[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit
Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit
VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit

[Verse 1: OJ Da Juiceman]
[?] it's a million dollar crook
Off the hook, pockets looking like some books
Damb I'm cold, [?] like Captain Hook
When I pull up to the club, I make everybody look
Stop look and listen, make them pay attention
Designer shoe walking, you can judge my pimpin
[?] I was in [?]
Gucci Mane Shawty, [?]
Belt made of [?], million made instantly
Most of these rap n***as got some sensisitivity
Big [?] chains, statue of Liberty
Young Juiceman, bitch you should stop and look at me

[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit
Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit
VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
[Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman]
Bands on dеck, racks [?]
East Atlanta working, made it from the deck
32 [?] thе inside of the crib
Hundred bands, shawty [?] that shit [?]
Working with a [?], [?]
Wanted 36, Imma make about 40
Robin jeans saggin, cause the gwop got them falling
Blowin on that gass, same color as [?]
Got them staring hard, like I'm the main target
Add two guns, [?]
Rubber band shawty, club favorite [?]
[?]

[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit
Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit
VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit

[Verse 3: Tank]
When they call you Tank, Fresh the motherfucking man
[?] na bitch, these [?]
Hoes see the AP on the wrist, they staring [?]
[?] now the feds wanna aprohend
In [?] and you know I make it twerk
[?] hella fresh, got that 5 dollar work
5 for the 5, for them n***as go berserk
Really [?] cause I'm up [?]
[?] in the 6 I was spazzin
[?] 5 grams
I'm a real hustler, [?]
[?] like a muffler
I know you see me running p a check, bitch I like to flex
Everytime I swag past, your bitch, you know she break her neck
[?] tryna hit me with the [?] I ain't break a sweat
Told [?] I payed the bill [?]
[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
All these racks up in my pocket, bitch look at this shit
Clear diamonds in my ear, bitch look at this shit
VVS's on my neck, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
Man I'm walking with a sack, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit
All about a damb bag, bitch look at this shit
Look at this shit, bitch look at this shit