Look Ma I Did It

Hold on, hold on, alright
 1-0-1-7
 Baby Racks, Baby Racks (Baby Racks)
 Racks (Long Money Wop)
 I'm loaded, Baby Racks (loaded)
 (Honcho on the beat) Go
 You trippin', do it to 'em
 They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (it's Gucci)
 They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
 They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (yeah)
 Go
 I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin
 I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (yeah)
 They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (mama)
 My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt)
 These niggas had counted me out (nah)
 Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (ha)
 I don't know what that's 'bout
 I keep them bands in a drought (bands)
 They comin' in, comin' out (yeah)
 Bitch, I look like I'm a dollar sign
 You don't see that, then you colorblind
 I get the money ahead of time
 These niggas green like a dandelion
 Play with my money, get penalized
 These niggas poppin' on Facebook Live
 We used to go in on three-fives
 I can go snatch my own P now
 Your bitch get snatched like a rebound
 Don't got no time for no handouts
 I'm the one you shouldn't play 'round
 I been a boss, this ain't overnight
 High as a Delta flight
 Hundreds be older than Betty White
 Diamonds be shinin' like city lights
 Playin' with sticks like it's Fisher-Price
 This shit get scary like poltergeist
 Baby Racks, yeah, that's my copyright
 Pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight
 Say he want smoke, then it's on sight
 We just gon' pop up with no invite
 Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter
 Got stripes like Adidas
 These niggas be singin' like Keisha
 I need me a bitch just like Gina
 I'm selfish as fuck, I keep buyin' two-seaters
 I'ma just fuck on her, you can still keep her
 I'm just sellin' dope like it's legal
 Might just go get a white beamer
 Havin' more spots than a cheetah
 Drop a deuce, that's that Regeta
 I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin
 I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen
 They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
 My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt)
 These niggas had counted me out
 Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (yeah)
 I don't know what that's 'bout (nah)
 I keep them bands in a drought
 They comin' in, comin' out (huh?)
 I'm so rich, can't call me trick if I pay up
 I used to trap out a room in Decatur (skrrt)
 All in Las Vegas, wave "Hi" to the haters (hi)
 My outfits is tailored, big tippin' the waiter (wow)
 I'm comin' trim, like it come with the Trina
 Out on the yacht with no shoes, rockin' Lennon (yeah)
 Industry niggas be actin' like bitches
 Too feminine, I'd rather collab with women
 When I got on, I put folks in position
 I had a vision, started in the kitchen
 My hustle relentless, the purest intentions
 Woke up in Simi Valley with no picket fences (damn)
 I can not stop 'til I run up a billion
 I'm tryna stack these M's up to the ceilin' (damn)
 I'm at the top, but I come from the trenches
 Big Mama look down, be like, "Gucci, you did it" (mama)
 I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin
 I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen
 They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it
 My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
 These niggas had counted me out
 Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout
 I don't know what that's 'bout (nah)
 I keep them bands in a drought
 They comin' in, comin' out (bands)
 My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn't nothin
 So I'ma just marry the money
 Me and Ben Franklin got something in common
 I might propose with a bag full of hundreds
 Say he got P's, well, I need me a dozen
 I might just go put 'em all in the oven
 Watch how them racks come back, lookin' so lovely
 Money the only topic in discussions
 You know all my bitches exquisite
 I'm tryna go get it
 Might just take your bitch to Spondivits
 My pockets be looking like spinach
 All of my cars, they be tinted
 So you cannot see who in it
 They tryna fuck up my image
 Bitch, I'm Pablo in the city
 I might just come with a fifty
 I cannot stop 'til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys
 I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin
 I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (yeah)
 They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (mama)
 My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt)
 These niggas had counted me out (nah)
 Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (ha)
 I don't know what that's 'bout
 I keep them bands in a drought (bands)
 They comin' in, comin' out (yeah)