[Intro]
Man you know I got racks nigga, yeah I get to the racks nigga
Yeah you know I’ma bag addict man I gotta get racks nigga
Man I’m totin’ a bag at it, while I’m getting these racks nigga
(Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Man I’m getting these racks nigga
Yeah I’m getting these racks nigga(Racks, racks)
Yeah I’m countin’ these racks sittin’ on my ass nigga
Yeah they used to be quiet, nigga he a bag getter
Got me a bag and I just put my hand in it
All of this smoke in my lungs I might damage ’em
I don’t give no fuck boy I ain’t no amateur
Model bitch and she look good with no lashes
Bitch I’m masked up, yeah this shit is Raf Simmons
Bitch I really give no fuck ’bout bad image
Yeah ’cause I got me a fuckin’ bad image
I love touchin’ money more than bad bitches
I love touchin’ money more than fashion
But I love myself, poured up some muddy
‘Cause I can’t talk to you niggas when it’s not sunny
When I’m with the gang everything funny
‘Cause we wrappin’ the wood in the paper like a mummy dummy
Disrespect I could throw a rack in your face
Give a fuck ’bout a past, seein’ better days
Bitch I’m cheifin’ this gas to the fuckin’ face
Yeah my lungs got a title, like heavyweight
Remember me and gang eatin’ off paper plates
Now we sittin’ on racks makin’ paper plays
Yeah we countin’ up racks nigga
Yeah we countin’ up racks nigga
Watch it levitate
[Bridge]
Dye my hair dark blue like an anime
You could put real trapper on my resume
In the past I was broken then I met the gang
Now a young nigga seein’ money everyday
Gettin’ them racks nigga, yeah I’m gettin’ them racks nigga
(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Yeah I’m coutin’ up racks nigga
Yeah, uh[Verse 2]
Yeah I’m getting these racks nigga
Yeah I’m getting these racks nigga
Yeah I’m countin’ these racks sittin’ on my ass nigga
Man this shit funny ’cause I was a class ditcher
Now I go in every time like it’s off of the glass nigga
Man I see the numbers like the Matrix
Bitch I’m countin’ up cake smokin’ cake bitch
Money Minute-Maid like I sip lemonade
While my feet kickin’ up in them Asics
Anti-social on a daily basis
I can’t fuck with you niggas, you fake shit
Get straight to them racks, yeah I ain’t ‘gon pay shit
Bitch I’ma split, like Tabi-toes in Maison’s
Yeah it feel safe when I ain’t thumbin’ through them hundreds
Yeah my heart cold like the winter
But I’ma hot nigga like the fuckin’ summer when I’m touchin’ all them fuckin’ digits
Bitch I’m drippin’ Ksubi black denim
And that bitch fell in love with my bad image
And I don’t give a fuck ’bout a bad image
[Outro]
Gotta get to them racks nigga
Gotta get to them racks nigga
Gotta get to them racks nigga
Racks nigga, gotta get to them racks nigga
Gotta get to them racks nigga