10 racks! Lyrics

Yeah

It's Cartier

Yeah

Yeahh

Danny

Are you okay?

No

I feel like my hearts been ripped out

But I know who I can take it out on

Survey says, going ghost!

I got 10 racks in my jacket

Run up on me got the 40 I pack it

Know I stay dripping in the latest fashion

Got too much much sauce it can't fit in a packet, yeah

Said boy you ain't up in my bracket yeah

Boutta take over the planet, yeah

Leave your ass up in a casket, yeah

Pack your ass up like a basket, yeah

Aye, hopped in the coupe, yeah

2000 dollar a tooth (Yeah)

That bitch she know I'm the truth yeah

Blow on my dick like a flute, yeah

Aye, how can I lose, yeah

Money be changing my mood, yeah

Now she be acting brand new, yeah

Hop in my car and go vroom, yeah

Hop in my car and go vroom

That bitch she up in her mood, yeah

I do not like when she rude, yeah

Not fucking with attitude, yeah

Cannot treat me like a fool

Know I don't play by the rules

Losing my mind off the shrooms

Planet like Namek or planet like Drool, yeah

This shit ain't up for debate, yeah

I might go buss down the face, yeah

I might go matte me the Wraith, yeah

Then fuck your bitch in her face, yeah

She wanna come to my place

I told that bitch give me space

Run to the money I'm late

Need a few milli right up in my safe, yeah

I, need a few milli right up in the safe

Give me the cash ain't no time for debate

Don't like to talk and I don't like to wait

Might take your bitch to my town for a date

She wanna come to my place

I let that bitch in my space

Beat it up, sound like the bass

Don't love a hoe, ain't no one I can chase

I got 10 racks in my jacket

Run up on me got the 40 I pack it

Know I stay dripping in the latest fashion

Got too much much sauce it can't fit in a packet, yeah

Said boy you ain't up in my bracket yeah

Boutta take over the planet, yeah

Leave your ass up in a casket, yeah

Pack your ass up like a basket, yeah

Aye, hopped in the coupe, yeah

2000 dollar a tooth (Yeah)

That bitch she know I'm the truth yeah

Blow on my dick like a flute, yeah

Aye, how can I lose, yeah

Money be changing my mood, yeah

Now she be acting brand new, yeah

Hop in my car and go vroom, yeah

Ha-ha

Frankie you're so stupid

Love you

Bye