Cologne - Too Many Racks

Who want to put up a bank
Boy I got too many racks
I had to get me a safe
Who want to play with they life
I got an ar 15 I'm straight
Im never worried bout death
I hope that shit coming late
Boy imma rockstar
Someone just get me the drum
Niggas they hated on me
Now they be broke as a bum
Niggas be thinking Im sweet
I get this money for fun
He dont be bringing no funds
She dont be bringing no love
Thumbing thumbing
Call me nba cause you know Im getting buckets
Hundred hundred hundred
Hundred hundred hundred
Aye yeah
Count money
These niggas dont talk money they be talking funny
Hundred hundred hundred
Hundred hundred hundred
Boy I got bands bitch Im the weatherman
Make it rain do the weather dance
Fifty k each in separate hands
Sorry that you mad cause your bitch left you for a better man
Niggas will smile up in your face then talk shit thats a fact
Niggas aint touching me I got this shit down its a pact
Twenty k on my wrist and my beamer black on black
I be about my action but my boy I do not act
Niggas be pillow talking on the net I call em ak
I had to louie the coat
LA a little bit cold
Diamonds they making you choke
I put my ice on her throat
He wanna talk on the gram
I had my niggas on go
They used to think I would steal
Now I could buy me a store
Thumbing thumbing
Call me nba cause you know Im getting buckets
Hundred hundred hundred
Hundred hundred hundred
Aye yeah
Count money
These niggas dont talk money they be talking funny
Hundred hundred hundred
Hundred hundred hundred

Written by:
Toby Bell

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