Mackned - 22 Lyrics

[Tracy & Mackned:]
I'm 22 sitting on 22's
My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue
My jewelry cold I might catch the flu
Too many hoes, which one do I choose?
[?] 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

[Tracy:]
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's so polite so I let her please me

[Mackned:]
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

[Tracy:]
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)

[Mackned:]
You can not afford, this ain't what you want
Goth boi 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

[Tracy & Mackned:]
I'm 22 sitting on 22's (sitting on 22's)
My bitch is yellow and my hundreds blue (yeah they blue, yeah)
My jewelry cold I might catch the flu
Too many hoes, which one do I choose
[?] 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