RACKS ft. ROMY Lyrics

Uh, yeah, okay

Let's get it straight, cut the chase, we go straight to the basics

If you and I can multiply the streets, we'll do no paying

We just modernize society, why you hating?

Flakin', boy you a hater

Yo bitch love my fragrance, I swear she already naked

Not like the drink, fuck what you think

I got carrots by the sink

Every morning I wake up to the pressure

No stress cause I keep a handy tool, yeah, Beretta

Biggie Smalls got my coogie sweater

You think you gon' stay on top

Well, boy this ain't forever

And your girl is over here, you know I get her wetter

I'm better, just forget her, I'm gon' spread her

Why is she so bad she just look like Kylie Jenner

She just wanna do a couple tricks, I'ma let her

I think I'm in love or maybe she just want my cheddar

Go get her, I'ma go go get her

We better, over here, we better

I'm on the way, gotta get paid

I'm feeling great, can't stop my fate

Yeah, my racks keep growing, money on my mind

I'm like yuck

What the fuck?

Like a vacuum, she gon' suck

She gon' do a hundred tricks, baby, do a stunt

I'ma take her to the store and buy her what she want

She might want some Gucci yeah or maybe Saint Laurent

I'ma get some Goyard, take that lil' bitch to the front

Runnin' it, runnin' it, fuckin' it, fuckin' it

Clickin' it, clickin' it, runnin' it up, bitch, yeah

I got the bread, I'm in the whip, doing donuts, bitch, I am him

Heavy weights like I'm in the gym, I'm on a roll, yeah, bitch, you a pin

Off of the dome, I don't need a pen, I love my god, shorty amen

Bitch, I am rare, I am a gem