Oh My Goodness

[Intro]

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket (Ayy)

I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it (Bang, bang, bang)

(ISO)

Fourteen hunnid for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace (Skrrt, skrrt)

(Oh wee, it's Oh!Zone on the beat)

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Foe'nem just got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks

Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes

Glo Gang

Know how we rocking like cut-off stockings, keep kush in our pockets

Bang

[Chorus]

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket

I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it

Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace

And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money

I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it

Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I’m stunting

Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness

I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me

[Verse 1]

I be flexin' on niggas, just coolin' (Flexin', flexin')

I got my niggas, my money, my toolie (Need my money and my toolie)

I got my cars, my house and my jewelry (Yes, man)

Flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried (I ain't worried 'bout a thing)

Smoking Tooka to the head (Tooka to the head)

Come through, shoot ya, then ya dead (Come through, shoot ya, then ya dead)

I’m getting money, fuck the feds (I’m getting money, fuck the feds)

And I’m Glo Gang, what is this? (And I’m Glo Gang, what is this?)

That’s my shit, you lil' bitch (That’s my shit, you lil' bitch)

Let’s get rich, you lil' bitch (Let’s get rich, you lil' bitch)

Get off my dick, you lil' bitch (Get off my dick, you lil' bitch)

And go get you a brick (And go get you a brick)

Smoking TuTu, this my oxygen (Smoking TuTu)

Too much damn TuTu, where my car keys, man? (Too much damn TuTu)

Counting rolls like a boxer, man (Counting rolls)

Ya know that I'm the man (Ya know it)

[Chorus]

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket

I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it

Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace

And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money

I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it

Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I’m stunting

Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness

I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me

[Verse 2]

Money machine go, "Beep, beep"

Hop in my car, skrrt skrrt skrrt, dudu dudu dudu, beep, beep

All these fuck boys wanna be me

His bitch let me fuck 'cause I got racks, so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet

Tatted up like fuck, yeah

Money tatted on my mind, yeah

.30 tatted on my gun, yeah

It’s time to have fun, yeah

His bitch say she wanna fuck me

She really wanna fuck with money

Thought that I ain’t know

She thought that I was a dummy

Told her save that shit

Baby, you on that lame ass shit, I don’t play that shit

[Chorus]

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket

I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it

Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace

And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money

I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it

Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I’m stunting

Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness

I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me