cash/racks

(Molly dreaming for yerkies I be feening That's your bitch well I fed that hoe some of my semen Huh, huh, huh, hold on, huh, huh, huh, hold on, eh slatty) Cash, cash, cash keeps on coming in All these racks, racks, racks every day I'm thumbin through 'em Ok hoe let's get straight into it I got water on me dripping fluid Don't know what u thought this was, my twin's shooting All of your bitches ain't shit All of my bitches, they eating up all of my dick Audemar piguet my wrist Flicks they wanna take picks You is a lame, boy don't say shit This's your daily routine, huh Wake up, get no bread, get no hoes, go to bed I mean quite frankly I get why you hatin I get why you mad This bitch's bad, she won't even look you in the face Meanwhile, I'm fuckin' her face No life, ain't no fuckin' race But somehow you still ended up in last place I was so stuck in my ways lil bitch I had to find me a way out I had to get me some cash, bags, diamonds on me That's why I don't play now Cash, cash, cash keeps on coming in All these racks, racks, racks every day I'm thumbin through 'em Ok hoe let's get straight into it I got water on me dripping fluid Don't know what u thought this was, my twin's shooting All of your bitches ain't shit All of my bitches, they eating up all of my dick Audemar piguet my wrist Flicks they wanna take picks You is a lame, boy don't say shit