Räcks Göt Më Wëak
Racks got me weak
Money the end of the week
I ain't even rich
But yall ladies still singing to me
She said I'm a freak
Morty ain't talking no Rick
They say I'm illuminati
The way be looking so bricked
Ice on my wrist sorry but I bought it from shein
Chain on my neck don't care like the way that it freeze
Nike on my feet don't care if still being mean
Coz I still got some hatters
They still don't want me to win
C63
Moving from lane to lane
I got ur Hoe but still ain't playing these games
Blood on my hands
Her lipstick stain on my face
Got some racks but I'm still looking for fame
Went from nike to Prada I switched a second
Wippin some chicken and bacon
Boy just now I ain't lacking
Got your girl in between just know I ain't spanking
We cooking erupting your mansion
My pockets be talking and spazzing
Your pockets be humming and
Racks got me weak
Money the end of the week
I ain't even rich
But yall ladies still singing to me
She said I'm a freak
Morty ain't talking no Rick
They say I'm illuminati
The way be looking so bricked
Ice on my wrist sorry but I bought it from shein
Chain on my neck don't care like the way that it freeze
Nike on my feet don't care if still being mean
Coz I got some hatters
They still don't want me to win
G63
Swerving from lane to lane
I got ur Hoe but still ain't playing these games
Blood on my hands
Her lipstick stain on my face
Got some racks but I'm still looking for fame
Money the end of the week
I ain't even rich
But yall ladies still singing to me
She said I'm a freak
Morty ain't talking no Rick
They say I'm illuminati
The way be looking so bricked
Ice on my wrist sorry but I bought it from shein
Chain on my neck don't care like the way that it freeze
Nike on my feet don't care if still being mean
Coz I still got some hatters
They still don't want me to win
C63
Moving from lane to lane
I got ur Hoe but still ain't playing these games
Blood on my hands
Her lipstick stain on my face
Got some racks but I'm still looking for fame
Went from nike to Prada I switched a second
Wippin some chicken and bacon
Boy just now I ain't lacking
Got your girl in between just know I ain't spanking
We cooking erupting your mansion
My pockets be talking and spazzing
Your pockets be humming and
Racks got me weak
Money the end of the week
I ain't even rich
But yall ladies still singing to me
She said I'm a freak
Morty ain't talking no Rick
They say I'm illuminati
The way be looking so bricked
Ice on my wrist sorry but I bought it from shein
Chain on my neck don't care like the way that it freeze
Nike on my feet don't care if still being mean
Coz I got some hatters
They still don't want me to win
G63
Swerving from lane to lane
I got ur Hoe but still ain't playing these games
Blood on my hands
Her lipstick stain on my face
Got some racks but I'm still looking for fame
Credits
Writer(s): Ayabonga Khumalo
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