Oh My Goodness lyrics

[Intro]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket (Ayy)
I got thots all in my phone calling me, b*tch, stop it (Bang, bang, bang)
(ISO)
Fourteen hunnid for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Oh wee, it's Oh!Zone on the beat)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Foe'nem just got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks
Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes
Glo Gang
Know how we rocking like cut-off stockings, keep kush in our pockets
Bang

[Chorus]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, b*tch, stop it
Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace
And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, b*tch, I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' sh*t for me

[Verse 1]
I be flexin' on n*ggas, just coolin' (Flexin', flexin')
I got my n*ggas, my money, my toolie (Need my money and my toolie)
I got my cars, my house and my jewelry (Yes, man)
Flexin' on n*ggas, I ain't worried (I ain't worried 'bout a thing)
Smoking Tooka to the head (Tooka to the head)
Come through, shoot ya, then ya dead (Come through, shoot ya, then ya dead)
I’m getting money, f*ck the feds (I’m getting money, f*ck the feds)
And I’m Glo Gang, what is this? (And I’m Glo Gang, what is this?)
That’s my sh*t, you lil' b*tch (That’s my sh*t, you lil' b*tch)
Let’s get rich, you lil' b*tch (Let’s get rich, you lil' b*tch)
Get off my di*k, you lil' b*tch (Get off my di*k, you lil' b*tch)
And go get you a brick (And go get you a brick)
Smoking TuTu, this my oxygen (Smoking TuTu)
Too much damn TuTu, where my car keys, man? (Too much damn TuTu)
Counting rolls like a boxer, man (Counting rolls)
Ya know that I'm the man (Ya know it)
[Chorus]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, b*tch, stop it
Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace
And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, b*tch, I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' sh*t for me

[Verse 2]
Money machine go, "Beep, beep"
Hop in my car, skrrt skrrt skrrt, dudu dudu dudu, beep, beep
All these f*ck boys wanna be me
His b*tch let me f*ck 'cause I got racks, so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet
Tatted up like f*ck, yeah
Money tatted on my mind, yeah
.30 tatted on my gun, yeah
It’s time to have fun, yeah
His b*tch say she wanna f*ck me
She really wanna f*ck with money
Thought that I ain’t know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that sh*t
Baby, you on that lame ass sh*t, I don’t play that sh*t
[Chorus]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, b*tch, stop it
Fourteen hundres for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace
And I’m smoking on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, b*tch, I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' sh*t for me