Producer Gotta Draco

[Intro: 10kDunkin]
This shit we be doin' ain't right
Producer walked in with a Draco
(Plugg)

[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Yeah, the shit we be doin' ain't right
My producer walked in with a Draco
Tryna stack them racks tall, then lay low
I might pull up to your party with that fire
I'm about my money, you can see it in my eyes
Designer frames on, you can't even see my eyes
We havin' them racks on us, I ain't lyin'
I ain't window shoppin' no more, if I see it, I'ma buy

[Post-Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I'm always lookin' at the money, you can see it in my eyes
At the trap gettin' cake, but not here to blow pies
My bitch got an onion booty, make your ass cry
Call the K R. Kelly, it can make your ass fly
Pull that chick, she get wеt, should've let that man dry
Make a moviе, camera flash, then young Tony pan out
My partner make beats, but I brought them bands out
Both feet on the street, I don't need a hand out

[Verse 1: 10kDunkin]
We ain't ever need no hand
Got one hand on the Glock, got one hand on the band
I got a Glock in my pocket, you can tell by my stance
He thought it was a lick, we had to change up his plans
He be walkin' to the money, when I see it, I ran
And the coupe got tint, you can't even see in
We be ballin' on these niggas, go by ESPN

[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
Play and give 'em one shot like I need 'em again
I'm sippin' on dirty mud but I'm still neat with the bands
I'm countin' at the pre-show with a Glock in my pants
I done tied up bitches with the knots in my hands
MCM shirt and Margiela the woo
Fucked up Flame, made it right in the The Voo
TEC on my hip, I can't play games with you
He know we got a check, sayin' that we gon' do it (Plugg)

[Chorus: 10kDunkin]
Yeah, the shit we be doin' ain't right
My producer walked in with a Draco
Tryna stack them racks tall, then lay low
I might pull up to your party with that fire
I'm about my money, you can see it in my eyes
Designer frames on, you can't even see my eyes
We havin' them racks on us, I ain't lyin'
I ain't window shoppin' no more, if I see it, I'ma buy

[Post-Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I'm always lookin' at the money, you can see it in my eyes
At the trap gettin' cake, but not here to blow pies
My bitch got an onion booty, make your ass cry
Call the K R. Kelly, it can make your ass fly
Pull that chick, she get wet, should've let that man dry
Make a movie, camera flash, then young Tony pan out
My partner make beats, but I brought them bands out
Both feet on the street, I don't need a hand out

[Outro]
(Plugg)