Must Be ft. Fgmg Lyrics

Got them racks in my pocket

Im a walking wallet

Niggas hating on me

Guess im a trending topic

Im the type of nigga

Get money and be wilding

Wait i wild and get money

The black jack ass

Girl you fucking with bugs bunny

With your horny ass

You can pay for school

But you cant buy class

No lie Hey i got that from jay z

With a swagger like us

You know we made for the tv

Only 22 but feeling like 30

Got so much juice

Some brauds stay thirsty

Got that everyday cake

Like its my b day

And if you arent getting money

Get the hell up out my face

Wouldnt be suprised if you a hater

Way im shitting on your ego

Get some toilet paper

Playing these brauds

Ever since sega

And i been had game

Ever since pagers

Shawty gave me neck

And i gave her a facial

Its mob im about my cream

Get bagels and if you dont get that

Then you mentally disabled

Yep your crazy im a god

These niggas is g babies

Couple racks in my pockets

Must be the trues

Chain on headlights

Watch on stadium

Riding in a benz

Driving something real foreign

Driving city to city

With a couple bitches like im touring

Couple racks in my pockets

Must be the trues

Chain on headlights

Wacth on stadium

Riding in a benz

Driving something real foreign

Driving city to city

With a couple bitches like im touring

Couple racks in my pockets

Pull em out the trues

Killing shit lately catch me on the news

Green in my sight while you niggas got the blues

And i stay hella fly feet smell like new shoes

On a million dollar grind

Fuck killing time when that money move

I move like its connected to my spine

Money on my mind polo hat turned back

Trues sagging real low Cuz they holding

All of them stacks

Gucci belt to hold the trues up

And i beat the pussy till it bruise up

Got racks off in my pockets

Got hella swag cant mock it

Fuck whoever dont like me

Flow refreshing like iced tea

Your bitch giving us mike d

Maybe because my wrist is so icy

Bands on me but not for long

I gotta paper route call me karl malone

Mailman give these haters hell man

Hot as fucking hell man

So wavy i dont walk i am sailing

So fly get your bands up

Couple racks in my pockets

Must be the trues

Chain on headlights

Watch on stadium

Riding in a benz

Driving something real foreign

Driving city to city

With a couple bitches like im touring

Couple racks in my pockets

Must be the trues

Chain on headlights

Wacth on stadium

Riding in a benz

Driving something real foreign

Driving city to city

With a couple bitches like im touring