Lyrics to Audi
(I just told Richie we rich)
Too many racks in the bank
I got the stick, no shank
Run up on me, get hit, you playing
I sprint to that money, I feel like Usian
Too many hoes, every city we go
Got some old money, think it's growin' mold (Bitch)
Treat an opp like an Audi, give him four holes
Baby girl, I'm sorry
I can't fuck wit' you, you acting like the paparazzi
But say she got some fire head, I saved her name as lil' Taki
All my niggas slime, they'll do your ass sheisty
D4L, yeah, yeah, in my white tee, but it's Prada (In my white tee)
I get coke by the load, they get nada (They ain't got it)
Your hoe see me, wanna talk, but guarantee she gon' faint
Black and gold diamonds like I'm playing for the Saints
Blue and green racks on me
Your girl wanna ball, she say that you cheap
I cannot relate, keep that broke shit away from me
I brought a new XD
Make the opps fall like leaves on the tree
I walk in the bank, they notice me
They sayin' my name, nobody heard of you, these niggas want clout
I be high as fuck, I'm sittin' on the clouds
These niggas wan' draw
I bet that stick calm 'em down
I see your hoe, you know she gettin' piped down
I'm from Charlotte, I throw foes out of town
Too many racks in the bank
I got the stick, no shank
Run up on me, get hit, you playing
I sprint to that money, I feel like Usian
Too many hoes, every city we go
Got some old money, think it's growin' mold (Bitch)
Treat an opp like an Audi, give him four holes
Baby girl, I'm sorry
I can't fuck wit' you, you acting like the paparazzi
But say she got some fire head, I saved her name as lil' Taki
Too many racks in the bank
I got the stick, no shank
Run up on me, get hit, you playing
I sprint to that money, I feel like Usian
Too many hoes, every city we go
Got some old money, think it's growin' mold (Bitch)
Treat an opp like an Audi, give him four holes
Baby girl, I'm sorry
I can't fuck wit' you, you acting like the paparazzi
But say she got some fire head, I saved her name as lil' Taki
All my niggas slime, they'll do your ass sheisty
D4L, yeah, yeah, in my white tee, but it's Prada (In my white tee)
I get coke by the load, they get nada (They ain't got it)
Your hoe see me, wanna talk, but guarantee she gon' faint
Black and gold diamonds like I'm playing for the Saints
Blue and green racks on me
Your girl wanna ball, she say that you cheap
I cannot relate, keep that broke shit away from me
I brought a new XD
Make the opps fall like leaves on the tree
I walk in the bank, they notice me
They sayin' my name, nobody heard of you, these niggas want clout
I be high as fuck, I'm sittin' on the clouds
These niggas wan' draw
I bet that stick calm 'em down
I see your hoe, you know she gettin' piped down
I'm from Charlotte, I throw foes out of town
Too many racks in the bank
I got the stick, no shank
Run up on me, get hit, you playing
I sprint to that money, I feel like Usian
Too many hoes, every city we go
Got some old money, think it's growin' mold (Bitch)
Treat an opp like an Audi, give him four holes
Baby girl, I'm sorry
I can't fuck wit' you, you acting like the paparazzi
But say she got some fire head, I saved her name as lil' Taki
