Tax, tax, tax, tax (He get)
Tax, tax, tax, tax (He get)
Tax, tax, tax, tax (He get)
Tax, tax, tax, tax
I had to double the racks
The FN it cost bout a sack
My brother just flew down a pack
I did had to tell em relax
I did had to take out packs
I did had to buy out the max
And no I dont have any tats
I did had to come with the hat
Uh huh, let me get that check
Uh huh, let me get that rent
Uh huh, let me break yo neck
Uh huh, let me get that cahh
Count money to the ceiling
Shawty she catching the feelings
Just like a book Im am reading
Shawty looking appealing
All in my bag, hussle
Me and my cash, couples
Me and racks double
Heard they watching me just like hudl
And Im sharing my chips like its ruffles
That boy wanna be me, talking bumble
He gon wet on the street like a puddle
Just like wukong I stay in the jungle
I dont think they like me
Heard they wanna fight me
I be rocking Nike
I heard he rapping on my type beats
I feel like Gucci cause I might be
Movie Im Spike Lee
Inna a cut in the trap in a white tee
This Cochise aint doing biting
While you in the trap, Im in the store
Im in the racks, I make it pour
Want a umbrella from Christian Dior
No I dont wanna go to any tour
God on my side and he blessing me more
Stick em up, we about to rob in the store
It dont even matter if you rich or you poor
I dont wanna hear a word, put ya hands on the floor
They trynaknow where I get that
I can not say where I get that
Walk around holding them big sacks
Yeah I walk round holding the big racks
Thats my style, need my lil fit back
I need healing I bought me a stimpak
I might blow on the beat like a Semtex
Ya government cheese
I want a house in the keys
I want a car with no keys
I had to pray on my knees
God on my side never leave