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Sidëwayz Lyrics[Chorus]
(Lukovic got beats) All my money got fatter (Yeah)
Racks way too tall (Yeah), racks way too tall (Yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Racks way too fat (Yeah)
Racks way too fat (Yeah), I went and got me baguettes (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I went and copped me the 'Vette (Yeah)
Went in Chanel with a twenty band, and I left with a whole lot of bags (Yeah)
Label been callin' my ass, label been watchin' my ass (Yeah)
I got a whole lot of racks (Yeah), told 'em, "I'm gon' have to pass" (Fuck 'em, ha)

[Verse]
Whole lot of shit ain't funny, I get a whole lot of money (Yeah)
Whole lot of shit I ain't with (Yеah), whole lot of people been runnin' (Yеah)
I gotta call up my bitch, I told my bitch I'm a junkie (Off the boot up)
I'm a junkie that get me some money (Yeah)
I'm a junkie when it come to that money (Yeah)
Yeah, I took the Z65 by the crib with the fifth and the i8 in it (Yeah)
I need the GLE AMG 43, yeah, with a supercharged engine (Yeah)
Bitch, tell me, what do you do? (What?)
I need some top in that coupe (Let's go)
Some twizzys red and some blue (Yeah)
Balenci' the shoe (Yeah, Balenci')
Bitch, I converse with the gods out here
My bitch a nine out of ten and she ate
When you livin' like this and you rich, it feel great
I won’t ever change, man, this ain't no way
We just took the top off the coupe, yeah, sideways
Don't really get what I do, so at first, they gon' hate
I'm the one who had started this shit
I'm the one took the top off the bitch
So I said goodbye, cut off my bitch (Yeah)
I can't conversate with no snitch (Yeah)
Everything got taller, I only go for a dollar
All your shit got smaller, your bitch give me brain like a scholar
Bitch, I got Wock' in the baby bottle, feel like a toddler (Yeah)
Bitch, I can't give you no help or assist, you not a baller (Yeah)
I keep the drugs in the middle (Yeah), I keep the racks at the top (Yeah)
These kids, they gon' snitch through a little (What), I keep this shit solid like my name was Rock (Yeah)
You get what you got, what you put in it
When it come to the work, I'ma put it in
When it come to the twat, I'ma put it in
It's been a long time, what you puttin' in? (Yeah)
You get what you got, what you put in it
Fuck all that bullshit, no, I'm not doing it
Whole lot of racks on me, yeah, I've been coolin', bitch
I’m finna change my name to a cooling kit

[Chorus]
(Lukovic got bea—) All my money got fatter (Yeah)
Racks way too tall (Yeah), racks way too tall (Yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Racks way too fat (Yeah)
Racks way too fat (Yeah), I went and got me baguettes (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I went and copped me the 'Vette (Yeah)
Went in Chanel with a twenty band, and I left with a whole lot of bags (Yeah)
Label been calling my ass, label been watchin' my ass (Yeah)
I got a whole lot of racks (Yeah), told 'em "I'm gon' have to pass" (Fuck 'em, ha)