Top Rack

Yeah
Imma spend a check
Cause I know I'll make it back
Excuse me I need that Gucci right there off the top rack
You can't get a pass I ain't cutting you no slack
When I step out I wear mix designer but I match
Imma spend a check cause my bank account got racks
I need me a chick that know how to cook and arch her back
I ain't talking cheese when I say I got a Mac
I don't need a seatbelt cause I'm always with a strap

I'm on the block let's go
I got a Glock let's go
Supreme bag full of money
Dead presidents dem zombies
Ion care about the economy
All my money need laundry
50 round mag in a tommy
50 round mag in a tommy
Let's go let's go let's go It ain't party until I show
She already told me what you said don't you act like you don't know
She below my Hermès belt that's a low blow
Choker chain choke my neck shirt unbutton so you see me flex
Slept with a keltec woke up this morning from a good night rest
Last chick I encountered say I'm a dawg I need a vet
Haters mad I'm balling like I just came from a rec
Burnouts in a foreign lose control and I might wreck
Ya know

Yeah
Imma spend a check
Cause I know I'll make it back
Excuse me I need that Gucci right there off the top rack
You can't get a pass I ain't cutting you no slack
When I step out I wear mix designer but I match
Imma spend a check cause my bank account got racks
I need me a chick that know how to cook and arch her back
I ain't talking cheese when I say I got a Mac
I don't need a seatbelt cause I'm always with a strap



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Jackson
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