The Factoury®, Larry League - 20 Racks lyrics
[The Factoury®, Larry League - 20 Racks lyrics]
Yeah, uh
I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch
I got the hook
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Uh, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Yeah, we're attached at the hip
I keep her close like a magnet and shit, oh
I pay the bill and she's
Grabbing a tip, woah, uh
Holdin' hands in the lift, yeah
She knows I'm nuts like a pea
(She knows I am)
Uh, she knows I suck on the teat
(She knows I do)
Uh, she knows I'm with Larry League (Oh)
Yeah, she knows I'm part of the team
Wait, we might be all kinda late (Sorry)
Cooking in the studio, getting baked (Smoke)
Uh, yeah, coming back home with some cake
(Uh) wait, then I take her out on a date, uh
(I do) spoiling her like she milk (Woah)
LV all over her wallet, Chanel in her closet
Her pockets stay filled, uh
Popping the tag like a pill, uh
Baby don't know how to chill, uh
Cut off your friends, oh, for real, uh
I keep it G, that's for guilt, woah
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Yeah, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Uh, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch
Yeah, I just wrote like 20
Tracks with that bitch
Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Coo-coo, mhm i do, I do, I do, I do yeah, uh
Get your cash, do your dance
I know you got to
Like this knot in my pants, I always got you
This bitch the best dope ever
I done quit the dog food still a dog
Tell your friend to come along too
We was in The Neighbourhood
That's your crib on a wrist
Rice and CÉLINE bags
Then she getting dismissed
And when she get home
Have me pleading the fifth
Doin' nothing with that, yeah
She need some of this icy wind chill, yeah
Got 'em feeling 3 negative
Hit the islands for the summer
She said she never been
Tryna bite like a tick but
She blow like a bomb
20 racks and Saint Laurent
That's all over my arm
Can't make all the bread so
You wish you was him i'ma pull up in a Benz
With like a hunnid bands
All this water on my neck
Look like I went for a swim
I'ma show you this, why I'm hot
You already missed
How you looking like a fan? I
Can't control how to spin
I'ma walk up in the court
I need all the evidence
And I arrive at arenas and
Your bitch wanna pay i ain't lying
Spent 20 thousand on Shakira heels
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Uh, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Uh, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch
Yeah, I just wrote like 20
Tracks with that bitch
Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch
(She a bad little bih)
Got a bad little bih and she off the leash
(Goddamn) when she pulls up on me
She gon' suck me like a leech (Goddamn)
She love the lifestyle
Somethin' like Robin Leach (Goddamn)
Damn, rich on my jeans and on my feet
They cannot compete
I'm balling in these streets
Simpin', gettin' stuck up in
The mud like Cleese
(Like Cleese, bitch, damn)
I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch
I got the hook
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Uh, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Yeah, we're attached at the hip
I keep her close like a magnet and shit, oh
I pay the bill and she's
Grabbing a tip, woah, uh
Holdin' hands in the lift, yeah
She knows I'm nuts like a pea
(She knows I am)
Uh, she knows I suck on the teat
(She knows I do)
Uh, she knows I'm with Larry League (Oh)
Yeah, she knows I'm part of the team
Wait, we might be all kinda late (Sorry)
Cooking in the studio, getting baked (Smoke)
Uh, yeah, coming back home with some cake
(Uh) wait, then I take her out on a date, uh
(I do) spoiling her like she milk (Woah)
LV all over her wallet, Chanel in her closet
Her pockets stay filled, uh
Popping the tag like a pill, uh
Baby don't know how to chill, uh
Cut off your friends, oh, for real, uh
I keep it G, that's for guilt, woah
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Yeah, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Uh, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch
Yeah, I just wrote like 20
Tracks with that bitch
Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Coo-coo, mhm i do, I do, I do, I do yeah, uh
Get your cash, do your dance
I know you got to
Like this knot in my pants, I always got you
This bitch the best dope ever
I done quit the dog food still a dog
Tell your friend to come along too
We was in The Neighbourhood
That's your crib on a wrist
Rice and CÉLINE bags
Then she getting dismissed
And when she get home
Have me pleading the fifth
Doin' nothing with that, yeah
She need some of this icy wind chill, yeah
Got 'em feeling 3 negative
Hit the islands for the summer
She said she never been
Tryna bite like a tick but
She blow like a bomb
20 racks and Saint Laurent
That's all over my arm
Can't make all the bread so
You wish you was him i'ma pull up in a Benz
With like a hunnid bands
All this water on my neck
Look like I went for a swim
I'ma show you this, why I'm hot
You already missed
How you looking like a fan? I
Can't control how to spin
I'ma walk up in the court
I need all the evidence
And I arrive at arenas and
Your bitch wanna pay i ain't lying
Spent 20 thousand on Shakira heels
Yeah, I just spent like 20
Racks on that bitch
I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch
Uh, she my bad little bitch
Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch
Uh, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch
Yeah, I just wrote like 20
Tracks with that bitch
Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch
(She a bad little bih)
Got a bad little bih and she off the leash
(Goddamn) when she pulls up on me
She gon' suck me like a leech (Goddamn)
She love the lifestyle
Somethin' like Robin Leach (Goddamn)
Damn, rich on my jeans and on my feet
They cannot compete
I'm balling in these streets
Simpin', gettin' stuck up in
The mud like Cleese
(Like Cleese, bitch, damn)