Hunt

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh Ooh, ooh ooh I'm on a hunt, for them racks I-I run it up, like some laps (Yeah) I call my troops, they run and attack I can't trust none, I'm watchin' my back Niggas be fake, take off the mask Countin' the cake, but I need a bag Racks in my jeans, it's making me sag Countin' so much, I gotta switch hands Yeah, ayy, ooh Feeling the drugs in my body I need the racks, she feelin' on me Got designer, yeah, Margiela my teeth Counting your bitch, I'm sorry not sorry I got the mo'fuckin' [?] they on me Walk in the club with different titty Want, the big racks Show me the money I'm not 'bout to chit-chat I'm not with that talk now, fix it then get tossed out Mason on me when I walk out In the fast car then I hop out They know I am a boss now Might go to Neiman to shop now Ya I know they be plottin' on me, I know they be plottin', plottin' I know they be plottin' on me, I know they be plottin', plottin' I know they be plottin' on me, I know they be plottin', plottin' Yeah, ayy, yeah I'm ready to go I walk into the motherfucking bank, but [?] I feel like Tomb Raider, I got your bitch, she on a rope Walk around I'm faded, designer denim I'm doin' the most I'm on a hunt, for them racks I-I run it up, like some laps I call my troops, they run and attack I can't trust none, I'm watchin' my back Niggas be fake, take off the mask Countin' the cake, but I need a bag Racks in my jeans, it's making me sag Countin' so much, I gotta switch hands I'm on a hunt, for them racks I-I run it up, like some laps I call my troops, they run and attack I can't trust none, I'm watchin' my back Niggas be fake, take off the mask Countin' the cake, but I need a bag Racks in my jeans, it's making me sag Countin' so much, I gotta switch hands