THIN LINE ft. JUST PAID Lyrics

I just been smoking

And making some money

Tryna count me a hundred

Bitch I can ball

But I ain't got no jumper

I got racks in the duffle

Blow them racks fast

Get it back by the summer

Might take a trip to Bahamas

I'm feeling like Gucci

Back then with the hummer

Freaky girl

I can't take her to mama

A bitch say she hungry

Take a hoe to McDonalds

I'm feeling like baby

The number 1 Stunna

Yes sir

Yes sir

Yes sir

Cop you a bow

Or come cop you a bitch

Just don't go copy my shit

I spent me some racks

On my socks and my kicks

Jackie Chan can't even kick it like this

Cuban link on my wrist

Two chains on my neck

And they hitting in 3d

I get money all day

A bitch gotta pay if she wana come see me

Ice on my chest

And I'm feeling so blessed

She sucking me up

And she making a mess

Dumb head

She ain't passing the test

Ice on my chest

And I'm feeling so blessed

She sucking me up

And she making a mess

Dumb head

She ain't passing the test

I just been smoking

And making some money

Tryna count me a hundred

Bitch I can ball

But I ain't got no jumper

I got racks in the duffle

Blow them racks fast

Get it back by the summer

Might take a trip to Bahamas

I'm feeling gucci

Back then with the hummer

Freaky girl

I can't take her to mama

A bitch say she hungry

Take a Hoe to McDonald

I'm feeling like baby

The number 1 stunna

Yes sir

Yes sir