Vices (feat. Lil Tracy)

I'm working on dying I want money, hoes Cars, clothes Yachts, boats I want more I want stacks, racks I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion My ice is shinin', how'd I get so icy? These niggas hate me 'cause their girlfriend like me I step on stage and then the crowd starts sicing And when they writin', they be tryna say I'm like Got a hundred hoes shakin' ass, takin' off their clothes Got me throwin' cash, spend it on some dope I can spend it fast 'cause I can get some more Boy, I'm smokin' on that vacuum-sealed shit All these fuck niggas, this the shit that I can't deal with Only hangin' with my niggas that I was in the field with I was in the streets while your ass was on field trips, for real, bitch I want money, hoes Cars, clothes Yachts, boats I want more I want stacks, racks I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion Walkin' with a stick, grandpa No love for a bitch, I love my grandma Yeah, I'm so geeked I spill my Fanta Beef with Khan then I'm shootin' like a camera I want money, hoes Step on stage, camera flash, boy, I hit my pose Rock star shit, mosh pit, I'ma stage dive Rude boy, I'm a rude boy, I won't say hi Yeah, Lil Tracy, Khan, boy, we stay high Bitches starin' when we slide by Dancing like I scored the winning touchdown Yeah, that bitch that used to play me, she wanna hug now I want money, hoes I got Gucci and some Fendi in my wardrobe (Gucci, Fendi, Gucci) Yeah, I want big racks I want a bitch bad, hit her from the front and the back I want money, hoes Cars, clothes Yachts, boats I want more I'm working on dying