The Race (Remix) lyrics

[Verse]
f*ck a beat, man, I'm finna get this cash (money, money)
How I get my cash, b*tch, I get it fast (fast, fast)
When I'm talkin' fast, b*tch, I'm talkin' flash (zoom, zoom)
Running up these commas, b*tch, I never crash (never, never)
My diamonds make you blind like you Helen Keller (Helen Keller)
Running up a f*ckin' milli Rockefeller (Rockefeller)
Been up on top of this paper like a header (Like a header)
Rich[?] kid, I'mma be rich forever
My whole closet is filled with this money (money, money)
This designer, yeah, you know how I'm coming (coming, coming)
Flex on you b*tches, yeah, you know how I'm stunting (stuntin', stuntin')
Feeling like a Milli and these b*tches McLovin (Lovin', Lovin')
I'm White $osa, I don't think you want no action (Nope, no)
You be runnin' when that chopper gets to slapping (blaw, blaw)
That chopper give it like a f*ckin' jacket
b*tch, I never lie I'm never with the cappin' (Never, never)
Ice[?] beat you like a b*tch pus*y
When I open her legs she was gushin' (she was gushy)
When you was soft b*tch, yeah, you so mushy (so mushy)
You said you would shoot but, b*tch, you wouldn't (No, you wouldn't)
I got more bars than your phone signal (phone signal)
Got your b*tch blowin' me just like a whistle (like a whistle)
Bringing out that pistol, aim it at your temple (blaw, blaw)
My pistol talk, it'll pop you like a pimple (pop, pop, pop, pop)
Not a clown with this sh*t, b*tch, I'm not It., (Not It.)
f*ck this b*tch from the back had her wet quick (From the back)
Money, choppers with some sticks and some chopper di*ks
They say "$osa goin' off, better drop this." (Damn)