Racks Lyrics

That be Maaly Raw

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy

Fashionable killer, ice like the winter, I'm puttin' you under arrest (Ooh)
Coughin' all winter, cuff it and win her, princess cut diamonds the best (Best)
I'ma remember, give you the world, you my Jasmine, Aladdin, no cap
Trap with a MAC, we just be flowin', and she brings it back to daddy (Yeah)
Shirt costs a rack, name on your tag, first call, she pull out the 'Lacs (Woo)
I can't go back, brick in my bag, now I come clean like a bath, uh
She wanna dance
Meringue my pendant, plus C-note the watch on my hand (Ha)
Vegas, I'm doin' the damage
Five hundred C-notes that's stacked in my bag (Oh)
Coolin' my jets, ain't Snapchattin' pics to look cool on a jet (Yeah)
Uber arrived, boy, you pull to the 'jects (Yeah)
Rick Owen on, I'm not new to this dress (Yeah), super my flex
Flew to the west, XO the gang, ain't no foolin' the set (Ah)
Upgraded house, got a pool and I'll flex (Brr)
Shooter beside me, they cool with the ref, blew in the TEC

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy

Yeah, sip some syrup, then relax
I got birds in the trap
I got curtains in the back, yeah (Curtains in the back)
Put the whole city on my back
Quarter milli' in my bag
I'm goin' shoppin' when I land, uh
I fill a Backwood up with weed
I got a few hoes overseas, uh
Turned to the car, ride the beat, uh (Skrrt)
Turbo can't stay off the keys, uh
Hop out the Porsche to a Jeep, uh (Skrrt)
Bitch dressin' up like a cheap ho
Seen me count up me some G's, yeah
All my sauce covered with G's, uh
Cut me a check
The only ones talkin' I know ain't a threat
I'm a big boss, I can double the bet
She mad 'cause I keep ignorin' her texts (Yeah)
YSLXO for me 'til we dead (Oh)
I fell asleep with two hoes in my bed
Get what you want and you don't gotta beg
He had me geeked, so I poured up some red

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy

I rock Chanel when I flex at bank
That Chevy Impala, it creep through your ends
Can't trust these riches and no more new friends
Feel like Sid Vicious, I hop out the Benz
I got a car and I came from the 'jects
I feel like Mozart, I play with those keys
She say, "Te amo," I don't speak no Spanish
I rock Chanel when I flex at the banquet
Young nigga slime, very sticky like Twinkie
Drown in my drip, man, I swear I can't sink
Fuck at the office off one or two drinks
Dippin' my pain in this cup, it need ink

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, then she brings them back to dad
Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks
Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy