RACKS!
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
I gotta get these racks in I gotta get my bag in
He talk, he get blasted Yo, he talk, he get blasted
Man, that shit so tragic I wonder where your dad went
Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of money Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of stacks
Spend a check and I make it right back Pop a perc and it make me relax
Woah, I gotta go She shaking her ass, she drop to the floor
I got me some bands, but I need some more This song is a bop, this shit gonna blow
Yeah, shawty by my side Shawty gonna ride
Baby, come inside Wait, give me a minute
I pop a perc and it make me replenish Haters be hating, they gonna end up missing
You still in the trap and you still doing dishes
Like damn Baby girl, do you really fuck with me
They say keeping you is impossible then how the hell you still with me
You get me through the struggle Baby girl, I'm still tryna cuddle
Even through hard times Even when we go through rebuttals
Yeah, I gotta get these racks in I gotta get my bag in
He talk, he get blasted Yo, he talk, he get blasted
Man, that shit so tragic I wonder where your dad went
Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of money Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of stacks
Spend that check and I make it right back Pop a perc and it made me relax
Woah, I gotta go She shaking her ass, she drop to the floor
I got me some bands, but I need some more This song is a bop, this shit gonna blow
Yeah, yeah, woah, woah Yeah, yeah, woah, woah
I gotta get these racks in I gotta get my bag in
He talk, he get blasted Yo, he talk, he get blasted
Man, that shit so tragic I wonder where your dad went
Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of money Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of stacks
Spend a check and I make it right back Pop a perc and it make me relax
Woah, I gotta go She shaking her ass, she drop to the floor
I got me some bands, but I need some more This song is a bop, this shit gonna blow
Yeah, shawty by my side Shawty gonna ride
Baby, come inside Wait, give me a minute
I pop a perc and it make me replenish Haters be hating, they gonna end up missing
You still in the trap and you still doing dishes
Like damn Baby girl, do you really fuck with me
They say keeping you is impossible then how the hell you still with me
You get me through the struggle Baby girl, I'm still tryna cuddle
Even through hard times Even when we go through rebuttals
Yeah, I gotta get these racks in I gotta get my bag in
He talk, he get blasted Yo, he talk, he get blasted
Man, that shit so tragic I wonder where your dad went
Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of money Tell that bitch I got a whole lot of stacks
Spend that check and I make it right back Pop a perc and it made me relax
Woah, I gotta go She shaking her ass, she drop to the floor
I got me some bands, but I need some more This song is a bop, this shit gonna blow
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Writer(s): Marvin Baptiste
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