15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I

I shine right 'cause I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time (These bitches don't want none) I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked

He want that bitch I don't want that Bitch on my dick 'Cause I got racks I count the sack Walking in Raf Bitch I'm a dog But I'm no pet I need a 'Vette

If you want a bad boy then baby you got it Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot Take you to the wrong side of the tracks Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back 'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it If you want a bad boy Want a bad boy You're a

Oh, fuck around and order more Oh, fuck around and order more, money Oh, baby we gon' order more, money Gon' throw it back, 'cause I got racks on the menu You ain't even gotta ask shawty, cash on the menu The way you drop and shake it fast, need that ass