TBT - LUCKI

BrentRambo

Yo, copy, ayy

How far you wanna go in the back?

I’m new to this money, I’m foreign to that

Poppin' these pinks, New York, I’m back

She miss me 'cause of my Florida racks

She want me, I want more to drink

Lovin' my life, got bored of that

So my mind give me more to think

And I can’t take no more of that

All bossed up, she ignorin' me

But I want my lil' Tory back

Trippin' on X, no more of that

All my emotions got absorbed with that

My son asked why my water pink

It hurt 'cause I ain’t mean to show him that

I gotta get my order back

What the fuck I’ma do with forty racks?

Besides spend a lot on hoes in Saks

I hope it’s more to rap

But I care what my brothers think

They standin' in my corner like Floyd there

How you want more of me?

I’m rich but I still get sorta sad

These lil' niggas big quarterbacks

Big in the pocket, but avoid the sack

Don’t you get bored of that?

Uh, hmm, ayy

How you gon' lower me?

I get high and adore the racks

First to the money, I record the racks

I can’t see me goin' back

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I can’t see me, uh, ayy

Ayy, ayy

I can’t see me, uh, ayy

How far you wanna go in the back?

I’m new to this money, I’m foreign to that

Poppin' these pinks, New York, I’m back

She miss me and my Florida racks

She want me, I want more to drink

Lovin' my life, got bored of that

Ayy

Lovin' my life, got bored of that

Ayy, ayy

How you want more of me?

Ayy, copy

Yeah, how you want more of me?

Ayy

How you want more of me?

Ayy