Lyrics to Racks N
Let's do it, man
Yeah
Talkin' bout
Fuck you, man
(Cash Made It)
Ha
From this point on, man, don't call me Babyface, nigga, call me Face Mob, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like the mafia (Trill niggas)
Niggas know who the fuck we are, who they can't fuck with
These bitches know the truth (Holler at me)
We comin' through like the Mafia, Army, you heard? (You heard?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, get her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
The money ain't shit to a nigga like me
Supreme white lows, Supreme white tee
[?][0:55] on the crib, iced tea
I'm a rich junkie, you got a pint clean?
Girl, your ex man, next man nothin' like me
Walk in the club, make a movie, word to Spike Lee
You can never be, niggas rappin' on my type beats (What?)
Have you ever seen a hundred G's in some tight jeans?
Motor growling, let me in, let me hold the liner
On an island, silk shirt and it's new Gabbana
Money, power, I'm a prowler, wanna fuck a stylist
Got her topless while I'm vibin', I'm just in here rhymin'
I'm just in here coolin'
Playin' stupid on these niggas, I know what I'm doin'
Niggas ain't really down, they just with the movement
Nigga say he gettin' money, nigga, where your jewels at?
Certified, I ain't gotta prove it (Gucci down)
Gucci down, but my bitch in Pucci (Gucci down)
Forgiats, what the fuck is Rucci? (Forgiats)
A thousand beans stuffed in her—
Ayy, I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, get her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
Yeah
Talkin' bout
Fuck you, man
(Cash Made It)
Ha
From this point on, man, don't call me Babyface, nigga, call me Face Mob, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like the mafia (Trill niggas)
Niggas know who the fuck we are, who they can't fuck with
These bitches know the truth (Holler at me)
We comin' through like the Mafia, Army, you heard? (You heard?)
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy, I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, get her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
The money ain't shit to a nigga like me
Supreme white lows, Supreme white tee
[?][0:55] on the crib, iced tea
I'm a rich junkie, you got a pint clean?
Girl, your ex man, next man nothin' like me
Walk in the club, make a movie, word to Spike Lee
You can never be, niggas rappin' on my type beats (What?)
Have you ever seen a hundred G's in some tight jeans?
Motor growling, let me in, let me hold the liner
On an island, silk shirt and it's new Gabbana
Money, power, I'm a prowler, wanna fuck a stylist
Got her topless while I'm vibin', I'm just in here rhymin'
I'm just in here coolin'
Playin' stupid on these niggas, I know what I'm doin'
Niggas ain't really down, they just with the movement
Nigga say he gettin' money, nigga, where your jewels at?
Certified, I ain't gotta prove it (Gucci down)
Gucci down, but my bitch in Pucci (Gucci down)
Forgiats, what the fuck is Rucci? (Forgiats)
A thousand beans stuffed in her—
Ayy, I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, get her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back in, give her back then
