Racks Up Lyrics

Time to run me some racks up, stack that shit from the floor

Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more

Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road

Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes

Really I'm one of them ones

Never scared I tote my gun

Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim

Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing

I wanna fuck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name

When it come to me it's different, me and you not the same thing

Know we got a whole lotta money, niggas dressed in all black like Bruce Wayne

Might tell her I love her but it won't be the same when I catch that mood swing

Couple sticks in the car and I'm with my goons lil nigga like gang gang

I'mma twist my fingers if you put me on camera might think I gang-bang

But I'm on some other shit

I lost me a bitch got another bitch

I'm chasing the money in love with it, I run up a bag and I double it

I run off you then I sell the shit

Niggas ain't really ooters' they babysitting the pistol

I bus ya medulla if my shooter don't do it, new clip in the glick and it look like a ruler

I link with the bitch then I chop her and screw her

Wanna do it like this better get you some moola

Nigga better run up a bag, ain't no way I'm going out sad

She just asked me for money, I ain't got shit for a hoe don't make me mad

Time to run me some racks up, stack that shit from the floor

Money turn her to a dancer, told her to pop it some more

Call my phone won't answer, bitch I'm running the road

Look like I sold me a knot today, tag still on my clothes

Really I'm one of them ones

Never scared I tote my gun

Run up on me I bang, and I got real good aim

Niggas try to take my drip, they want the same thing

I wanna fuck that girl, she wanna tatt' my name