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My Jeans (feat. Lil Baby & Gunna)

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My Jeans (feat. Lil Baby & Gunna)

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I just sip, I can't do nothin'

Yeah

I got big racks in my jeans (Big racks in my jeans)

I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (Dirty with this clean)

Almost all my bitches bald and no leukem'

21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your dreams (Stuntin', yeah)

This money better not stop (Ayy)

I hit the target with the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Loot on the pigs every time (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (Target, hittin' my target, yeah)

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Money tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Spend your bonus on my lean (Yeah)

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

This money callin' me in my sleep

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Don't trust a rich nigga that creep, yeah

Run that back, Turbo!

Wheezy outta here!

I was daydreamin' 'bout money, then I woke up

I be thinkin' all this pimpin' give the world to her

If I ever get the check, give you the world, girl

See us goin' up and down, roller coaster

I'll be the FN, you be my holster

Tell the city 'bout my love, I even post her

Pourin' all this lean in my Styrofoam cup

4 Pockets Full, every one of these shows

I got big racks in my jeans (Big racks in my jeans)

I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (Dirty with this clean)

Almost all my bitches bald and no leukem'

21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your dreams (Stuntin', yeah)

This money better not stop (Ayy)

I hit the target with the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Loot on the pigs every time (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (Target, hittin' my target, yeah)

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Money tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Spend your bonus on my lean (Yeah)

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

This money callin' me in my sleep

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Don't trust a rich nigga that creep, yeah

Top off the Lamb', I get a breeze, yeah

My travel kit is this Codeine, yeah

I fell in love with Billie Jean, yeah

But YSL like Wu-Tang with that cream, oh

And I done bought you everything

Boss you up and put your condo in the trees

I bought some Gucci socks so long they can reach my knees

Got a bust down Rollie with big racks in my jeans, oh

I got big racks in my jeans (Big racks in my jeans)

I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (Dirty with this clean)

Almost all my bitches bald and no leukem'

21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your dreams (Stuntin', yeah)

This money better not stop (Ayy)

I hit the target with the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Loot on the pigs every time (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)

Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (Target, hittin' my target, yeah)

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Money tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Spend your bonus on my lean (Yeah)

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

This money callin' me in my sleep

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)

Don't trust a rich nigga that creep, yeah

Run that back, Turbo!

Wheezy outta here!

Wheezy outta here!

Wheezy outta here!

Wheezy outta here!

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