I got racks on my body
Paper stacks hella mileage
And we wyling off the damn molly
And I f*ck that bitch I tell her move her f*cking
Body
And I count the racks up everyday we f*cking count it
Got some racks up in my jeans I'm talm bout hella dollars
F*ck that bitch up in her spine she said she begging for it
All I see is dollar signs you know I f*cking want it
Double cup the lean nigga I just f*cking pour it
Shawty wanna f*ck on the gang, 556 go bang
Switch up the swag yeah, switch up my slang ye
I got bitches running in and out tryna come have sex
Pour up the lean yeah, double cup sipping red
Shawty pull up give me head, finna f*ck her then I send that bitch to bed
I got racks up on my body counting all these f*cking signs
I'm rocking the denim jeans bitch it's number nine
I don't wait in lines, all white truck like swine
Give me the money it's mine, I got the nine
I got the Glock in the cayenne, bitch it's my time
Swag demise, I see signs, dollar signs, flow divine
Every time, I'm on the beat punch shit in like kreed
I'm punching in like kreed, vetements on my jeans
What the f*ck you mean, I got all white truck but I paint it lime Green, paint it lime green
Bitch yeah it's vestments on my f*cking jeans
Different type of flow my shit too unique
Nigga I'm a rat give me all the cheese, haha
Give me all the cheese