wit my twins Lyrics

Racks, racks, racks

Racks, racks (hey, yeah)

Racks, racks, racks (hey yeah)

Racks, racks (hey, yeah)

I love racks, I love sex (I love racks)

And I like drugs, and I like that yeah (She play with my bone)

Can you do it again

Do it again, phone up a friend (phone em up)

Lets run it again (run it up)

Run up on you (awhoo, you, you)

Yeah, we spinnin' again (we spinnin' again)

I just wanna get rich with my twins (with my twins)

I just wanna spend some bags with my twins

Coppin' Prada evermore expensive things (expensive things)

Spent your savings on a couple diamond rings (diamond ring)

Oh, I think she like me (oh, I)

I think she's into me (she want me, hey, yeah)

Did I mention that I'm stupid filthy rich (that filthy, filthy)

Made it out, all this money

All my twizzy's rich (all of my twizzy's they rich)

Woo, woo, woo, woo