Racks on racks, on racks, racks, yeah
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Got bag ass in my Richard Mille,
bitch, I'm that rich, yeah
I just cracked another seal,
bitch, I'm that sick, yeah
I've been hustling for real,
I've been hustling for real, now I'm that
Ayy, I'm nothin' like these wack niggas
Can't get no doubt nigga,
but you can't get clout nigga, fire
Yeah, my niggas gon' ride or die,
I brought the silence out
Yeah, bitch, we slangin' iron,
uh, yeah, we slangin' iron
Just like it's the wild, wild west,
yeah, yeah, bitch, yes, uh
This right here, like a quarter on my chest
Cause I'ma make that shit right back
I'ma make that shit right back
Uh, fuck all that shit, bitch
Uh, I been getting cash, bitch
Uh, racks on racks on racks, racks
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Uh, Franklin, Grass and Jackson
Bitch, that's another back en d
I just put up on your bitch,
Yo, you shoulda seen how I
And yeah, I see why you love her,
The type of bitch to put a front on
Yeah, she belongs to the streets,
Yo, niggas sneak dis and tell em at me
Yo, I'm the same young nigga
Ain't she change, man, I still pack heat
Bitch, I been gettin' cash
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Got Vegas in my Richard Mille,
I just cracked another seal,
I been hustlin' for real,
Yo, I been hustlin' for real,