Letra 60 rackz Jim Jones

60 rackz

It's all about that paper, niggas ain't pimping right [?]
60 rackz in my pockets, where my bottles at?
60 rackz in my pockets, [?]

I'm all about that motherfucking paper hoe
This song goes out to all my money making hoes
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean

I got my top back when I lean, got that in my jeans
Can't believe I [?] rackz in the pocket of my jeans
Now that [?] my dreams, make that chop, choppa gonna scream
Violating will catch him sleeping and pop, pop at your dreams
Drop black when I cop that, you only got that in your dreams
She suck my dick and then swallow it and then put the dick back in my jeans
Blown nose, [?] getting top back on that beam
For the [?] like it is got back for my rings
[?] my team got that glock strapped in my [?]
Rolling dice and we had to stop cause them cops back on the scene
G [?] and I twist the back and I told them 40 was in it
Double park with that engine running and the fly Shawty was in it

I'm all about that motherfucking paper hoe
This song goes out to all my money making hoes
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean

I say I [?] my waist, diamond's clear like a good day
I was thinking bout Miami, took that [?] out to L.A.
I don't need [?] all I need a fresh pair jays
Talk about them champions, them 6 [?]
They nothing changed [?]
Drop top and we pumping heat
Cause them niggas know we kill summers
[?] they be stunting, grand slamming these hoes
Man these niggas out here they just bumping
Pockets hold about 60, if I [?] they crispy
Talking dirty [?] we both let the spark [?]
I'm a fly boy, my billy [?] I buy toys off ceiling nigga

I'm all about that motherfucking paper hoe
This song goes out to all my money making hoes
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking phantom ghost
This song goes out to all my niggas getting dough
60 rackz in my pocket, 60 rackz in my jeans
60 rackz in my rocket top back when I lean.