My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn't nothin'So I'ma just marry the moneyMe and Ben Franklin got something in commonI might propose with a bag full of hundredsSay he got P's, well, I need me a dozenI might just go put 'em all in the ovenWatch how them racks come back, lookin' so lovelyMoney the only topic in discussions (money)
The track is characterized by its high-energy production from and Honcho Denaro . Gucci Mane & Baby Racks - Look Ma I Did It
Yeah, boy, you real funny like PeterGot stripes like AdidasThese niggas be singin' like KeishaI need me a bitch just like GinaI'm selfish as fuck, I keep buyin' two-seatersI'ma just fuck on her, you can still keep herI'm sellin' dope like it's legalMight just go get a white BimmerHavin' more spots than a cheetahDrop a deuce, that's that Regeta (yeah) My last bitch showed me that these hoes
I been a boss, this ain't overnightHigh as a Delta flightHundreds be older than Betty WhiteDiamonds be shinin' like city lightsPlayin' with sticks like it's Fisher-PriceThis shit get scary like poltergeistBaby Racks, yeah, that's my copyrightPockets be fat, but my skinnies tightSay he want smoke, then it's on sightWe just gon' pop up with no invite that's my copyrightPockets be fat
I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin'I made 20 thousand just sittin' in the kitchenThey said I couldn't do it, but look, Ma, I did itMy reefer be louder than 350 engines (skrrt)These niggas had counted me outNow they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (yeah)I don't know what that's 'bout (nah)I keep them bands in a droughtThey comin' in, comin' out (huh?)