Rackz Lyrics

Sorry baby girl but I'm in love with racks

I'm addicted to that cheddar but don't fuck with rats

All these demons in my way they tryna set me back

But I'm counting all these faces so I can't relax

Yeah, I gotta run it up I gotta get this cash yeah

I fell in love with countin up all these stacks yeah

Sorry baby girl but your just gonna have to face it

I need that Benjamin Franklin cause all bitches basic

You so basic you just tryna get my bag to count them rackz

What make you think that I'm in love with you? Cause I'm in love with cash

I'm so fast to get them stacks so I just think that I'm the flash

Light another wood cause I just puff puff I don't pass

Off white from head to toe

Big rackz lma CEO

Fat chain my neck glow

Too lit when I step in the show

(Yeah, Yeah)

I gotta run it up gotta get these rackz

(Yeah, Yeah)

She seen me thumbing now she too attached

Sorry gotta tell you but I think I've had enough

Not enough of this money cause I'm addicted like a drug

All my people round me got they pockets hella stuffed

I don't play bout my money you still owe me that lil dub

Sorry baby girl but I'm in love with racks

I'm addicted to that cheddar but don't fuck with rats

All these demons in my way they tryna set me back

But I'm counting all these faces so I can't relax

Yeah, I gotta run it up I gotta get this cash yeah

I fell in love with countin up all these stacks yeah

Sorry baby girl but your just gonna have to face it

I need that Benjamin Franklin cause all bitches basic

I got money, spread out

Let me know what that cash about

I done came up from the drought and I done took a different route

Without a doubt you doubted me and now you come back for the clout

You watched me sprout and now you want in my account yeah

I don't owe you shit (I don't)

Watch on how we move (We slow)

We be quick to grab our pole if you be quick to touch our dough

And you'll be quick to change your flow cause you just know we'll let it blow

And you just know that's fasho

Yeah that's fasho

That's fasho a big bag

All I count is big racks

Grab my bag and hit saks

Cashed out, I'm still relaxed yeah

Ran it up like I'm just printing paper

You know me I just got expensive flavor

Sorry baby girl but I'm in love with racks

I'm addicted to that cheddar but don't fuck with rats

All these demons in my way they tryna set me back

But I'm counting all these faces so I can't relax

Yeah, I gotta run it up I gotta get this cash yeah

I fell in love with countin up all these stacks yeah

Sorry baby girl but your just gonna have to face it

I need that Benjamin Franklin cause all bitches basic