Look Ma I Did It Paroles

I’m loaded, Baby Racks
Loaded
(Honcho on the beat)
Go
You trippin’, do it to ’em
They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it
It’s Gucci
They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it
They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Yeah)
Go (Go)

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (Yeah)
They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama)
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out (Nah)
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha)
I don’t know what that’s ’bout
I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they comin’ in, comin’ out (Yeah)
We used to go in on three-fives, I can go snatch my own P now (Woah)
Your bitch get snatched like a rebound
Don’t got no time for no handouts, I’m the one you shouldn’t play ’round
I been a boss, this ain’t overnight (Yeah)
High as a Delta flight, hundreds be older than Betty White
Diamonds be shinin’ like city lights, playin’ with sticks like it’s Fisher-Price
This shit get scary like poltergeist
Baby Racks, yeah, that’s my copyright, pockets be fat, but my skinnies tight
Say he want smoke, then it’s on sight, we just gon’ pop up with no invite
Yeah, boy, you real funny like Peter
Got stripes like Adidas, these niggas be singin’ like Keisha
I need me a bitch just like Gina
I’m selfish as fuck, I keep buyin’ two-seaters (Skrrt)
I’ma just fuck on her, you can still keep her
I’m just sellin’ dope like it’s legal, might just go get a white beamer
Havin’ more spots than a cheetah, drop a deuce, that’s that Regeta

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen
They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Yeah)
I don’t know what that’s ’bout (Nah)
I keep them bands in a drought, they comin’ in, comin’ out (Huh?)

I’m so rich, can’t call me tickets, I pay up
I used to trap out a room with the kayla (Skrrt)
All in Las Vegas, way high to the haters (Ha)
My office is tailored, big tippin’ the waiter (Wow)
I’m comin’ trim, like it come with the Trina
Out on the yacht with no shoes, rockin’ Lennon (Yeah)
Industry niggas be actin’ like bitches
Too feminine, I’d rather collab with women
When I got on, I put folks in position
I had a vision, started leadin’ the kitchen
My hustle relentless, the purest intentions
Woke up in some valley with no pickin’ fences (Damn)
I can not stop ’til I run up a billion
I’m tryna stack these Ms up to the ceilin’ (Damn)
I’m at the top, but I come from the trenches
Big Mama look down, be like, “Gucci, you did it” (Mama)

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen
They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout
I don’t know what that’s ’bout (Nah)
I keep them bands in a drought, they comin’ in, comin’ out (Bands)

My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn’t nothin’
So I’ma just marry the money
Me and Ben Franklin got somethin’ in common
I might propose with a bag full of hundreds (Brr)
Say he got Ps, well, I need me a dozen
I might just go put ’em all in the oven
Watch how them racks come back, lookin’ so lovely
Money the only topic in discussions (Money)
You know all my bitches exquisite (Bags)
I’m tryna go get it, might just take your bitch to Spondivits (Yes)
My pockets be looking like spinach (Yeah)
All of my cars, they be tinted, so you can not see who in it (Nah)
They tryna fuck up my image, bitch, I’m Pablo in the city (Yeah)
I might just come with a fifty
I cannot stop ’til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin’
I made twenty thousand just sittin’ in the kitchen (Yeah)
They said I couldn’t do it, but look, ma, I did it (Mama)
My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)
These niggas had counted me out (Nah)
Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (Ha)
I don’t know what that’s ’bout
I keep them bands in a drought (Bands), they comin’ in, comin’ out (Yeah)