Lyrics Fire - Dirty Version - Da Les

50 Racks for a show
Couch that bread and doe
I been waiting too long
To get you outta that thong
Pocket fulla hunneds
That's exactly how I run this shit
Faded up off that pour up
And I'mo keep counting my doe up
I got pockets full of racks
Girls on the floor
Versace on my back
Errthang goes
This world in my hand
I'mo feed it to magenge
Middle finger to the sky
To my haters that can't stand it
Goddamn

I like, check the bitch that I came with
You ain't even that famous
But you look so good in this muthafaka
Yeah you know we all good in this muthafaka
That's why I gotta let you know You got that fire
Girls you got that fire

Now turn around and bust it for me
Or let a nigga just bust it open
You already know just what we're smoking
Boss shit nigga that's just how we're rolling
Now tell me what's your story
She got secretes no Victoria
Yeah Imo let my chains out
And show you what the game 'bout
I got a pocket full of racks
Girls on the floor
Versace on my back
Errthang goes
This world in my hand
I'mo feed it to magenge
Middle finger to the sky
To my haters that can't stand it
Goddamn

Mandela faces on that doe (Girl you got that fire)
So drop it to the floor (Girl you got that fire)
Because we're bout to blow up (Girl you got that fire)