RACKS (feat. ROMY)

Uh, yeah, okay
Let's get it straight, cut the chase, we go straight to the basics
If you and I can multiply the streets, we'll do no paying
We just modernize society, why you hating?
Flakin', boy you a hater
Yo bitch love my fragrance, I swear she already naked
Not like the drink, fuck what you think
I got carrots by the sink
Every morning I wake up to the pressure
No stress cause I keep a handy tool, yeah, Beretta
Biggie Smalls got my coogie sweater
You think you gon' stay on top
Well, boy this ain't forever
And your girl is over here, you know I get her wetter
I'm better, just forget her, I'm gon' spread her
Why is she so bad she just look like Kylie Jenner
She just wanna do a couple tricks, I'ma let her
I think I'm in love or maybe she just want my cheddar
Go get her, I'ma go go get her
We better, over here, we better
I'm on the way, gotta get paid
I'm feeling great, can't stop my fate
Yeah, my racks keep growing, money on my mind
I'm like yuck
What the fuck?
Like a vacuum, she gon' suck
She gon' do a hundred tricks, baby, do a stunt
I'ma take her to the store and buy her what she want
She might want some Gucci yeah or maybe Saint Laurent
I'ma get some Goyard, take that lil' bitch to the front
Runnin' it, runnin' it, fuckin' it, fuckin' it
Clickin' it, clickin' it, runnin' it up, bitch, yeah
I got the bread, I'm in the whip, doing donuts, bitch, I am him
Heavy weights like I'm in the gym, I'm on a roll, yeah, bitch, you a pin
Off of the dome, I don't need a pen, I love my god, shorty amen
Bitch, I am rare, I am a gem