Rack It Up
Ayee, its Prince Oli, Yeah
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up, Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up, Rack it up Rack it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up
Rack it up Rack it up
Back it up back it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Rack it up Rack it up
I can see that ass and wanna pounce it
I can be the man but will not spouse it
I'm caught up I'm sorry
But I'm really not sorry, Felling kinda Stary you caught up on Maury
But I'm not Maury, tryna cop a Rari
A drop top Rari, but I gotta change if I want things
Gotta rack it up so I'm not stuck at the bottom of my luck
Get out my way like a speeding truck
My head up high like a trapeze yeah
And the hoes outside, but I can't feed ya
I cannot stop I'm on E yeah
Grinding outta my mind, and I'm out of time
So y'all can't have mine
And I'm just fine even with no brakes
So I'm swerving lanes but I can't complain
I'm racking it up and get the money up and get the songs up
And the only thing down
When I break a chick down when she down to fuck
But aside from that yeah everything is up
Not making shit up please wish me luck
I'ma make these bucks get out the hood for good
You fucking should I would if I were you
I'm living Lavish it's not magic just good habits and you know
I'm savage on the mattress we can practice if you want
Don't slow me down, I'll honk the horn,
Don't tie me down I'll surely frown, I'll surely frown yeah
I tell all my hoes, Be Wise, Get cha Money
Do your thang, Do your passion, get that paper
Get it now, don't get it later
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up
Rack it up Rack it up
Back it up back it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Rack it up Rack it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up
Rack it up Rack it up
Back it up back it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Rack it up Rack it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up, Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up, Rack it up Rack it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up
Rack it up Rack it up
Back it up back it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Rack it up Rack it up
I can see that ass and wanna pounce it
I can be the man but will not spouse it
I'm caught up I'm sorry
But I'm really not sorry, Felling kinda Stary you caught up on Maury
But I'm not Maury, tryna cop a Rari
A drop top Rari, but I gotta change if I want things
Gotta rack it up so I'm not stuck at the bottom of my luck
Get out my way like a speeding truck
My head up high like a trapeze yeah
And the hoes outside, but I can't feed ya
I cannot stop I'm on E yeah
Grinding outta my mind, and I'm out of time
So y'all can't have mine
And I'm just fine even with no brakes
So I'm swerving lanes but I can't complain
I'm racking it up and get the money up and get the songs up
And the only thing down
When I break a chick down when she down to fuck
But aside from that yeah everything is up
Not making shit up please wish me luck
I'ma make these bucks get out the hood for good
You fucking should I would if I were you
I'm living Lavish it's not magic just good habits and you know
I'm savage on the mattress we can practice if you want
Don't slow me down, I'll honk the horn,
Don't tie me down I'll surely frown, I'll surely frown yeah
I tell all my hoes, Be Wise, Get cha Money
Do your thang, Do your passion, get that paper
Get it now, don't get it later
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up
Rack it up Rack it up
Back it up back it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Rack it up Rack it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Back it up back it up
Rack it up Rack it up
Back it up back it up
I tell all my Hoes, Rack it up
Break it down, bag it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Fuck it up fuck it up
Rack it up Rack it up
Credits
Writer(s): Savan Harish Kotecha, Ilya Salmanzadeh
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