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[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana]
I got trash bags full of money, ay
I got mad bags full of money, ay
I got glad bags full of money, ay
Don’t get mad, go and get some money, ay
I pity the fool that go against me, ay
So much ice, thought I was Mr. T, ay
GBE the new Cash Money, Bling Bling
Hunnid pints on my dresser, I’m a fiend
I don’t wanna focus, get up on yo knees
Finna pour a four then take my ass to sleep
Don’t need no cosign, bitch I’m certified in the streets
And I don’t go nowhere without my fuckin’ heat

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 3:]
I got 3 watches
I got 2 maids, 1 mansion
I got 7 chains
I got 8 beamers, none rented
I got marble floors, marble countertops, none granite
I got all this guap, go and get you some, young nigga
I got 11 thousand 50’s, 12 thousand hunnids, ain’t none little
I got 5 thousand ones in the strip club, they know I live it
I got 5 bricks, 10 traps, boy I really get it
Everything you already done, I already did it
I got 5 Glocks, 3 MACs, and 2 K’s
Run up on me, boy your stupid, I’m too crazy
Can’t put my trust up in a bitch or nigga, they two faced
Everywhere that I go, it’s a shootin’

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Chorus]
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you
Yeah, time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh

[Verse 1]
I been afraid, don’t wanna fade out of my body
I been astray, barely awake, floating above me
Covered in red, what can I say? I’ve been a zombie
I’m feeling like I’ve been locked in a grave
You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party
You were the brave, I was the weak, you were the army
You were the faith, you were the truth, I was the sorry
I’m feeling like you’ve been taking away

[Pre-Chorus]
You were my one, you were my one
When all has been said, all has been done
You were my one, you were my one
Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Yeah, time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh

[Verse 2]
Why did you leave? Why did you go leaving me lonely?
Didn’t you know you were the home, you were the only?
Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
Come back to me

[Pre-Chorus]
You were my one, you were my one
When all has been said, all has been done
You were my one, you were my one
Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you
Yeah, time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, stuck on you, you, you
Oh, oh, oh, woah (Woah-oh, woah, oh)
Oh, oh, oh
As time goes by, as time goes by, woah
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)
Time goes by and still I’m stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (Woah-oh)

[Verse 1: Nina Nesbitt]
If there’s a body that I haven’t loved yet
It’s yours, it’s yours, mmm
If there’s a presence that I haven’t touched yet
It’s yours, it’s yours, yeah
You’re standin’ so close, I feel your greatness
Oh, all this tension, it makes me anxious
‘Cause if there’s a body that I haven’t loved yet
It’s yours (It’s yours), it’s yours

[Pre-Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, give me a sign
That you feel it too
Baby, cross the line
Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need to know
Am I making this up?
Say it isn’t so

[Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
‘Cause I’m so desperate for you
I can taste your skin on my tongue (My tongue)
Yeah, I’m so desperate for you
No, I can’t be the only one

[Verse 2: Nina Nesbitt]
I can imagine making all of what’s mine yours
All yours, yeah
Don’t have to ask if I feel some sort of way
‘Cause it’s yours and I’m knowin’
It’s yours and I’m knowin’

[Pre-Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, give me a sign
That you feel it too
Baby, cross the line
Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need to know
Am I making this up?
Say it isn’t so

[Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
‘Cause I’m so desperate for you
I can taste your skin on my tongue (My tongue)
Yeah, I’m so desperate for you
No, I can’t be the only one

[Post-Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
I can’t be the only one, ooh
So desperate for you, uh-huh
Only you

[Chorus: Nina Nesbitt]
I’m so desperate for you (So desperate for you)
I can taste your skin on my tongue (On my tongue)
Yeah, I’m so desperate for you (So desperate)
No, I can’t be the only one
I can’t be the only one

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I tell my niggas to die for me
And my niggas ask me to die for ’em
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)

[Verse 1]
Treat these hoes like one point gang (One gang)
I’m leavin’ right after I score (Swish)
I walk in Gucci like “What you got in the back?”
“Don’t want what y’all got on the floor” (Exclusive)
Just bought a crib in The A (Mansion)
That bitch look like a resort (Big)
Y’all do the shit for the fame
Keep the awards, give us the rewards (Okay)
Ayy, remember back when niggas doubted me? (Doubted me?)
My Prada fit on, is you proud of me? (Proud of me?)
Ain’t got no Activis, Quali- me (Quali-)
Opps keep droppin’, they tired of me? (Bow!)
Hey, little dog, keep my name out your mouth
(Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, nigga)
I’m a big dog, have niggas that’ll aim at your house
(Brrraaa! Pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters, nigga!)

[Verse 2]
Label just called
Said the check was clearin’ now
Take a dime, pin her down
Scream my name, lemme hear it loud
I tell a bitch to top me, that bitch gon’ top me
Can’t do the same, that shit one-sided
I just tacked on you a real big diamond
Shit, it’s blindin’, where did you find it?
Big face Relly, no tick-tock (No tick-tock)
Big boy bag, no Ziploc (No Ziploc)
She wanna talk to me privately (Privately)
Sendin’ me pics of her privacy (Flick)
Please don’t become a opp to me (No)
That’s like screamin’ body me (Bow!)
Police come get me I do like a G
And be quiet like I’m in the library

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Rah, rah, rah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here (Gone)
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (No tutors)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No sewer)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No tutor)
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided (No Hooters)
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (We outta here!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here

[Intro]
My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s 100
Got about five chains, nothin’ but half a ticket
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo)
Give her back shots ’til her back weak (Uh)
Huh, six figures when they tax me
Know some street niggas makin’ M’s livin tax-free (My niggas)
Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha)
Huh, and we don’t want the load ‘less the bag cheap (Cheap)
Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet
Hundred racks last week, that wasn’t even a fast week (Slow)
Tell that bitch I’m tryin’ to wake up to the neck (Neck)
I don’t go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check)
Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet
Block her number, now her theme song Drake, “I’m Upset” (I’m Upset)

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I heard she don’t answer DMs (Oh yeah?)
I’ma still shoot my shot like “What’s the deal?” (What up?)
Ass so pretty, don’t matter if it’s real (Nah)
No competition, she know she badder than them (I got)
Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah)
Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah)
Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick
She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz)
All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?)
Little money never told big money shit
Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick
I can start a campfire ’cause I’m ridin’ with them sticks, plus I

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)