Yo, damn
Whole lotta racks, keep countin' I got it
Big P can't fuck no hoe with no mileage
These niggas talkin' like they really bout it
I pull up with sticks in the Bentley, we ridin'
My bro said we up, I'm high as a musk
I don't give a fuck, he say he tough better, bag the shit up
Whole lotta racks, but it's never enough
Whole lotta hoes in the back of the truck
She eatin me up like a slut, yeah
Pourin' a deuce in a cup. All of my old hoes outta luck
Niggas so insane, she thinkin' I know her
I love the money, I love the aroma
I never switched it up, even once over
I cannot shake hands, now it's over
They say these racks bad for my soul
I get the money, we goin' too fast
Switchin' these lane like it's three on the dash
Go on a trip, we get straight to the cash
Up in the whip, it's a gun in the bag
We get the money, we runnin' it up
Sippin' some cash, it's a band in the cup
Walkin' em down we ain't standin em up
I ain't been broke in a minute, we catchin' an opp
Then we spinnin', he roll with the critics
Just like a track, yeah, we run up the digits
Hidin' his body, gon' have to go fishin'
When I up the Glock yeah, you know it's efficient
Racks bad, but I got a lot
Diss the gang, gon' stir the pot
We get to the money, yeah, he wishin' he could go with us
Drop a couple bands, and you might could do a show with us
He get in the Stu and drop some trash
Yeah, he can't show us up
Spin it in a 911, hit his block and blow it up
No rubber bands, can't roll it up
Whole lotta racks, keep countin' I got it
Big P can't fuck no hoe with no mileage
These niggas talkin' like they really bout it
I pull up with sticks in the Bentley, we ridin'
My bro said we up, I'm high as a musk
I don't give a fuck, he say he tough better, bag the shit up
Whole lotta racks, but it's never enough
Whole lotta hoes in the back of the truck
She eatin me up like a slut, yeah
Pourin' a deuce in a cup. All of my old hoes outta luck
Niggas so insane, she thinkin' I know her
I love the money, I love the aroma
I never switched it up, even once over
I cannot shake hands, now it's over
They say these racks bad for my soul
These racks ain't good for my soul
Yeah, I hit a bad bitch from Seoul
She said 안녕하세요 but i really gotta go
She said, no, no, no, no, no, but I gotta make this dough
I'ma spend these racks till the afterlife
Never needed her in my life
Bills to pay, gotta make a way
These racks bad, but can't fade away
She like Kanye, she like heartbreaks and 808s