J. Jones - Vain

I got hunnid racks
I got hunnid racks
Show me where the bag
Show me where the bag
I want hunnid racks
I want hunnid racks
Show me where the bag
Gotta run a bag
I got hunnid racks
I got hunnid racks
Show me where the bag
Show me where the bag go
On a paper chase gotta get it fast yo
If you ain’t talking money you ain’t talking cash no
Gotta run check tell me where to sign
You ain’t bout dem commas u wasting my time
Twenty twen twen yin Euro dinero
Dollar sign don call Bennie my Hero
Whatchu wanna do
Tell me how you move
Show me where you live
Show me how you cruise
V12 engine gotta push start
Hop out walk away and watch it self park
My chain look stupid
And my wrist dumb
bank account retarded
And my neck numb
I got sauce all on me
I got sauce all on me
I stay with dat veeta so I’m never lonely
Hannah Montana but I’m no Tony
I need an extension whipping in that pony
Run DMC im in dat Adidaddi
I just caught a body call the paparazzi
I got hunnid racks
I got hunnid racks
Show me where the bag
Show me where the bag
I want hunnid racks
I want hunnid racks
Show me where the bag
Gotta run a bag
I stay on my grind
Always gotta shine
Ain’t no wasting time
Money on my mind
Bill gates status hashtag Goals
Warren Buffet motive everybody knows
My wave won’t crash I be on my Tidal
Billionaire From Marcy I call him my Idol
Too much on the line
it’s too much to lose
Gotta toe the line
Gotta pay them dues
When you living fine
It’s all up to you
Gotta keep that money flowing
Ain’t nun else to do
Time steady flying raining every night
This what I call living up my best life,
Gotta stack up it gotta keep it going
Money is the motive and it’s never slowing,
I want hunnid racks
I want hunnid rack
Check my price tag
Is you feeling that
Man I’m on a mission I gotta go get it
Locking on doors on the phantom but the roof is missing
Tell me where you from
Tell me how you living
Show me what you got
And how i can get it
I got rubber bands
I got rubber bands
Tryna make you dance
I can’t be yo man
I got rubber bands
I got rubber bands
The blood of a generation is on your hands
The Blood of a generation
The Blood of a generation
I got hunnid racks
I got hunnid racks
The blood of a generation
I got hunnid racks
I got hunnid racks
Show me where the bag
The blood of a generation
Tell me this can’t be life
Million dollar dreams but I can’t even see past this life
The root of evil prophesying that my sequel
Is the rerun to a life that was consumed by its prequel
Are we insane
Doing the same thang and seeking change
But when the only route we know results in us remaining slaves

Written by:
Joshua Jones

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