Racks Up

Lyrics
[Chorus] I throw the racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra- (Ehh hehn) [Verse] Dolce and Gabbana I don't want wahala Bought a bag for all the times she took cassava in my manor And I like the stand up (Heh heh) Comedy, they talkin' bout some money They ain't never made these niggas milly, haha (Haha) I know she like my swagger (Blehh blehh) She off that Hannah Montana from Panama (Brr brr) The way I'm in her leg just like a panna Kaka, your money marga, mine fat like Santa She used to call me bro, but money turned her Alabama (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Touring overseas, I got foreign bitches on their knees Tryna ask me "Please", with this money, she would drink my piss (Eurgh) All these bitches on my dick, you can't tell me shit I'm fuckin' rich, they're tryna cat my fits, they look like me from Wish I'm fuckin' lit, legit, I spent a bag on fake Balenci' kicks I took her Maccies, you took her to Hakka', still couldn't get a kiss, you fuckin' dipshit While my dick covered in lipstick She glued to me like Pritt stick Another new tick on my hit-list [Chorus] I throw the racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up And I spent, racks up Ra-Ra-Ra-
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Credits
- Writers
- Fimiguerrero
- Oche (Producer)
- Jack Zorana