Racket

Open up my safe I never seen so many stacks
Counting up this pape I'm playing Jenga with the racks
At the roulette table and I bet it all on black
Came from out the Attic I aint never goin back
I don't got no stylist but I'm putting that shit on
My mirror need some tint cus I been wearing too much Chrome
Tell me that she love me but her name ain't in my phone
I ain't tryna get to know you girl I'm tryna get that dome
Feel like A$AP Bari cus I got it all Vlone
Yeah I did it all alone only God can say he helped
Run up so much money I put diamonds on my belt
Didn't have to cheat the game I played what I was dealt
Wearing this designer I don't know how it is spelt
Riding with a 10 I tell her she my Roosevelt

Open up my safe I never seen so many stacks
Counting up this pape I'm playing Jenga with the racks
At the roulette table and I bet it all on black
Came from out the Attic I aint never goin back
I don't got no stylist but I'm putting that shit on
My mirror need some tint cus I been wearing too much Chrome
Tell me that she love me but her name ain't in my phone
I ain't tryna get to know you girl I'm tryna get that dome
Feel like A$AP Bari cus I got it all Vlone
Yeah I did it all alone only God can say he helped
Run up so much money I put diamonds on my belt
Check got so damn big they making calls before they cash it
I don't love this money I think I just love to stack it
Got so many clothes I don't know how I'm finna pack it
Ride with this AR I hope that I don't have to rack it
Neighbors at the door talkin bout "What's with all that racket?"



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Writer(s): Mason Westbrook
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