My Jeans (feat. Young Thug)

I just sipped and I can't do nothin', yeah I got big racks in my jeans (big racks in my jeans) I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (dirty with this clean) Almost all my bitches ballin', no Lou King (no Lou King) 21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your dreams (stuntin', yeah) This money better not stop (ayy) I hit the target with the bullseye (hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Loot on the pigs every time (hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (target, hittin' my target, yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Money tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Spend your bonus on my lean, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) This money callin' me in my sleep (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Don't trust a rich nigga that creep, yeah Run that back, Turbo Wheezy outta here I was daydreamin' 'bout money, then I woke up I be thinkin' all this pimpin' give the world to her If I ever get the check, give you the world, girl See us goin' up and down, roller coaster I'll be the FN, you be my holster Tell the city 'bout my love, I even post her Pourin' all this lean in my styrofoam cup 4 Pockets Full, every one of these shows I got big racks in my jeans (big racks in my jeans) I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (dirty with this clean) Almost all my bitches ballin', no Lou King (no Lou King) 21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your dreams (stuntin', yeah) This money better not stop (ayy) I hit the target with the bullseye (git my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Loot on the pigs every time (hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (target, hittin' my target, yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Money talk like Charlie Sheen, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Spend your bonus on my lean, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) This money callin' me in my sleep (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Don't trust a rich nigga that creep, yeah Top off the Lamb', I get a breeze, yeah My travel kit is this codeine, yeah I fell in love with Billie Jean, yeah But YSL like Wu-Tang with that cream, oh And I done bought you everything Boss you up and put your condo in the trees I bought some Gucci socks so long they can reach my knees Got a bust down Rollie with big racks inside my jeans, oh I got big racks in my jeans (big racks in my jeans) I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (dirty with this clean) Almost all my bitches ballin', no Lou King (no Lou King) 21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your dreams (stuntin', yeah) This money better not stop (ayy) I hit the target with the bullseye (hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Loot on the pigs every time (hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Me and my dawgs gon' ride out (hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target) Me and my dawgs gon' ride, uh (target, hittin' my target, yeah) (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Money tall like Charlie Sheen, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Spend your bonus on my lean, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) This money callin' me in my sleep (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Don't trust a rich nigga that creep, yeah Run that back, Turbo Wheezy outta here