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Look Ma I Did It
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Gucci Mane
Featuring(s) : Baby Racks
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[Baby Racks & Gucci Mane] Hold on, hold on, alright 1017 Baby Racks, Baby Racks Baby Racks Racks Long money Wop I'm loaded, Baby Racks Loaded (Honcho on the beat, bitch) Go I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin' They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it It's Gucci They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Yeah) Go I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin' I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (Yeah) They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama) My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out (Nah) Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha) I don't know what that's 'bout I keep them bands in a drought (Bands) They comin' in, comin' out (Yeah) [Baby Racks] Bitch, I look like I'm a dollar sign You don't see that, then you colorblind I get the monеy ahead of time Thesе niggas green like a dandelion Play with my money, get penalized These niggas poppin' on Facebook Live We used to go in on three-fives I can go snatch my own P now Your bitch get snatched like a rebound Don't got no time for no handouts I'm the one you shouldn't play 'round I been a boss, this ain't overnight High as a Delta flight Hundreds be older than Betty White Diamonds be shinin' like city lights Playin' with sticks like it's Fisher-Price This shit get scary like poltergeist Baby Racks, yeah, that's my copyright Pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight Say he want smoke, then it's on sight We just gon' pop up with no invite Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter Got stripes like Adidas These niggas be singin' like Keisha I need me a bitch just like Gina I'm selfish as f*ck, I keep buyin' two-seaters I'ma just f*ck on her, you can still keep her I'm sellin' dope like it's legal Might just go get a white beamer Havin' more spots than a cheetah Drop a deuce, that's that Regeta (Yeah) I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin' I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Yeah) I don't know what that's 'bout (Nah) I keep them bands in a drought They comin' in, comin' out (Huh?) [Gucci Mane] I'm so rich, can't call me trick if I pay her I used to trap out a room in Decatur (Skrrt) All in Las Vegas, wave hi to the haters (Hi) My outfits is tailored, big tippin' the waiter (Wow) I'm comin' trim like it come with the trimmin' All on the yacht with no shoes, rockin' linen (Yeah) Industry niggas be actin' like bitches Too feminine, I'd rather collab with women When I got on, I put folks in position I had a vision, started in the kitchen My hustle relentless, the purest intentions Woke up in Sim' Valley with no picket fences (Damn) I cannot stop 'til I run up a billion I'm tryna stack these M's up to the ceilin' (Damn) I'm at the top, but I come from the trenches Bet mama look down, be like, "Gucci, you did it" (Mama) I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin' I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout I don't know what that's 'bout (Nah) I keep them bands in a drought They comin' in, comin' out (Bands) [Baby Racks] My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn't nothin' So I'ma just marry the money Me and Ben Franklin got something in common I might propose with a bag full of hundreds Say he got P's, well, I need me a dozen I might just go put 'em all in the oven Watch how them racks come back, lookin' so lovely Money the only topic in discussions You know all my bitches exquisite I'm tryna go get it Might just take your bitch to Spondivits My pockets be looking like spinach All of my cars, they be tinted So you cannot see who in it They tryna f*ck up my image Bitch, I'm Pablo in the city I might just come with a fifty I cannot stop 'til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin' I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (Yeah) They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama) My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt) These niggas had counted me out (Nah) Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha) I don't know what that's 'bout I keep them bands in a drought (Bands) They comin' in, comin' out (Yeah) (Bitch)
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