Racks
Comeback kid Derrick Rose
Thread the needle like I'm stitching clothes
Switch positions like a pick and roll
You couldn't handle if we switched the roles
Apply the pressure I'm in Kobe mode
Use the force
This that Obi-Won Kenobi flow
Hit my phone better show the gold
Bring the vibes all the shows is dope
Hit promoters tell em open doors
Hit the stage and cut the check
Then we hit road
Shit is fantastic
Making it work
While you slow as molasses
Resemble gymnastics
The way that young Scoty
Been making the bags flip
On gotta get cash quick
Money ain't everything
Still gotta have it
My team never lacking
We put in the work
While they sleep on the mattress
We just steady working
Tryna make a couple racks aye
Once we get them dollars
Then will give a couple back
Let it breathe know I had to put the beast down
We done came a long way from a freestyle
See them hating sideways stuck in denial
Mindset crystal clear got it freezed out
I gotta stack up racks
I cannot give none back
Young lady all on my cash
And she got rack
I found a brand new stash
Looking like it fell in my lap
Never lose track
Cept' for the dile on the dash
All up in my lane
I'm like a flash
And they can't catch
Finna stack the money to max
All the money come and go
Like a sweepstakes
Stack a mean plate
Treat yo baby to a cheap date
Andale
Pump fake you and up and under me
Money be the remedy and recipe
So let em eat
Medicine
Ever see a mill feel like ketamine
Known to turn a lady to freak
And make her hit her knees
You gone let her live the high life
She gone do her thing
Do it for the team
My reality a fuckin' dream
I gotta stack up racks
I gotta stack up racks
I gotta bitty on smash
Got lil bitch in my stash
I gotta stack up racks
I gotta count my cash
We just steady working
Tryna make a couple racks aye
Once we get them dollars
Then will give a couple back
And you can never have my bag now
Yeah a na had to bring the cash out
More money more problem never stress out
Big body how a na had to flex out
And she really wanna text now
Yeah when I ain't have it she was not around
Now the gluttony is really tryna hold me down
You can fuckin' bring it all I want it by the pound
Thread the needle like I'm stitching clothes
Switch positions like a pick and roll
You couldn't handle if we switched the roles
Apply the pressure I'm in Kobe mode
Use the force
This that Obi-Won Kenobi flow
Hit my phone better show the gold
Bring the vibes all the shows is dope
Hit promoters tell em open doors
Hit the stage and cut the check
Then we hit road
Shit is fantastic
Making it work
While you slow as molasses
Resemble gymnastics
The way that young Scoty
Been making the bags flip
On gotta get cash quick
Money ain't everything
Still gotta have it
My team never lacking
We put in the work
While they sleep on the mattress
We just steady working
Tryna make a couple racks aye
Once we get them dollars
Then will give a couple back
Let it breathe know I had to put the beast down
We done came a long way from a freestyle
See them hating sideways stuck in denial
Mindset crystal clear got it freezed out
I gotta stack up racks
I cannot give none back
Young lady all on my cash
And she got rack
I found a brand new stash
Looking like it fell in my lap
Never lose track
Cept' for the dile on the dash
All up in my lane
I'm like a flash
And they can't catch
Finna stack the money to max
All the money come and go
Like a sweepstakes
Stack a mean plate
Treat yo baby to a cheap date
Andale
Pump fake you and up and under me
Money be the remedy and recipe
So let em eat
Medicine
Ever see a mill feel like ketamine
Known to turn a lady to freak
And make her hit her knees
You gone let her live the high life
She gone do her thing
Do it for the team
My reality a fuckin' dream
I gotta stack up racks
I gotta stack up racks
I gotta bitty on smash
Got lil bitch in my stash
I gotta stack up racks
I gotta count my cash
We just steady working
Tryna make a couple racks aye
Once we get them dollars
Then will give a couple back
And you can never have my bag now
Yeah a na had to bring the cash out
More money more problem never stress out
Big body how a na had to flex out
And she really wanna text now
Yeah when I ain't have it she was not around
Now the gluttony is really tryna hold me down
You can fuckin' bring it all I want it by the pound
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Galbraith
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