Planet ft. rubyunova Lyrics

I got racks from the fuckin' basement to the roof

I got racks from the fuckin' planet to the moon

I rock that amiri while I eat my calamari

I was makin' fuckin' killings while your bitches makin' nothin'

I talk about that money a lot but I only talk about what I love

After sex she just be reaching for that cash that vile love

I've been pullin' up, I styled up, I showed off

I can tell by the way she look at me she want some

Fuck love, and fuck your mans too he is not bulletproof

Ill blick your ass down, touch my hip and you gon' move

I just did this shit, easy in a lil day yah

I I just made 50 bands on my first day out

I I've been drinkin' titos

Get high by the kilos

Fuckin' on Latina bitches, yeah, we make burritos

You're not makin' bread, no money, you must be on keto

Fuckin' on your bitch, I'll send you a video

Crash right in the ditch, we get geeky hoe

Only took a little (bit)

My tea hot it comes straight out the kettle

Will I or will I not grabbin at the pedals

All my cash in the bank, I don't do incidentals

I've been poppin' pills, I'm lit like a candle

My bitch sweet like candy

Ten racks, all the nice up on my elbows

I spent like 12 stacks, now my neck is frozen

I got racks from the fuckin' basement to the roof

I got racks from the fuckin' planet to the moon

I rock that amiri while I eat my calamari

I was makin' fuckin' killings while your bitches makin' nothin'