Monee Del Rey lyrics

[Intro]
That be Maaly Raw


[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm gonna ball 'til I fall
Lil Uzi never gon' fall
Ayy, my money stacked eight feet tall
Ayy, told your b*tch to drop them drawers
I swear to god, it was nothin'
Turn that sh*t right into somethin'
All of my b*tches, they bustin', ayy
All of my b*tches they bustin', ayy
Aim at your head like concussion, ayy
n*gga that be repercussion, ayy
All of my n*ggas they bustin', ayy
All of my n*ggas they bustin', ayy
Most of these n*ggas be busters, ayy
All of my n*ggas they hustlers, ayy
Lil Uzi ball like a rucker, ayy
Don't want your b*tch, want your mother, ayy
In the trap, n*gga, I'm whippin', ayy
n*gga, I'm whippin' that supper, ayy
If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy
If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy
[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, sippin' that lean, I'm monster
My b*tch, she look like Teyana
Chopper big like Iman Shumpert
Rockin' that Wang, Alexander
Sometimes I feel like I’m Shabba
Kanye told me he was happy
Four of my hoes got family
Now I be gettin' them dollars
Diddy be given' me knowledge
Xan in the lean give me power
Tear up the pus*y, got molly
I be whippin' the chowder
My b*tch, she be in college
What the f*ck you talk about me
Little Uzi got the dollars, ayy
2050 in the hunnid
n*gga, I'm stuntin'
I'm gettin' money
You don't get nothin'
I'm countin' the comma
Lil Uzi gettin' the dollars
I be designer
I ain't worried 'bout your homie
[Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts]
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours
I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes
I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours