Rackends

Lemme start off by saying
Young Tre I aint playin
Go super saiyan
Ns fakin im like wayment
Get my homie leave em there on the pavement
Na drop the location
I'll pullup there in a minute
People love to talk shit
Then in person be like I aint meant it
Be like I aint mean it
Ns sweet but im hypoglycemic
Do it for your own meaning
They gon hate either way for no reason
Throwing salt just to season
Like my ex girl im finna leave em
They gonna hate you just for breathing
So a nigga gotta jump off the deep end

I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
Rackends on Rackends on Rackends
Everyday get to stackin
I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
Young nigga never be lackin
Everyday we get to stackin

I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
Young na never be lackin
Everyday we get to stackin

Everyday get to stackin
Everyday make it happen
Makin money moves in my sleep
Im gettin checks while im nappin
Recently a na snappin
I done found my inner beast
I done let go of the leash
Now a na finna eat
Now a na finna feast
Pullup w the mask on he aint even know it was me
Go off on the track boy now I think I need another beat
Now I think its time for you to pay
Make a couple 0s in a day
Making moves like real estate

I spend that money upfront
Then I make it off the backend
Rackends on Rackends on Rackends
Everyday get to stackin
I spend that money upfront
Then I make it off the backend
Young na never be lackin
Everyday we get to stackin

I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
I spend that money upfront
Then I make it on the backend
Young na never be lackin
Everyday we get to stackin



Credits
Writer(s): Trevon Rascoe
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