X-Ray (feat. Akingmo)

Stackin my paper and stackin my Benjis Once you got money then bitches is friendly Coppin the Louis, the Prada, the fendi Niggas is hatin my pockets are steady I see thru them haters, I do have the X-ray My niggas is TTG and they ready If it is night time they masked up like Freddy Poppin his brain it turns into confetti See through you niggas like xrays Copped that v8 60k issa stingray Sackin my money my dough makin big pay Plug just blessed up now we smokin that grade A Bitches try wit me but im too damn lazy Hot boxed the whip now it start to get hazy Bitches be talkin but it do not faze me Im so ambitious i feel like im Jay Z (Woah) And i feel amazing (I feel amazing) Remember my niggas was down out at the bottom man shit was so crazy (Shit was so crazy Made it my way to the top and im stillin stayin true, it dont change me (Ya it dont change me) Smokin this pack in the back of gorrila glue im feelin wavy (Im feelin wavy) (Woah) Stackin my paper and stackin my Benjis Once you got money then bitches is friendly Coppin the Louis, the Prada, the fendi Niggas is hatin my pockets are steady I see thru them haters, I do have the X-ray My niggas is TTG and they ready If it is night time they masked up like Freddy Poppin his brain it turns into confetti These niggas is surfing and riding the wave We gettin too lit so we pourin up drank I been won the race so ya niggas is late She asked me to f*ck I do not contemplate We go to the hotel cause she can not wait I’m higher than niggas can’t see ya in range My drip is so wet make the temperature change Tab got me lifted not seein the same Pouring the purple not drinkin the rain Fuckin this mami she prolly from Spain Losing track of the time, the trip is to blame In this for paper not in this for fame Nigga not swervin, can’t be in my lane My paper with faces, it can not be plain Stackin my paper and stackin my Benjis Once you got money then bitches is friendly Coppin the Louis, the Prada, the fendi Niggas is hatin my pockets are steady I see thru them haters, I do have the X-ray My niggas is TTG and they ready If it is night time they masked up like Freddy Poppin his brain it turns into confetti Im hittin a hundred im doin the race The feds always lurkin they be on the chase These niggas be slimey they movin like snakes They rockin two faces because they be fake The money is comin I need me a safe Ahead of you niggas just stay in ya place Im flyin im shootin these tracks like ace Im smokin that moonrock it take me to space 12 Pullin up sneakin onto the scene Pushin the whip and im skrtin off clean The opps always hidin they always be lurkin Lookin for the bag and you know is no birkin I fucked on ya bitch when I heard she a thot I be sweeping the streets but she gave me the mop I see red and blue and you know I dont stop Cuz the gang always winnin we stayin on top