ZRX Lyrics

(ZRX bouta take off like a rocket)

(Uh)

Yeah, uh, this ZRX bouta take off like a rocket

Spent $30k on a new hemi, I bought it

These niggas keep talkin' bout racks but I got em

Yeah

Baby come over we ain't havin' no party

I won't do too much talkin' I'll show you I'm bout it

My closet a jet, I'm too fly like a pilot

She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly

Uh, Yeah

I'm tryna get rich like I'm Roddy

I'm in a hemi I'm smashing the throttle

He still hittin' his neighbors, I'm hittin' a model

Yeah

Baby come over, we ain't havin' no party

I won't do too much talkin' I'll touch on your body

Wonder why she keep drooling, these racks in my pocket

She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly

I keep eyeing the Bitcoin, this shit bouta dip again

I just dumped at the safety, next morning it'll flip again

I been workin' real hard, tryna put ma up in a Benz

Pockets filled with them dead guys, don't think that I need a friend

Why the market keep crashing, I'm stackin' them racks just look under my mattress

If he ain't gettin' money he stupid like Patrick

Flipped the Bitcoin three times in one day, that's a hat trick

Walk into Saks and they know that I'm havin'

Had to let go of a 5 star, she wouldn't stop naggin'

Racks pullin' down my pants, grandma told me stop saggin'

I'm on my to put racks in the bank, I ain't flashin'

Uh, imma pull off in a V8

Shawdy come here, why you fuckin' with a cheapskate?

Now she hoppin' in my car, cause a nigga really keep cake

He only made 3 this month, I made that in like 3 days

(Yeah, uh)

This ZRX bouta take off like a rocket

Spent $30k on a new hemi, I bought it

These niggas keep talkin' bout racks but I got em

Yeah

Baby come over we ain't havin' no party

I won't do too much talkin' I'll show you I'm bout it

My closet a jet, I'm too fly like a pilot

She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly

Uh, Yeah

I'm tryna get rich like I'm Roddy

I'm in a hemi i'm smashing the throttle

He still hittin' his neighbors, i'm hittin' a model

Yeah

Baby come over, we ain't havin' no party

I won't do too much talkin' I'll touch on your body

Wonder why she keep drooling, these racks in my pocket

She look at me like God, yeah she think of me highly