Rackz

Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yaah Yeah
Yea

I can't get enough
Diamonds in a rough
We gone fuck it up
And she like to fuck
Yeah we like to fuck
But I can't show no love
I cant handle love
They gone fuck it up
I'm gone count this guap
And I'm gone run it up

I got cash on me
Runnin to this money
I got these racks on me
Yea-ee-yeah Uh
And I drop a bag with ease
Duffle bag full of hunnids
I got big bags of these
I got these racks
On me
I got these
Racks on me
I got these racks
On me
I got these racks
On me

They know I'm the shit
I was countin' quick
I was making guap
I was hittin' licks
I was with the clique
She say I'm on the way
Honestly, I do not like the bitch
And she know it's real
She know that I don't tolerate the shit
Aye Yea But these Benjamins
Gone hold me down
Love had me blind
But now I'm found
No amazing grace
I made it out
If money ain't in the discussion
Then what we talkin 'bout
If we ain't talkin money then fuck it
Swear this money like blueberry muffins
Hit a lick, bitch you know that I'm bussin
Trust nobody, you know that I'm clutchin
Making big money all of a sudden
I came up from the dirt, it was muddy
I just can't get enough of the money
Yea

I can't get enough
Diamonds in a rough
We gone fuck it up
And she like to fuck
Yeah we like to fuck
But I can't show no love
I cant handle love
They gone fuck it up
I'm gone count this guap
And I'm gone run it up

I got cash on me
Runnin to this money
I got these racks on me
Yea-ee-yeah Uh
And I drop a bag with ease
Duffle bag full of hunnids
I got big bags of these
I got these racks
On me
I got these
Racks on me
I got these racks
On me
I got these racks
On me

I don't fear no man
I got bigger plans
I don't understand
She gone bring a friend
Kick back like Jackie Chan
I'm in full effect
Honestly, Y'all wouldn't stand a chance
Just like Candyman
I just wanna hook up with her friend
Yea
Racks on me
Yea
I know they like it, Aye
OG Kush smokin'
Got her higher than a pilot, Aye
She hotter than the Devil
She gone fight fire with fire, Aye
All I know is Benjamin
And Hamilton
And Jefferson
Yeah
I'm so clever, huh
Imma big star, I'm the better Sun
Back then I was goin' through depression
Now I'm makin' money
I ain't feelin' no pressure
9mm on my waist
Nigga test it
Fuck nigga still ain't learn they lesson
They hatin' on me
I'm still runnin' up a check

I can't get enough
Diamonds in a rough
We gone fuck it up
And she like to fuck
Yeah we like to fuck
But I can't show no love
I cant handle love
They gone fuck it up
I'm gone count this guap
And I'm gone run it up

I got cash on me
Runnin to this money
I got these racks on me
Yea-ee-yeah Uh
And I drop a bag with ease
Duffle bag full of hunnids
I got big bags of these
I got these racks
On me
I got these
Racks on me
I got these racks
On me
I got these racks
On me
Yeah Uh



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Writer(s): David Tyrone Jackson
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