Lyrics:
there, don't go there with us, nah (nah)
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands (my hands)
And we ain't come here for to lose,
I used to be broke hoe
But not no mo
Whoa
I want 10 racks a show
I was getting ten racks
Off bows
That FN came with a scope
That wraith just came
Grab those bargains off those racks
Who needs Bergdorf, who needs Saks
Gotta jump down, spin around,
Save a dollar eighty,
Gotta jump down, spin
Racks off a ratchet bitch, pimping with my pinky lit
Purse first, lane switch, ha, ha, hahahaha
Wavy, sip water, selling green to your daughter
J, You Blanked On This One
Uh (aye)
I get these bags in a row
I still got them racks off of coke (still got them racks)
I just made a rack off my
Knock ya fuckin back off
Knock ya top rack off
You just see jill on the hill
I nocked jack off bi this ain't nursery
This is brain surgery
Skee mask on ma
Well he'd been hearing too many voices and feelin'a little off-rack
Like there was something big pressing down on his back
So he called up his
poor and the baby was thin;
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment
poor and the baby was thin
'Twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.
The mother turned 'round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment
a walkin' crazy check
Raking racks off the floor
I ain't wifeing none of these niggas
Because I love money more
Again I pulled up in a Benz
With your
on the highway in the dirty moonlight
And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight
Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off
My kids in the back seat
Watch me stack and rack it up
Off of my chain, no Johnny Dang
She wanna bang, I wanna hang
Shout out my main, fuck out my lane
I look to my gang, shoot
purp' gettin' smoked
Put that on my broomstick
Cultivatin' all the racks off
These fuckin' 'shrooms, bitch
Metro Zu, we go to ATL you, know we boomin'
Put
knew hello and good bye
But not what goes in between
Yea and it's such a scene on Saturday night
Fifth avenue freaks strait off the racks
They swear you
'Cause these racks came from my crack house (yeah)
Dirty money like Diddy (Diddy)
Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 (five)
Now tell
Dope too pure this some raw dog
I make racks off of cut (racks)
Yea I might fuck, but can't raw dog
She make racks off ha butt (nasty)
Pick yo pocket
Velli at "Channely" yea that boy be dropping racks off
Your bitch wanna fuck me, told that bitch she need to back up
One hoe boring, told that bitch
I bought a Harvard sweatshirt off the Goodwill rack
Makes some people wonder if I'm smart like that
And that guitar layin' on the chair is worn out
call her a runt
She hang with the gang
Don’t know where she from
And if she can stay, it depend on her tongue
And I got a hundred racks off in the trunk
him and his dealer
Never goin' back
Switchin' my shit like Ron Artest (switch it up)
Rickity-rack-rack-racks
Throwin' off the Maybach
Match, Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax
Im Turned Up To The Maxx, Don't Even Know How To Relaaaax
I Drink So Much Damn Lean, Had To Wake Up On A Bean
Got Racks Off
percs missin
20 racks off scammin
Told ya'll all my pieces hittin
Got Toseina, in my cup
Burberry logos on my shirt
Designer jackets on but you know I
I'm turned up to the max
Don't even know how to relax
I drink so much damn lean
Had to wake up on a bean
Got racks off in my jeans
Man busting out
(cookin' up)
Don't fuck with it, that's your loss (your loss)
Big Backwood blow the face off (gas)
Money, make racks on a day off (racks)
Money, make
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