RACKS ON ME (feat. Jair Baby)

Ay, Sam, run it up Split it, that's stupid Whoa, whoa Pull up in a Ghost, whoa I got them racks in, by the way I want the passes there to stay She throw it back into my face Check out my fashion, God is king I be like, "Whoa, whoa" Pull up in a Ghost, Ghost I got the racks on me I got them stacks on me I got them racks on me Pull up on a shooter, rob your jewelry Give me your moolah, I'm a student Bitch work at Hooters, show your booty Take her to sushi, then we make a movie Glock on my waist, 'bout to up on a Uzi Cops pull me over, put drugs in your coochie Feel like Young Nudy, call me Young Foolie Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a stunner, put that on my momma That's yo' bitch, I'ma call her I'm a Don, need to call her 500 bands, 10 outta 10, do it no hands Miami poppin' my shit, nigga, 'cause I know that I can, yeah Whoa, whoa Pull up in a Ghost, whoa I got them racks in, by the way I want the passes there to stay She throw it back into my face Check out my fashion, God is king I be like, "Whoa, whoa" Pull up in a Ghost, Ghost I got the racks on me I got them stacks on me I got them racks on me Thought I told you that the bitch ain't mine I can't fuck with her 'cause she ain't worth a dime 500 racks in the safe, I got money to waste So please do not waste my time Go to strip club, make it rain on the hoes Then I told 'em to go to back of the line I'm seein' signs, you lookin' fine, I got you all on my mind I be pourin' some shots, I be drinkin' it up, feel like it's blurred sight, man Just looked at my wrist, I got time today I'm the big boss, call me Rozay Be splurgin' on shit that I'm throwin' away Spendin' one night then I'm goin' away Got 10 carats each in my left and right ear Can't talk to no fake bitch, I cannot hear Hopped in the foreign, I got a veneer Told her come here, damn Whoa, whoa Pull up in a Ghost, whoa I got them racks in, by the way I want the passes there to stay She throw it back into my face Check out my fashion, God is king I be like, "Whoa, whoa" Pull up in a Ghost, Ghost I got the racks on me I got them stacks on me I got them racks on me I hearin' them shots in the air, nobody don't care Iced out AP, livin' like Yeat Nobody gon' care, we gon' live our lives The world we live in, it dyin', ain't a win Everybody in our lives gon' stab us in the back Don't really matter if you make a hundred racks Don't appreciate, just live it while you can People jealous gon' pop you, bitch, I'm a dead man Yeah, look at me, yeah, I'm on the news Dead man, you know it, covered in bruises Who is the defendant? 'Cause I am the victim Yeah, didn't do anything, you know I just tricked 'em Nobody gon' mourn, nobody call my name People be dumb, they all 'bout the same I don't know who just won, I just tricked them at their game Defendant or victim, they don't know who to blame Whoa, whoa Pull up in a Ghost, whoa I got them racks in, by the way I want the passes there to stay She throw it back into my face Check out my fashion, God is king I be like, "Whoa, whoa" Pull up in a Ghost, Ghost I got the racks on me I got them stacks on me I got them racks on me