Lil Uzi Vert — Monee Del Rey

[Intro] That be Maaly Raw [Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts] I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] I'm gonna ball 'til I fall Lil Uzi never gon' fall Ayy, my money stacked eight feet tall Ayy, told your bitch to drop them drawers I swear to god, it was nothin' Turn that shit right into somethin' All of my bitches, they bustin', ayy All of my bitches they bustin', ayy Aim at your head like concussion, ayy Nigga that be repercussion, ayy All of my niggas they bustin', ayy All of my niggas they bustin', ayy Most of these niggas be busters, ayy All of my niggas they hustlers, ayy Lil Uzi ball like a rucker, ayy Don't want your bitch, want your mother, ayy In the trap, nigga, I'm whippin', ayy Nigga, I'm whippin' that supper, ayy If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy If the cops come, I'm gon' flush it, ayy [Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts] I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Ayy, sippin' that lean, I'm monster My bitch, she look like Teyana Chopper big like Iman Shumpert Rockin' that Wang, Alexander Sometimes I feel like I’m Shabba Kanye told me he was happy Four of my hoes got family Now I be gettin' them dollars Diddy be given' me knowledge Xan in the lean give me power Tear up the pussy, got molly I be whippin' the chowder My bitch, she be in college What the fuck you talk about me Little Uzi got the dollars, ayy 2050 in the hunnid Nigga, I'm stuntin' I'm gettin' money You don't get nothin' I'm countin' the comma Lil Uzi gettin' the dollars I be designer I ain't worried 'bout your homie [Chorus: DJ Diamond Kuts] I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours I got racks, I got clothes, I got hoes I got shooters, I ain't worried about yours