22

[Chorus: Tracy & Mackned]
I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (Sitting on 22's)
My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (And they blue, yuh)
My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu)
Too many hoes, which one do I choose?
Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's
Mackned, Tracy, had to do what we had to do
Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through
I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof

[Verse 1: Tracy]
Yeah, yeah
These bitches is thirsty, I look like Fiji
She in my bed, she not even sleepy
I eat good, man, I'm so greedy
She so polite so I let her please me

[Verse 2: Mackned]
I am on my toes, I know the bitch need me
I carry the strap so naturally, it's like I'm breathing
I take baby steps with you, feel like a pediatrician
You would trade your family for some recognition

[Verse 3: Tracy]
I spend racks, man, I love to splurge (Racks, racks)
Used to be broke but I put in work
I spent your rent on a t-shirt (On a t-shirt)
She is a flirt, pulling down her skirt (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Mackned]
You can not afford, this ain't what you want
Goth boy in Givenchy, Tracy in Saint Laurent
Used to buy each other meals, now we get racks now
I remember scoring ten, feel like a touchdown

[Chorus: Tracy & Mackned]
I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (Sitting on 22's)
My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (And they blue, yuh)
My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu)
Too many hoes, which one do I choose?
Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's
Mackned, Tracy, had to do what we had to do
Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through
I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof