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London Lorin, Kuttin Cold Kc, Swagg Tuck - Rack Racing (Official Music Video)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Lorin Lewis
London Lorin Lewis
Songwriter
Cameron Barnard Church
Cameron Barnard Church
Songwriter
Stanley Glenn Tucker
Stanley Glenn Tucker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London Lorin Lewis
London Lorin Lewis
Producer

Lyrics

I know these niggas be plottin I know these bitches be watchin They tryna get in my pockets Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah oh waah Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah That money keep on callin Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah That money keep on callin' yeah I know these niggas be watchin I know these bitches be plottin They tryna get in my pockets Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah Ayy that money keep on callin If you is not talkin' bout money Then what the fuck is you talkin' bout If you are not walkin' like money Then what the fuck is yo walk about Lot of these niggas just run they mouth Actin' like lil' bitty bitches I gotta run to these digits Lot of blue faces my pocket be crippin Fuck on that pussy and then I be dippin Shawty be swearin' I'm trippin I gotta get to the loaf I ain't got time for no ho That's how you gon' end up broke Life ain't no joke Lot of these people you lovin' the most They gonna play you the most So that's why I do the most I gotta get to this dough Act like you know What in the hell is you sayin' to me All of my life I been plannin' this Niggas know that it's my time Can't let these niggas stop the grind I gotta run up these bank knots I'm a addict I can't stop This the London they waited for Lotta racks I'm racin' for Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah That money keep on callin Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah That money keep on callin' yeah I know these niggas be watchin I know these bitches be plottin They tryna get in my pockets Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah Ayy that money keep on callin Movin' too fast you can't catch up Out here in these streets I'm a monster She all on my dick like some boxers The shit that I do it's unheard of Just like a bank I collect bucks Paper chase I'm in a fuckin' rush If you slowin' me down I can't fuck with ya Don't need to hear nun bout no good luck Stay in control I know what I want Just watch what you do and stick to the code Never lovin' no hoe I just know I won't Put my trust in a bitch that's a no-no My heart be so cold it done fuckin' froze I'm rack racin' time to overload Get the dough you know it ho Even if a nigga gotta start sellin' blow Bout the money like a feen I'm a junkie for the green Get it by any means I keep a draco with the beam Doctor evil with the ring Freshest nigga on the scene Cross me wrong get canceled I'm burnin' these niggas like candles I'm flippin' through money like channels I be so high solar panel I got money my way I fell in love with blue face Hunnid bills hunnid bills Money bills let em fold Swear that they watchin' like buzzards I'm rockin' the Loui-V duffle White nikes don't scuff em I ain't even tryna scuffle They call me cupid how I keep a shooter Said you know what it is I'll bust you Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah Ayy that money keep on callin Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah Ayy that money keep on callin Yeah I know these niggas be watchin I know these bitches be plottin They tryna get in my pockets Rack racin' yeah Rack racin' yeah Ayy that money keep on callin
Writer(s): Cameron Barnard Church, London Lorin Lewis, Stanley Glenn Tucker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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