Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Power, power
Yeah
Gunna
Ooh, ooh, yeah
[Verse 2]
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts, these **** lyin'
You can't relax so keep wastin' time
I want the racks, I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work with a stride
I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
[Verse 3]
Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list
My **** El Chapo will chop off your wrist
Pull up with them choppas, I know I won't miss
Some **** get locked up and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at your bitch, she wan' give me a kiss
Walked in that bit', I was drippin' like piss
[Verse 4]
Bought an AP and took my wrist out of the pot
Pop a bottle of Aces and pour that shit out
Put some diamonds and chandeliers all in the spot
How many racks does this young **** got?
I flew to Dubai, I didn't go to DeVry
Hunnid racks to put the jet in the sky
Time is music, this the best you could buy
I'm drippin' bitches, **** think they still fly
[Verse 5]
I think I'm the flyest, I ain't got no stylist
I'm geeked up off Molly, I'm fucking on Cyrus
I flew with a choppa, I might catch a body
'Cause I see these fake **** through the Cavalli's
I got with my locs and we reunited
These **** quote poems and they bitches like it
I didn't turn a ho when I got indited
If I catch a case then I gotta fight it
[Verse 6]
My **** called shawty, he ride with the shottie
We pull up in Rari's, these **** don't like us
Smoke weed and sip lean and get money, my vices
My frienenemy's, Poison, and I know they shiesty
I pray to the Lord and He know that I'm righteous
I need a reward 'cause they say I'm the nicest
Got too many bros, they gon' roll out the dices
I stay out the way 'cause these **** like mices
[Verse 7]
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts, these **** lyin'
You can't relax so keep wastin' time
I want the racks, I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work with a stride
I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
[Verse 8]
Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list
My **** El Chapo will chop off your wrist
Pull up with them choppas, I know I won't miss
Some **** get locked up and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at your bitch, she wan' give me a kiss
Walked in that bit', I was drippin' like piss
[Verse 9]
Put the dick in her mouth and it's fuck what you say
Fuck the law, blow the police away
I blew a fifty 'cause I had a long day
When it come to money, I done came a long way
I fucked the bitch, but I can't go on a date
She sucked me loose, I put some nut on her face
Let her see the loft, she gotta fuck at my place
I'm steady bossin' bitch, I'm havin' my way
[Verse 10]
**** in the trap but can't get away
But I've been round the world it feel like I'm tourin'
I'm livin' life I swear I know your life borin'
Mama said don't stop, I gotta keep goin'
The house so big the bedroom got an alarm
The necklace cost so much it came with a charm
The diamonds drippin' like the rain when it stormy
These **** say that they lookin'
Well, I'm finna' show 'em
[Verse 11]
So many acres it look like a farm
Twenty-three million like I'm Michael Jordan
Two or three bitches, they wanna come join
Fuck all these bitches I feel like a Don
I looked in the mirror, I know I'm the one
You ain't gon' shoot but you carry a gun
**** act tough, don't want to bury your son
Had to stay down, stack them racks through the month
[Verse 12]
If you outta sight, you outta mind
You gotta stack, you gotta grind
I'm statin' facts, these **** lyin'
You can't relax so keep wastin' time
I want the racks, I gotta get mine
Stackin' it up, I work with a stride
I went from a deuce, turnt up to a nine
I sleep with the stars, I know I'ma shine
[Verse 13]
Same price as the rent, that's the cost for the kicks
I'm stackin' up racks just to make a hit list
My **** El Chapo will chop off your wrist
Pull up with them choppas, I know I won't miss
Some **** get locked up and turned to a snitch
But I kept it solid and hard as a brick
Winked at your bitch, she wan' give me a kiss
Walked in that bit', I was drippin' like piss
[Verse 14]
Drip, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Written by: Sergio Kitchens, Joshua Butler
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