[Verse 1 - Jim Jones]
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60 racks thats no dough, mattes fact thats ho dough
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I made that when I transported, back in forth taking no dopes
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Rollex rose gold, my neck so cold
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She seen't that quarter chill
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V in black, quarter mill
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We don't shop at saveraux, 60 thou for the roll
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Drop top foreign flow, this is not affordable
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Wrist cold, caught the flu
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Cartier said quarter to
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She sucked my dick, swallowed it, my watch still said quarter to
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Dipset, Young Money, niggas know that that money grown
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Wanna talk to me, you better talk to me
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From that pool deck of my summer home
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Can't hear you niggas
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My summer home, pool deck with like a hundred on
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Who's a threat? got a pool net, and my jewels wet like a thunder storm
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[Hook]
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I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho
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This song goes out to all my money making hoes
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my rocket, top back when I lean
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my jeans, top back when I lean
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
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Swear to god I go so hard they call me tunechi fuck em all
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Can't pack no guns so I pack a knife like that fuckin chuck doll
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I'm at your net like a shark on your ass like some draws
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I got 3 hoes with me, fuck I look like Santa Claus
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I got bad bitches all over me, real niggas that roll with me
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And we get off weight, and that one bitch from foreigntry
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Got a pair of paints with 4 pockets, fifteen karat each arm
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Do the math you mo fucka, I'm on my rob and leech blood
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Skating with my homies, talking shit smoking weed
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I oversee everything, niggas call me overseas
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Young moola mutha fucka, click clack boo ya mutha fucka
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60 rackz in my pocket, try to jack and get bodied
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[Hook]
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my jeans, top back when I lean
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[Cam'ron - Verse 3]
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I got an ill gift, I'm real swift
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They be like damn, he still rich
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When I send my men in black listen none of them niggas is will smith
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I sell coke, I deal piff
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When I ride by in that black on black
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Menage a trois with two Double D's
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Come to see that’s racks on racks
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They ship it in, I give it to ya
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On the ground or in the air
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They drop it off
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They like lebron in the 4th quarter, I give it to ya
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I be me, you be you
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Apologies to groovie lou
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Sorry brah I ain't fuckin with mace
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Yea yea tell em you be cool
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Me I rep that hurse 6
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I ain't even gon' play with em
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All that underwear for real
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You can fool wale and them
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The mac well thats black on black
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True fact I'm crack on tracks
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Play around, and ill lay you down
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60 racks on yon yo cap nigga
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[Hook]
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I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho
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This song goes out to all my money making hoes
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
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I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
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This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
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60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
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60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
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60 Rackz
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| Young Money Entertainment |
