Dorreace Da Loon - Funds

Walk round with big racks on me, yeah the ones that don't fold
I got plenty bitches baby, but you call them hoes
I might take her out that stripper life, and hit her with that pole
I could never change, and i'm gone put that on my soul... Yeah

Wrist on froze
Ice all on me cold

Oh this your hoe
He won't never know

Dress like a don... Yeah
Comme des garcons... Yeah

Just spent your fund... Yeah
Spend that shit for fun... Yeah

I done got my check right
Young Reace be the best like
I done gave her that act right
Now she fiend for sex
Keep thinking of last night
Feel this in your chest like
I done got my sack right... Yeah
They can't stand me
Nigga i'm a bandit
Come kidnap your daughter
She get slaughter
Let us have our way, pass her straight to my partner
What you say
Come say it to my face, yea thought we had a problem
I threw snakes all on my collar
That hoe still couldn't get a dollar... Yeah

Counting up this cash
Bitch I'm in my bag... Yeah
Might just cop that jag
Say fuck it, do the dash... Yeah
Nigga steady chasing these nats
I'm just chasing these racks... Yeah
Counting up a check until my thumbs start hurt
Last time that pistol jammed, But bet you this choppa work
I took a lost, you took a lost, So now it got to hurt
Had to do him wrong
I hate to do him bad... Yeah
In love with blue hundreds
All I want was this cash... Yeah

Walk round with big racks on me, yeah the ones that don't fold
I got plenty bitches baby, but you call them hoes
I might take her out that stripper life, and hit her with that pole
I could never change, and i'm gone put that on my soul... Yeah

Wrist on froze
Ice all on me cold

Oh this your hoe
He won't never know

Dress like a don... Yeah
Comme des garcons... Yeah

Just spent your fund... Yeah
Spend that shit for fun... Yeah

Written by:
Kennya Tremble II

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