text: Im in love with my racks
  Im in love with my racks
  Im in love with my racks
  Im in love with my racks
  Im in love with my racks
  Im in love with my racks
  Im in love with my racks
  Im in love with my racks
  The money, I want it
  Dont talk if youre frontin with 50s and 100s
  My bank, it be jumpin
  Bitch Im hot like an oven
  My niggas, we stuntin
  We came up from nothin
  These hoes want a function
  Im chillin, no cuffin
  In Franklin Im trustin
  No feelings or loving
  Im sorry I told ya
  Im 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
  Im 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
  Ima have this bitch jumping when the lights down
  Bring the mics 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
  Lets talk more cake now, ha
  Spit fire at your face now
  Never been a type to really flex
  But Im taking shots to the face
  Im in love with my racks
  I just count a couple stacks
  Spend it all and make it back
  Money never does subtract, bitch
  Im in love with my racks 
  Im in love with my racks 
  Im in love with my racks 
  Im in love with my racks 
  Im in love with my racks
  Want 50s and Franklins 
  See me getting famous 
  Had to make a couple changes 
  Now they know what my name is 
  I want it all
  The bitches and cars
  These girls say they love me, dont 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, Ima 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