Lyrics Jim Jones – 60 Rackz

You Know….
It’s All About That Paper,
Niggas Ain’t vampin Right… (Huuuuh)
Lets Take It To The Streets….

I’m All About That Motherfucking Paper Ho (Uhhh Huhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhhh Huhh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huhh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Pull Up In That Motherfucking Phantom Ghost (Uhhh Huhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Niggas Getting Dough (Uhhh Huhh)
(To All My Niggaz Gettin’ Dough You Know Whatz Up)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huhh)
(Rackz On Rackz)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)

I Got My Top Back When I Lean, Got That In My Jeans
Can’t Believe I put 60 Rackz In The Pocket Of My Jeans
Now That Glock Back In My Dreams, Make That Chop, Chopper Gona Scream
Violating Will Catch Him Sleeping And Pop, Pop At Your Dreams
Drop Black When I Cop That, You Only Got That In Your Dreams
She Suck My Dick And Then Swallow It, Put The Cock Back In My Jeans (Nasty)
Blown Nose, Up In Room 7 Getting Top Back On That Beam
Fred The Watch And Look Like It Is Just Got Back From Irene (Ahhh)
Cops Trackin My Team Got That Glock Strapped In My Spleen (Bang)
Rolling Dice And We Had To Stop Cause Them Cops Back On The Scene

I’m All About That Motherfucking Paper Ho (Uhhh Huuhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Pull Up In That Motherfucking Phantom Ghost (Uhhh Huuhh)
This One Goes Out To All My Niggas Getting Dough (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhhh Huuhh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)

I Say A Prayer And I’m On My Way
Diamond’s Clear Like A Good Day
I Was Thinking Bout Miami, Took That Lear Out To L.A (West Side)
I Don’t Wear Marcella’s All I Need’s A Fresh Pair Jays (Crispy)
Talk About Them Champions, Number 6 Nike Air Suede
Ain’t Nothing Changed But The Tail Number
Million Dollar Bail Jumpers (Hahhh)
Drop Top And We Packing Heat
Cause Them Niggas Know We Kill Summers (Bang Bang)
Jose` Be Stunting, Diamonds Look Like They Jumpin (Right)
Grand Slamming These Hoes
Man These Niggas Out Here They Just Frontin’
My Pockets Hold About 60, If I Rock Em’ Know That They Crispy (Mean)
Talking Dirty In Back The Club And we Both Left The Spot Pissy (Rozay)
My Boyz Is All Trilly (Nigga)
I’m A Fly Boy, My Billy’s, And My Protocol
Yall Know I Ball, Cause I Buy Toys All Silly (Nigga)

I’m All About That Motherfucking Paper Ho (Uhh Huh)
This One Goes Out To All My Money Making Hoes (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)
I Pull Up In That Motherfucking Phantom Ghost (Uhh Huh)
This One Goes Out To All My Niggas Getting Dough (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz In My Pocket, 60 Rackz In My Jeans (Uhh Huh)
60 Rackz Is My Profit Top Back When I Lean (Yes Sir)