I don't do that

u know I got the racks , dreaming bout cash hoping In my benz, now I don't pay tax out here making tracks, like I'm a trapstar playing fast ball , cause I'm soo tall I'm in my zone pick up the phone show your own u know I'm known I see your bones throw your stones you want a loan I don't go that zone sprinting on the gas; stepping on the dash tryana hide the ash