i finally know what it feels like to walk around with a hundred thousand dollars i made i got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks i got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks all these racks in my pocket i can barely stand all these racks on me i can t pull up my pants daumn walk in the club with a hundred thousand im drippin sauce like a thousand islands flexing impressing and really stylin im the reason that these bitches really wildin looked at my neck and she started smiling looked at your neck and she called you childish nigga post a pic of two thousand then hashtag bought me hottie boy you know that you need to stop it you know you ain t having no racks nigga you know you ain t havin no stacks nigga spending ten thousand at sacks nigga you ain t ever have a bitch roll a blunt while another rub your back nigga they say never go where you came from broke we ain t ever goin back nigga i got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks i got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks all these racks in my pocket i can barely stand all these racks on me i can t pull up my pants i spent a 50 on hand guns i spent a 50 on baby rifles its gon be a homocide genocide fuck nigga touch me on the bible whoop a nigga ass in a leather jacket you ll swear i was rowdy piper i just stepped on a snake in my loubuittons now my shoes made of viper i been shittin on these nigga lookin at my riches swear i need a fuckin diaper all these niggas screaming big homie i ain t giving back i dont fucking like them when there was floods in the hood sauce was in the hood couple thousand on food and supplies that was love to the hood  i got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks i got racks on me i got racks on me i got racks all these racks in my pocket i can barely stand all these racks on me i can t pull up my pants 