Letra de ' 22 (feat. Mackned) ' de Lil Tracy

I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (sitting on 22's)
My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (and they blue, yuh)
My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu)
Too many hoes, which one do I choose?
Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's
Mackned, tracy, had to do what we had to do
Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through
I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof

Yeah, yeah
These bitches is thirsty, I look like fiji
She in my bed, she not even sleepy
I eat good, man, I'm so greedy
She so polite so I let her please me

I am on my toes, I know the bitch need me
I carry the strap so naturally, it's like I'm breathing
I take baby steps with you, feel like a pediatrician
You would trade your family for some recognition

I spend racks, man, I love to splurge (racks, racks)
Used to be broke but I put in work
I spent your rent on a t-shirt (on a t-shirt)
She is a flirt, pulling down her skirt (yeah, yeah)

You can not afford, this ain't what you want
Goth boy in Givenchy, tracy in saint laurent
Used to buy each other meals, now we get racks now
I remember scoring ten, feel like a touchdown

I'm twenty-two, sitting on 22's (sitting on 22's)
My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (and they blue, yuh)
My jewelry cold, I might catch the flu (I might catch the flu)
Too many hoes, which one do I choose?
Four nickels and ninas, we don't do 22's
Mackned, tracy, had to do what we had to do
Money like a hungry guy, yeah, it's coming through
I spy a bad bitch but I lost the roof