Leave It To Me ft. Onlybino! Lyrics

(Ah, Ah)

(Yeah)

(Yuh, Whew, Whew)

Uh

(Yuh, Wheeww)

Alright

(Ah, Ah, Ah)

Racks on me long, boy I'm counting this cheese, (cheese)

Smokin' a whole lot of gas to the chest it gon' make it kinda' hard to breath, (breathe)

I could tell you just don't know how to handle that shit, so just leave it to me, (leave it to me)

(Fotrill!)

I just get geeked out my motherfukin' mind and I go and rock out on the beat, (out on the beat)

Let's go, Let's go

High as fuck, booted up, baby girl I'm rollin' (rollin')

All these fuckin' racks on me, they gon' think it's stollen (stollen)

Diamonds jump, double dutch, all your jewelry bogus (bogus)

Flooded VV's water baby, my wrist like the ocean (ocean)

(Whew, whew)

Way to high, on the moon (on the moon)

I ain't never comin' down

Ah, Ah

Racks on racks I'm counting blues (I'm counting blues)

I know why they hate me now

I get guap too affluent

Nigga gon' copy my movement

Really don't want to get into it

Got a new ho, she so clueless

She don't know what I'm doin'

I lied, oh yea I do

But I know I ain't losin'

Cuz I know, way that it be the way that I talk

This bitch gettin' lost

Inside of my trance

I had to turn myself into a boss

I got to that guap

I said it again, yea

Walking 'round town with a hundred on me and a forty inside of my pants

I remember them days I was broke than a bitch, now my VVS diamonds, they dance

Walk in the club I don't need no ID

'Cuz you know Bino, I be on the scene

Float like a butterfly sting like a bee

Beat the beat up like Muhammad Ali

When you see me, know it's Rick on my jeans

Raf on my shoes and Vetements on me tee

No wonder niggas want to be just like B

No wonder niggas want to be just like B

Ran it up for real these pockets overload

Diamond wrist and neck, this jewelry on my cold

I got, different ways boy I could keep switchin' flow

I got, different cake boy I could spend it till it's gone

All these

Racks on me long, boy I'm counting this cheese, (cheese)

Smokin' a whole lot of gas to the chest it gon' make it kinda' hard to breath, (breathe)

I could tell you just don't know how to handle that shit, so just leave it to me, (leave it to me)

I just get geeked out my motherfukin' mind and I go and rock out on the beat, (out on the beat)

Lets go, Lets go

High as fuck, booted up, baby girl I'm rollin' (rollin')

All these fuckin' racks on me, they gon' think it's stollen (stollen)

Diamonds jump, double dutch, all your jewelry bogus (bogus)

Flooded VV's water baby, my wrist like the ocean (ocean)

(Whew, whew)

Way to high, on the moon (on the moon)

I ain't never comin' down

Ah, Ah

Racks on racks I'm counting blues (I'm counting blues)

I know why they hate me now