I got racks in the bank,
But I cannot give you nothing
I try to get up in the club,
Boy I feel just like McLovin
You can't get up with the clan,
K-K-K, it got em runnin' (got em,)
Yea, got em runnin'
It got em runnin'
Why you runnin' for the white coats, Uh
Rick Owen I'm lookin' like a psycho
Uh
We pull up with choppers and a blindfold
Uh, Better pray to God you take the high road
(Pray to God) ,Uh
Take the high road
I could make a rack in a day with my eyes closed
If that boy got hands, hollow tips,
You can't fight those
Eating MnMs in the crib with a B.B. Simon on
Ya, I was just on your block
Hit your man, Rick and nem
See that brick on my watch
It cost way more than your rent
I'm the sh- and you not
And she knowin' that I'm him
Keep it double O,I Sip wock,
Make him dance, hit the Wap, I said
I got racks in the bank,
But I cannot give you nothing
I try to get up in the club,
Boy I feel just like McLovin
You can't get up with the clan,
K-K-K, it got em runnin' (got em,)
Yea, got em runnin'
It got em runnin'
Why you runnin' for the white coats, Uh
Rick Owen I'm lookin' like a psycho
Uh
We pull up with choppers and a blindfold
Uh, Better pray to God you take the high road
I got raxks in the b-
But I cannot give you nothing
I try to get up in the club
Boy I f- just like McLovin
Boy you can't get up-
K-K-K it got em runnin
Got em runnin
It got em runnin
Why you- runnin from the white koats?
Why you- runnin from the white-
Why you- runnin from the white coat-
Ew