Look Ma I Did It

Hold on, hold on, alright
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Baby Racks, Baby Racks
Baby Racks
Racks
Long money, 'Wop
I'm loaded, Baby Racks
Loaded
(Honcho on the beat)
Go
You tripping, do it to 'em
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
It's Gucci
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Yeah)
Go (Go)

I heard you broke, yeah, you tripping
I made twenty thousand just sitting in the kitchen (Yeah)
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama)
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out (Nah)
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha)
I don't know what that's 'bout
I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they coming in, coming out (Yeah)

Bitch, I look like I'm a dollar sign
You don't see that, then you colorblind
I get the money ahead of time
These niggas green like a dandelion
Play with my money, get penalized
These niggas popping on Facebook Live
We used to go in on three-fives
I can go snatch my own P now
Your bitch get snatched like a rebound
Don't got no time for no handouts
I'm the one you shouldn't play 'round
I been a boss, this ain't overnight
High as a Delta flight
Hundreds be older than Betty White
Diamonds be shining like city lights
Playing with sticks like it's Fisher-Price
This shit get scary like poltergeist
Baby Racks, yeah, that's my copyright
Pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight
Say he want smoke, then it's on sight
We just gon' pop up with no invite
Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter
Got stripes like Adidas
These niggas be singing like Keisha
I need me a bitch just like Gina
I'm selfish as fuck, I keep buying two-seaters
I'ma just fuck on her, you can still keep her
I'm just selling dope like it's legal
Might just go get a white beamer
Having more spots than a cheetah
Drop a deuce, that's that Regeta

I heard you broke, yeah, you tripping
I made twenty thousand just sitting in the kitchen
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Yeah)
I don't know what that's 'bout (Nah)
I keep them bands in a drought, they coming in, coming out (Huh?)

I'm so rich, can't call me trick if I pay up
I used to trap out a room in Decatur (Skrrt)
All in Las Vegas, wave "Hi" to the haters (Hi)
My outfits is tailored, big tipping the waiter (Wow)
I'm coming trim, like it come with the Trina
Out on the yacht with no shoes, rocking Lennon (Yeah)
Industry niggas be acting like bitches
Too feminine, I'd rather collab with women
When I got on, I put folks in position
I had a vision, started in the kitchen
My hustle relentless, the purest intentions
Woke up in Simi Valley with no picket fences (Damn)
I can not stop 'til I run up a billion
I'm tryna stack these M's up to the ceiling (Damn)
I'm at the top, but I come from the trenches
Big Mama look down, be like, "Gucci, you did it" (Mama)

I heard you broke, yeah, you tripping
I made twenty thousand just sitting in the kitchen
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout
I don't know what that's 'bout (Nah)
I keep them bands in a drought, they coming in, coming out (Bands)

My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn't nothing
So I'ma just marry the money
Me and Ben Franklin got something in common
I might propose with a bag full of hundreds
Say he got P's, well, I need me a dozen
I might just go put 'em all in the oven
Watch how them racks come back, looking so lovely
Money the only topic in discussions
You know all my bitches exquisite
I'm tryna go get it
Might just take your bitch to Spondivits
My pockets be looking like spinach
All of my cars, they be tinted
So you cannot see who in it
They tryna fuck up my image
Bitch, I'm Pablo in the city
I might just come with a fifty
I cannot stop 'til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys

I heard you broke, yeah, you tripping
I made twenty thousand just sitting in the kitchen (Yeah)
They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama)
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out (Nah)
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha)
I don't know what that's 'bout
I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they coming in, coming out (Yeah)