Rackz
I want them fucking rackz
You know that
I want me some rackz ima get me some rackz
I gotta put Lotto League on the map
Smoking some gas to face with no gas mask
Getting a load ina trash bag
Smoke me a blunt then I ash it
They know that they fake i can't match em
She really like me cause I'm handsome
Yo bitches they feeling me
I'm moving like centipede
I get the rackz and I flip em
Then ask yo bitch what's for dinner
I stand tall like center
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm to the source fuck the middle
Im geeked when i play with them bands
She like when i play with them bands
My main chick she a dime
We both from the eastside
You owe me money I need mine
When them things touch they be flying
You not on the shit that I be in im still rocking gucci and vlone
Not talking money then be gone
I smoke a tree gone
When niggas go broke Im the one that they call
If he rat on you he want you to fall just
Like dominoes all of them rats man they gotta go.
I want the bread
I want the dough
You want the money to show off to hoes
I seen a nigga fold up like some clothes
That's why ion call these niggas my brudda
Money talk for me it do not stutter or mumble
I do not fumble the bag
Had fucked her once she was agg
You could have her back
Cause I want them rackz
Spent it all made it back
It's time to cop gimme that
I hustle hard just for them rackz
She gone do anything just for them rackz
I want me some rackz ima get me some rackz
I gotta put Lotto League on the map
Smoking some gas to the face with no gas mask
Getting a load ina trash bag
Smoke me a blunt and I ash it
They know that they fake I can't match em
She really like me cause im handsome
Yo bitches they feeling me.
Im moving like centipede
I get the rackz and i flip em
Then ask yo bitch what's for dinner
I stand tall like a center
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm geeked when i play with them bands
She like when I play with them bands
Big bucks keep counting til Im dead and gone
Broke bread with the team had to put em on
Dreadlock the whole head like Bob Marley
Ten toes down ion need an army
Fucking on yo bitch cause i know she want me
Yeah
Man my right itching
I know that money coming
You don't want no money you just fucking round
I'm bout to flip a ten piece right now
Now a days they gone do it for the likes
Spending all yo bread for the hype
I'm balling hard no Mike
I used to talk to bro on Skype
When he was in jail
We don't believe in the mail
Dripping in Burberry she like the way I smell
Wish em well but don't even believe in wells
Run the bag up don't trip like JaVale McGee
Bring the tree down and roll a leaf
I'm the nigga that they tryna be
Ain't no signing me cause I want a billion
You a lil nigga you still talking millions
Smoke a lot of blunts to forget my feelings
Flex on them niggas get em in they feelings
I want me some rackz ima get me some rackz
I gotta put Lotto League on the map
Smoking some gas to the face with no gas mask
Getting a load ina trash bag
Smoke me a blunt and I ash it
They know that they fake I can't match em
She really like me cause im handsome
Yo bitches they feeling me.
Im moving like centipede
I get the rackz and i flip em
Then ask yo bitch what's for dinner
I stand tall like a center
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm geeked when i play with them bands
She like when I play with them bands
You know that
I want me some rackz ima get me some rackz
I gotta put Lotto League on the map
Smoking some gas to face with no gas mask
Getting a load ina trash bag
Smoke me a blunt then I ash it
They know that they fake i can't match em
She really like me cause I'm handsome
Yo bitches they feeling me
I'm moving like centipede
I get the rackz and I flip em
Then ask yo bitch what's for dinner
I stand tall like center
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm to the source fuck the middle
Im geeked when i play with them bands
She like when i play with them bands
My main chick she a dime
We both from the eastside
You owe me money I need mine
When them things touch they be flying
You not on the shit that I be in im still rocking gucci and vlone
Not talking money then be gone
I smoke a tree gone
When niggas go broke Im the one that they call
If he rat on you he want you to fall just
Like dominoes all of them rats man they gotta go.
I want the bread
I want the dough
You want the money to show off to hoes
I seen a nigga fold up like some clothes
That's why ion call these niggas my brudda
Money talk for me it do not stutter or mumble
I do not fumble the bag
Had fucked her once she was agg
You could have her back
Cause I want them rackz
Spent it all made it back
It's time to cop gimme that
I hustle hard just for them rackz
She gone do anything just for them rackz
I want me some rackz ima get me some rackz
I gotta put Lotto League on the map
Smoking some gas to the face with no gas mask
Getting a load ina trash bag
Smoke me a blunt and I ash it
They know that they fake I can't match em
She really like me cause im handsome
Yo bitches they feeling me.
Im moving like centipede
I get the rackz and i flip em
Then ask yo bitch what's for dinner
I stand tall like a center
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm geeked when i play with them bands
She like when I play with them bands
Big bucks keep counting til Im dead and gone
Broke bread with the team had to put em on
Dreadlock the whole head like Bob Marley
Ten toes down ion need an army
Fucking on yo bitch cause i know she want me
Yeah
Man my right itching
I know that money coming
You don't want no money you just fucking round
I'm bout to flip a ten piece right now
Now a days they gone do it for the likes
Spending all yo bread for the hype
I'm balling hard no Mike
I used to talk to bro on Skype
When he was in jail
We don't believe in the mail
Dripping in Burberry she like the way I smell
Wish em well but don't even believe in wells
Run the bag up don't trip like JaVale McGee
Bring the tree down and roll a leaf
I'm the nigga that they tryna be
Ain't no signing me cause I want a billion
You a lil nigga you still talking millions
Smoke a lot of blunts to forget my feelings
Flex on them niggas get em in they feelings
I want me some rackz ima get me some rackz
I gotta put Lotto League on the map
Smoking some gas to the face with no gas mask
Getting a load ina trash bag
Smoke me a blunt and I ash it
They know that they fake I can't match em
She really like me cause im handsome
Yo bitches they feeling me.
Im moving like centipede
I get the rackz and i flip em
Then ask yo bitch what's for dinner
I stand tall like a center
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm to the source fuck the middle
I'm geeked when i play with them bands
She like when I play with them bands
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Writer(s): Tarik Robinson
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