In Love

Lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Skies] I'm in love with my racks I'm in love with my racks I'm in love with my racks I'm in love with my racks I'm in love with my racks I'm in love with my racks I'm in love with my racks I'm in love with my racks [Verse 1: Lil Skies] The money, I want it Don't talk if you're frontin' with 50's and 100's My bank, it be jumpin' Bitch I'm hot like an oven My niggas, we stuntin' We came up from nothin' These hoes want a function I'm chillin', no cuffin In Franklin I'm trustin' No feelings or loving I'm sorry I told ya I'm ballin', I know From hoes out they clothes to not being broke To wearing that foreign that fresh out the store From not having bitches to taking your hoes I'm sorry, my nigga, I do this My girl is a nudist, her booty so stupid Niggas act foolish, that cash make 'em do it That thing was so wet that I had to go Scooby, oh I'ma have this bitch jumping when the lights down Bring the mic's out Niggas think they nice now Better pipe down Who you with? We can fight row 16 and I brought my whole town Booty so fat it would still weight 8 pounds, ha Let's talk more cake now, ha Spit fire at your face now Never been a type to really flex But I'm taking shots to the face, pow [Pre-Chorus: Lil Skies] I'm in love with my racks I just count a couple stacks Spend it all and make it back Money never does subtract, bitch [Chorus: Lil Skies] I'm in love with my racks (Ho) I'm in love with my racks (Ho) I'm in love with my racks (Ho) I'm in love with my racks (Ho) I'm in love with my racks [Bridge: Lil Skies] Want 50's and Franklins (And Frankins, and Franklins) See me getting famous (Getting famous, getting famous) Had to make a couple changes (Couple changes, couple changes) Now they know what my name is (What my name is, what my name is) [Verse 2: Lil Skies] I want it all The bitches and cars These girls say they love me, don't think that they know That I might just turn up and sell out these shows From coming from nothing and being called dope I just want them racks 'cause them racks all I know From finessing these tracks to spending them, facts I started from basements to spending that crack, huh Hold up, I'ma step out with my new bitch My old bitch wearing gold like she so rich If you wanna hang out on this side You gotta be savage on some cold shit All my niggas getting money off the free way And you broke boy clothes of of eBay And we do shit big, never did the cheap way Always been a real nigga, why you acting cliche, ah