Vices by Teri Meri Kahani Lyrics
[Chorus: Khan and Tracy]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak french with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems
I want a big chandelier in a mansion
[Verse 1: Khan]
My ice is shining, how'd I get so icy?
These niggas hate me cause their girlfriend like me
Step on stage and then the crowd start citing
And when they writing they be tryna sound like us
Got a hundred hoes, shakin' ass, takin' off they clothes
Got me throwing cash
Spendin' lots of dough
I can spend it fast
Since I can get some mo'
Foreign smoking on that vacuum sealed shit
All these fuck niggas is that shit I can't deal with
Only hanging with my niggas I was in the field with
I was in the streets while yo ass was on field trips
For real, bitch
[Chorus: Khan and Tracy]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak french with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems
I want a big chandelier in a mansion
[Verse 2: Tracy]
Ayy, walking wit' the stick, grandpa
No love for a bitch, I love my grandma
I'm so geeked I spilt my fanta
Beef with Khan and I'm shootin' like a camera
I want money, hoes
Step on stage, camera flash, boy, I hit my pose
Rockstar shit, moshpit, I'ma stage dive
Rude boy, I'm a rude boy, I won't say hi
Lil Tracy, Khan, boy we stay high
Bitches starin' when we slide by
Dancin' like I scored a winning touchdown
And that bitch used to play me she want a hug now
I want money, hoes
I got Gucci and some Fendi in my wardrobe
I want big racks
I want a bitch bad
Hit from the front and the back
[Outro: Khan]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak french with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems
I want a big chandelier in a mansion
[Verse 1: Khan]
My ice is shining, how'd I get so icy?
These niggas hate me cause their girlfriend like me
Step on stage and then the crowd start citing
And when they writing they be tryna sound like us
Got a hundred hoes, shakin' ass, takin' off they clothes
Got me throwing cash
Spendin' lots of dough
I can spend it fast
Since I can get some mo'
Foreign smoking on that vacuum sealed shit
All these fuck niggas is that shit I can't deal with
Only hanging with my niggas I was in the field with
I was in the streets while yo ass was on field trips
For real, bitch
[Chorus: Khan and Tracy]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak french with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems
I want a big chandelier in a mansion
[Verse 2: Tracy]
Ayy, walking wit' the stick, grandpa
No love for a bitch, I love my grandma
I'm so geeked I spilt my fanta
Beef with Khan and I'm shootin' like a camera
I want money, hoes
Step on stage, camera flash, boy, I hit my pose
Rockstar shit, moshpit, I'ma stage dive
Rude boy, I'm a rude boy, I won't say hi
Lil Tracy, Khan, boy we stay high
Bitches starin' when we slide by
Dancin' like I scored a winning touchdown
And that bitch used to play me she want a hug now
I want money, hoes
I got Gucci and some Fendi in my wardrobe
I want big racks
I want a bitch bad
Hit from the front and the back
[Outro: Khan]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more