1000 Bags 4 Xmas

Yoom (Mike Gotti, this shit stupid)

Like what the fuck did you expect?

Okay, rubber band, count it up (Count it up)

I'm mixin' Tris and Tuss'

And who turnt as us? (Who turnt?)

That ain't nothin' we discuss (It ain't)

They had tried to let **** catch up, they ain't nothin' but mustard (Yeah)

Put my trust in my cutter (Cutter), got snakes all in my grass (Bah)

Ho ask me what I want for Christmas, bitch, a thousand bags (Yeah)

Stuck in the trap, but still got dreams about a million cash (Yeah)

Ain't 'bout who got the most (Uh-uh), it's 'bout who make it last (Yeah)

I seen that boy fuck a haul, now they on his ass (Yeah)

Can't put my trust in nothin' (No)

My ho want love for nothin' (She want)

19X came with a drum and Lego box button (Grr)

I'll serve you somewhere, drop the number, get your trap jumpin' (Give me your trap phone)

Ruined my palms to get these racks, this ain't rap money (Uh-uh)

No time for bitches 'cause these racks fill up my calendar

She gon' still fuck with me, it don't matter how I handle her

Fucked her, then I dodged her, what I look like ridin' Challenger?

These big Balenci' boots, I never had no panda Dunks

Wake up tryna catch a play, I put Wock' in Minute Maid

I'm just tryna stack it up, don't know what I made today

Mr. Take A Risk, get these bags through TSA

Nothin' but hustlers in my family, got blue hundreds in my DNA

Got blue hundreds in my DNA

Bad bitch gon' bring me turkey, she a CNA

Huh, forever get these racks, that's the risk we take

Hmm, hmm, hmm, and that's the risk we take

Hmm, hmm