Lyrics

[Chorus]
She got brilliant backs, and a Brazilian wax
I want a million racks
No, I ain't dealing the packs
But it's 10/10 when I give 'em a wrap
They don't want beef, they ain't in all of that
[Chorus]
She got brilliant backs, and a Brazilian wax
I want a million racks
No, I ain't dealing the packs
But it's 10/10 when I give 'em a wrap
They don't want beef, they ain't in all of that
I don't send friends, I pull up on my jacks
Said they get zeds, but we know that's the cap
[Verse 1]
Zed double, you might see me with Lee
Wagwan, what you saying, my g?
Forever blessings, you know everything's sweet
Getting bread when I'm stepping with ease
So I guess you could call that the hard dough
Did the marathon and never the fast road
Still it's Adriano
Shots come through your Viano
B-I, I'm the fatter Ronaldo
I can actually say Roberto's my friend
While you're in ends crashing rentals, that's Carlos
I'm in Harrods, I remember was Argos
Did Columbia, it wasn't the narcos
Now it's Brazil, I don't care what the bar cost
Little yute got the (Baow!) and it's parked off
I'm tryna bake off, you know, RIP Takeoff
With the migos, you know we're tryna make prof
[Chorus]
She got brilliant backs, and a Brazilian wax
I want a million racks
No, I ain't dealing the packs
But it's 10/10 when I give 'em a wrap
They don't want beef, they ain't in all of that
I don't send friends, I pull up on my jacks
Said they get zeds, but we know that's the cap
[Verse 2]
I got too much flair, Rick Flair
I can buy what I want in pairs
No clout, it's a music fair
I was flying out bricks in pairs
I'm on the curb in mountain wear
I spend p, my accountant cares
Plate on the table, counting chairs
They see me win, that's fountain tears
Top boy barrer, coulda been Vini
Coulda been Endrick, Neymar, really
Fly round the city
Calm, but I sit real pretty
I still move low, but ya zimme
Jail still couldn't crush our dreams
Came out a king like Ronaldeenz
R9 when I'm burying teams
Grinder, get money gang in my genes
I'm the coldest, I do bits
Like they're on the naked beach, they nudist
Seeing my goals, I roof it, whoosh
That's more than a bag on a new fit
Road is bookey, cold and ruthless
Take off the safety, press it and (Baow!)
Young boys dropping, how you reduce it?
Came out on top, I ain't gotta prove it
I need me a million racks
I was out there trapping a millions packs
On my way to the riches
I encountered a million cats
10/10 when I'm spinning the back
Long hair, so she gripping the plaits
Too on-point, I don't know how to lack
No debate, bruddas know it's a fact
[Chorus]
She got brilliant backs, and a Brazilian wax
I want a million racks
No, I ain't dealing the packs
But it's 10/10 when I give 'em a wrap
They don't want beef, they ain't in all of that
I don't send friends, I pull up on my jacks
Said they get zeds, but we know that's the cap
[Chorus]
She got brilliant backs, and a Brazilian wax
I want a million racks
No, I ain't dealing the packs
But it's 10/10 when I give 'em a wrap
They don't want beef, they ain't in all of that
I don't send friends, I pull up on my jacks
Said they get zeds, but we know that's the cap
Written by: Big Zuu, Capo Lee, Jay Verma
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