Juice WRLD
Globe Trotter (GT1)
Money on the way, money on the way
Money on the way, way
Yee, money on the way (yea lil bitch uhuh, uh)
Got my racks up (racks), that's a fact, yuh
I spend the dollars (cash, yuh), make 'em mad
I'm your father (dad), I'm your dad
Uh, big ass chopper (grah, grah grah grah)
Spent two thou on these joggers (rich)
Got another 20k in my joggers, yeah (rich, rich)
He don't want real smoke, he's a blogger yeah (bitch)
But me, I ball like a globe trotter, yeah (uhuh, uhuh)
Money in the way
Bitches in the way
Drugs heal the pain
Guns make 'em run
My songs make 'em sing
Bullet to the face
Mask on my face
I ain't catchin' a case
Cash in the safe, fuck a bank
Bitch, I'm the bank
Passin' a race, in my wraith
Double up again
Keep it on me, let it blow-oh-oh, oh yeah
Passin' a race, in my wraith
Keep it on me, let it blow-oh-oh, oh yeah