Lyrics Vices - The Khan , Lil Tracy

I'm working on dying

I want money, hoes, cars, clothes, yachts, boats
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion

My ice is shinin', how'd I get so icy?
These niggas hate me 'cause their girlfriend like me
I step on stage and then the crowd starts sicing
And when they writin', they be tryna say I'm like
Got a hundred hoes shakin' ass, takin' off their clothes
Got me throwin' cash, spend it on some dope
I can spend it fast 'cause I can get some more
Boy, I'm smokin' on that vacuum-sealed shit
All these fuck niggas, this the shit that I can't deal with
Only hangin' with my niggas that I was in the field with
I was in the streets
While your ass was on field trips, for real, bitch

I want money, hoes, cars, clothes, yachts, boats
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak French with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems, I want a big chandelier in a mansion

Walkin' with a stick, grandpa
No love for a bitch, I love my grandma
Yeah, I'm so geeked I spill my Fanta
Beef with Khan then I'm shootin' like a camera
I want money, hoes
Step on stage, camera flash, boy, I hit my pose
Rock star shit, mosh pit, I'ma stage dive
Rude boy, I'm a rude boy, I won't say hi
Yeah, Lil Tracy, Khan, boy, we stay high
Bitches starin' when we slide by
Dancing like I scored the winning touchdown
Yeah, that bitch that used to play me, she wanna hug now
I want money, hoes
I got Gucci and some Fendi in my wardrobe (Gucci, Fendi, Gucci)
Yeah, I want big racks
I want a bitch bad, hit her from the front and the back

I want money, hoes, cars, clothes, yachts, boats
I want more

I'm working on dying