Trackstar* lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, woah
Woah, oh
Yeah, woah

[Chorus]
What's that that you're sippin' in your cup
[?] on my cup, it's up
This sh*t [?]
I might pull up in a crib, that's what's up
Trackstar, baby, I keep runnin' it up
I can tell by yo' face that you just wanna f*ck
I can't even count how much Tris I done took
I just got a pint, I'ma have it for lunch

[Verse]
I be getting the funds, but you be going out sad
Tell my momma sorry, I'm a money man
Tell my momma sorry, I'm a money man
I'm off a eighth, baby you know I ain't callin' back (b*tch)
Ha, ha
Playin' deck, you can stack
Diamonds gave him heart attacks
Spend a check and make it back
You say I make all these racks, oh yeah, I ain't make it back
Sippin' on this Tris off the eighty, sellin' crack
Huh, I know you don't love me like that
Baby, stop the cap, I know you want these racks
How you leave it in the closet, why you call like that
She a bad model b*tch, want her to tell me I'm the dad
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