Doing all that woofin bitch you broke
Its bouta get cold outside I go put dolce on my coat
You had ya moment then you choked
F*ck Nigga he goin out sad you loving that bitch
I love her throat
These drugs I cope
I pop out giving them hope
You f*cking with lil ass girls
These Niggas be moving just like the pope
Deep dive I stroke
She give it up right and then
Told God take way the sin
Gun Wunn do for some wins
Man who that Nigga bitch I been
All ona media having a bag that boy pretend
I'm Mr. Racks they coming in
Might blow a lil check I make it back do it again
Said is you riding til the end
But f*ck that wont give you no ring just come and bend
I got some demons ready to spin
I got some dawgys ready to get let up out that pen
She want a massage whatever
These Niggas they dodge whatever
Late night homicide whenever
Get up and get some cheddar
Young finesser
Tell em catch up
I jus do it better
Hit yo bitch she a need a checkup
I just get her wetter
Fresh as hell Ice fill my neck up
Ima young go getter
In that trench I was outside
I never had no sitter
Moneysign he drop a dime
Might be the realest Nigga
Doing all that woofin bitch you broke
Its bouta get cold outside I go put dolce on my coat
You had ya moment then you choked
F*ck Nigga he goin out sad you loving that bitch
I love her throat
These drugs I cope
I pop out giving them hope
You f*cking with lil ass girls
These Niggas be moving just like the pope
Deep dive I stroke
She give it up right and then
Told God take way the sin
Gun Wunn do for some wins
Man who that Nigga bitch I been
All ona media having a bag that boy pretend
I'm Mr. Racks they coming in
Might blow a lil check I make it back do it again
Moneysignaj - MR. RACKS Lyrics
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Doing all that woofin bitch you broke
Its bouta get cold outside I go put dolce on my coat
You had ya moment then you choked
F*ck Nigga he goin out sad you loving that bitch
I love her throat
These drugs I cope
I pop out giving them hope
You f*cking with lil ass girls
These Niggas be moving just like the pope
Deep dive I stroke
She give it up right and then
Told God take way the sin
Gun Wunn do for some wins
Man who that Nigga bitch I been
All ona media having a bag that boy pretend
I'm Mr. Racks they coming in
Might blow a lil check I make it back do it again
Said is you riding til the end
But f*ck that wont give you no ring just come and bend
I got some demons ready to spin
I got some dawgys ready to get let up out that pen
She want a massage whatever
These Niggas they dodge whatever
Late night homicide whenever
Get up and get some cheddar
Young finesser
Tell em catch up
I jus do it better
Hit yo bitch she a need a checkup
I just get her wetter
Fresh as hell Ice fill my neck up
Ima young go getter
In that trench I was outside
I never had no sitter
Moneysign he drop a dime
Might be the realest Nigga
Doing all that woofin bitch you broke
Its bouta get cold outside I go put dolce on my coat
You had ya moment then you choked
F*ck Nigga he goin out sad you loving that bitch
I love her throat
These drugs I cope
I pop out giving them hope
You f*cking with lil ass girls
These Niggas be moving just like the pope
Deep dive I stroke
She give it up right and then
Told God take way the sin
Gun Wunn do for some wins
Man who that Nigga bitch I been
All ona media having a bag that boy pretend
I'm Mr. Racks they coming in
Might blow a lil check I make it back do it again
Its bouta get cold outside I go put dolce on my coat
You had ya moment then you choked
F*ck Nigga he goin out sad you loving that bitch
I love her throat
These drugs I cope
I pop out giving them hope
You f*cking with lil ass girls
These Niggas be moving just like the pope
Deep dive I stroke
She give it up right and then
Told God take way the sin
Gun Wunn do for some wins
Man who that Nigga bitch I been
All ona media having a bag that boy pretend
I'm Mr. Racks they coming in
Might blow a lil check I make it back do it again
Said is you riding til the end
But f*ck that wont give you no ring just come and bend
I got some demons ready to spin
I got some dawgys ready to get let up out that pen
She want a massage whatever
These Niggas they dodge whatever
Late night homicide whenever
Get up and get some cheddar
Young finesser
Tell em catch up
I jus do it better
Hit yo bitch she a need a checkup
I just get her wetter
Fresh as hell Ice fill my neck up
Ima young go getter
In that trench I was outside
I never had no sitter
Moneysign he drop a dime
Might be the realest Nigga
Doing all that woofin bitch you broke
Its bouta get cold outside I go put dolce on my coat
You had ya moment then you choked
F*ck Nigga he goin out sad you loving that bitch
I love her throat
These drugs I cope
I pop out giving them hope
You f*cking with lil ass girls
These Niggas be moving just like the pope
Deep dive I stroke
She give it up right and then
Told God take way the sin
Gun Wunn do for some wins
Man who that Nigga bitch I been
All ona media having a bag that boy pretend
I'm Mr. Racks they coming in
Might blow a lil check I make it back do it again
Writer: AJ Neal
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