Racer X Lyrics

Aye

Aye

Aye, huh

20 racks

50 racks

100 racks

They like who is that

I'm that nigga put you on the map

Fuck a plane

Fuck a jet

Fuck a bird

What's the word

I'm the flyest motherfucker in the world

Said he gon, rob me

Boy it's absurd

How my niggas, leave your brains somewhere on the curb

Oh my god

I'm the don

I'm the Gucci don

Louie down

Count that shit again until I lose my mind

100 times

100 million, bitch I'm on the grind

And he the type, pose like the bitches when he going live

I done seen, a lot of shit that I ain't never seen before

Now I'm counting all these racks

And I'm fucking all these hoes

Put a quarter on my wrist

Cop the Jeep and rip the doors off

Fuck about a bitch, them chips is strictly what I'm on

45 under my shirt no kizzy

100 racks put up on that work no kizzy

I ain't even really tryna talk I'm busy

I'll leave a nigga white chalked no kizzy

I'll show ya ass how to work them benjis

Cooking up that shit ya whole shirt be itching

See me on the blogs, they say I'm what's been missing

I can't hit the club unless it's tucked, that smith and

20 packs

50 packs

Ship it in, break it down

Flip the pound then I send it back

Money drugs, chopper slugs

This and that

Pat him down, when he around

I heard he a rat

20 racks

50 racks

100 racks

They like who is that

I'm that nigga put you on the map

Fuck a plane

Fuck a jet

Fuck a bird

What's the word

I'm the flyest motherfucker in the world

Said he gon, rob me

Boy it's absurd

How my niggas, leave your brains somewhere on the curb