Fasscoupe, Lil Baby - Pray For lyrics

I used to pray for a kilo
I used to pray for a Migo
Imma go back for the C notes
Me and Baby got the keys
I'm still running from the D’s
In the foreign switching speeds
20 thou' on the sleeve
Red bottoms on the feet

I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg

I used to pray hard and go and get it
Fucked around and got my hand on my first 50
Then flipped it then flipped it
Now I'm running ’round the city
Youngin's with me, wise guys
Moving like we mob ties
Back to back, Hellcats
I bought two in one summer
Once you know about getting money
You ain't ever seen a hundred
You ain't ever caught your country boys
With a bag of diamonds
What you know about private jets? We
Just landed off in London
Man, that shit is crazy
I'm getting money in another country
And I got the trap bunking
I'll still serve you something
Catching plays, making hit's
Anything and you'll to get rich
Push your shit back
If you think you play me like I'm Mitch

I used to pray for a kilo
I used to pray for a Migo
Imma go back for the C notes
Me and Baby got the keys
I’m still running from the D’s
In the foreign switching speeds
20 thou' on the sleeve
Red bottoms on the feet

I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg

I used to pray for the racks
Four pockets and they fat
Caught a bag, I’m with the pack
All hustle, ain't no time for no slack
Me and Baby back-to back in Mercedes
Want a Patek, but it gonna cost 80
Coast-to-coast, I'm tryna push out to
Reservations, bout to fly out to Vagas
Throw a duse on a four, and a Baby
I'm at Oakland like I play for the Raiders
Wrist sick, it kind of feeling contagious
Free my niggas from the inside the cages
I been trapping since a teenager
Kicking shit just like the green ranger
Fast cars like a street racer
Give you the pack, then I see you later
Getting money in my DNA
Run off on me, then you DOA
Cashing checks nigga, BOA
Had to pray, and I found a way

A hundred thousand for my footrest
All the diamonds VVS, I hit the store with a

I used to pray for a kilo
I used to pray for a Migo
Imma go back for the C notes
Me and Baby got the keys
I’m still running from the D's
In the foreign switching speeds
20 thou' on the sleeve
Red bottoms on the feet

I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg
I used to pray for a hundred racks, dawg