Hook:
Yeah, im in the top down
Racer, yeah he's hitting the back
I don't need no drugs or pills
My money is keeping me stacked
You in that wraith, that speeder, trackhawk
I ain't taking it back
Im a sports classic, this shit ain't taking me back
Verse 1:
Racks in my jeans
Money in my beam
You just played the fiend
I bouta come with the scream
Come with the screen, and I run up jag
Bought me some sticks, I ain't carrying the bag
You don't know dis
You don't know dat
Money ran up, like its hitting the fab
Verse 2:
Racks in the scene, money go in
I get to run it back
You are a feen-d (fiend
You are too clean
Just run it back
You don't know dis
And I don't know dit
And I be getting the scream
Yeah I don't
Hook:
Yeah, im in the top down
Racer, yeah he's hitting the back
I don't need no drugs or pills
My money is keeping me stacked
You in that wraith, that speeder, trackhawk
I ain't taking it back
Im a sports classic, this shit ain't taking me back
Yeah, im in the top down
Racer, yeah he's hitting the back
I don't need no drugs or pills
My money is keeping me stacked
You in that wraith, that speeder, trackhawk
I ain't taking it back
Im a sports classic, this shit ain't taking me back