60 Rackz (Remix)

This is the vmix! how big said it, when the rémy's in the system well i got a 60 clip on me, like an ak in my pocket bitch

Get money or should i say young money, ay killa you know the rules dip set fo life

I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho

This song goes out to all my money making hoes

60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans

60 rackz in my pocket top back when i lean

I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost

This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough

60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans

60 rackz in my pocket top back when i lean

[verse 1 - jim jones]

60 racks thats no dough, mattes fact thats ho dough

I made that when i transported, back in forth taking nodoze

Rollex rose gold, my neck so cold

She seen't that quarter chill

V in black, quarter mill

We don't shop at saveraux, 60 thou for the roll

Drop top foreign flow, this is not affordable

Wrist cold, caught the flu

Cartier said quarter to

She sucked my dick, swallowed it, my watch still said quarter to

Dipset, young money, niggas know that that money grown

Wanna talk to me, you better talk to me, from that pool deck of my summer home

Can't hear you niggas?

My summer home, pool deck with like a hundred on

Who's a threat? got a pool net, and my jewels wet like a thunder storm

[hook]

I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho

This song goes out to all my money making hoes

60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans

60 rackz in my pocket top back when i lean

I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost

This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough

60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans

60 rackz in my pocket top back when i lean

[lil wayne - verse 2]

Swear to god i go so hard they call me tunechi fuck em all

Can't pack no guns so i pack a knife like that fuckin chuck doll

I'm at your net like a shark on your ass like some draws

I got 3 hoes with me, fuck i look like santa claus

I got bad bitches all over me, real niggas that roll with me

And we get off weight, and that one bitch from ?

Got a pair of paints with 4 pockets, fifteen karat ? charm

Do the math you mo fucka, i'm on my rob and leech blood

Skating with my homies, talking shit smoking weed

I oversee everything, niggas call me overseas

Young moola mutha fucka, click clack boo ya mutha fucka

60 rackz in my pocket, try to jack and get bodied

[hook]

I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho

This song goes out to all my money making hoes

60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans

60 rackz in my rocket top back when i lean

I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost

This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough

60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans

60 rackz in my rocket top back when i lean

[cam'ron - verse 3]

I got an ill gift, i'm real swift

They be like damn, he still rich

When i send my men in black listen none of them niggas is will smith

I sell coke, i deal piff

When i ride by in that black on black

Ménage à trois with two double d's

Come to see thats racks on racks

They ship it in, i give it to ya

On the ground or in the air

They drop it off

They like lebron in the 4th quarter, i give it to ya

I be me, you be you

Apologies to groovie lou

Sorry brah i ain't fuckin with mase

Yea yea tell em you be cool

Me i rep that hud 6

I ain't even gon' play with em

All that underwear for real

You can fool wale and them

The mac well thats black on black

True fact i'm crack on tracks

Play around, and ill lay you down

60 racks on yon yo cap nigga