Tatted lyrics

[Intro]
(ZayToven)

[Chorus]
Skinny jeans, you can see these racks on me (Racks on me)
f*cked her, then she got my name tatted on her (That's my b*tch)
Go and get it, then I put my tax on it (Dope boy)
You don't know me if you never got a pack from me (Ay, who is you?)
Touched a M before I touched some rap money (Damn)
Took your b*tch shopping with my trap money (Damn)
Breaking bread down with my n*ggas, that's that Shaq money (My n*ggas)
f*cked her, then she got my name tatted on her

[Verse 1]
f*cked her one time (What happened?)
Then she tat my name on it, talking bout' its mine (Damn)
She fall in love fast, I fell in love with cash (Yeah)
I power boned her in the bed like I'm Steve Nash (Yah)
Flexing on the b*tch like Harkomania (What's poppin')
Gelato got me feeling like I'm on angel dust (Yeah yeah)
Turn my neighborhood to Los Angeles (Uh huh)
We was f*cked up, now money ain't a thing to us (Whoo)
f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, I make up the rules (f*ck you)
I can tell you lame because you smoke Gorilla Glue (What?)
Told lil mama bring that pus*y back like DJ Clue, money make me move (Go get it)
[Chorus]
Skinny jeans, you can see these racks on me (Racks on me)
f*cked her, then she got my name tatted on her (That's my b*tch)
Go and get it, then I put my tax on it (Dope boy)
You don't know me if you never got a pack from me (Ay, who is you?)
Touched a M before I touched some rap money (Damn)
Took your b*tch shopping with my trap money (Damn)
Breaking bread down with my n*ggas, that's that Shaq money (My n*ggas)
f*cked her, then she got my name tatted on her

[Verse 2]
I don't make excuses (For what?), I just make it happen, (Hustler), I did what you haven't (Yeah)
Rich n*gga status (Yeah), b*tch n*gga hater (f*ck n*gga), I smash her then I pass her like a hot potato (Gone)
I put my life on the line about that paper (For real though)
I'm like Bishop and my jawn is where I keep a razor (Juice)
Sitting on acres never seen the neighbors (Damn), Had a weed and lean hangover in Las Vegas (What?)
She like taking shots of Hen' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told her I wanna f*ck your friend (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pushed up on her in the Benz (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flexing like I'm Sycho Sid (Hey)

[Chorus]
Skinny jeans, you can see these racks on me (Racks on me)
f*cked her, then she got my name tatted on her (That's my b*tch)
Go and get it, then I put my tax on it (Dope boy)
You don't know me if you never got a pack from me (Ay, who is you?)
Touched a M before I touched some rap money (Damn)
Took your b*tch shopping with my trap money (Damn)
Breaking bread down with my n*ggas, that's that Shaq money (My n*ggas)
f*cked her, then she got my name tatted on her