PART TWO

[Chorus: Trashi]
I just touched my racks, yeah
Shorty throw it back, yeah
I'ma get to my bag, yeah
Money, uh, money fast yea

[Verse 1: Trashi]
Part two like I never left
Chasing my money, it's really the best
These niggas be hating, they stealing my swag, you ain't never seen a nigga that rock no vest
Schizo nigga with no rest
Is that someone you want to test?
I just be stunting on niggas, I'm doing this shit until my mufucking death

[Verse 2: Rollie]
Fuck it we'll pull out the pole and we'll shoot up your home
We gone dump until ain't nothing left
Smoking that gas and my eyes is red
Roll the back of my head looking like I'm possessed
Shawty so bad, she don't fuck with no broke boy
She getting her money and getting her chips
Smoking Duwai and it got me real high and I'll fuck on his hoe and nut on her lip

[Verse 3: Trashi]
Duwai pack all up in my blunt, if that nigga keep talking, we sending him up
Big booty bad bitch, she all at my pad, she don't fuck with no scrubs and that's just what it was
My money so green, pockets full of mud
Mixed in with grass, the roses, the bugs
I get so high that I don't give a fuck
Sipping on Fiji, refilling my HUD yea

[Verse 4: Rollie]
Fuck on that hoe from the behind, hitting that pussy, I call it that feline
Shawty say she wanna be mine, I wanna get high enough I can see God
Got the honey like a beehive, choppa will sting you, you get hit with the green dot
Dripping my bitch in that design
I shot his ass, left him dead at the street sign

[Verse 5: Trashi]
Never been a number two
Every nigga talk down but he don't move
Flipping on a brick like my name was Gucci
Can't fuck with no Onlyfans coochie
Kick it wit Tron, it's still free Unky
My Margelia splat like bumblebee
Belt shining, yes, it's double B
No nigga can fuck with the posse

[Verse 6: Rollie]
Lil pussy, that boy ain't gone blow back
She said I got that good dick, yea, I know that
Shooting these movies like Kodak
Roll my opps up in a wood and I blow that
You could get killed for a low rack
I fuck her life up like my name was Prozac
Sipping on Cognac
Trashi and Rollie part two, bitch, you know that we wrote that

[Chorus: Trashi]
I just touched my racks, yeah
Shorty throw it back, yeah
I'ma get to my bag, yeah
Money, uh, money fast yea