Racks on Me

作曲：Calvin Dasher,Dominique Jones,Dvorious Bozeman

You know it′s Lil Voe on the beat

I was so far at the bottom

Nicouldn't even see the top

Now I′m so moup

I'm afraid to fudrop

Woo, woo, I'm afraid to fustop

Woo, woo, woo, yeah

Money all on these Balmains

I got all of these racks on me

I can afford to blow a bag

I got all of these racks on me

I can run it up and fuit up

I got all of these racks on me

I just cheated on my main bi

But my side comin′ back to me

I′m ballin' on these broke ni

Check the highlights on Sports Center

I′m Michael Jordan on the court

Ni

Scottie Pippen

That's my lil ni

Shoot the threes like Reggie Miller

Sell the cookies by the pound

Ni

Smoke the gas by the ounce, ni

Roll it up and burn it down, ni

I′m gettin' head in a private flight

I might just fly to DubaI tonight

I might fly to Tokyo tomorrow

Just to drift in a foreign car

I′m on them bars and I'm dozin' off

I had to wake up and count it up

When the money call I pick it up

If it ain′t ′bout money

BiI'm hangin′ up

Broke niget the dial tone

Thhoget wild on

Got a quater million worth of jewelry on me

Lookin' like I got headlights on me

I′m in that demon, no Hellcat

And I done make it through hell and back

Now a young nigot hella racks

And I fuon your bifor the hell of it

Money all on these Balmains

I got all of these racks on me

I can afford to blow a bag

I got all of these racks on me

I can run it up and fuit up

I got all of these racks on me

I just cheated on my main bi

But my side comin' back to me

Givinchy, Givenchy

Whatever you call it

Drip down to my sizzocks

Somebody left on the faucet

We gon′ shop

We don't drip out the closet

No withdrawals

Only makin' deposits

I′ma run to the money like Forest

Hit the lot

I′ma buy me a foreign

I done got big

Got me feelin' important

Pockets fat like Rasputia from Norbit

I took flight to the top

Now I′m soarin'

I might buy me a car when I′m bored

I'ma buy everything I couldn′t afford

I'm ballin' on niwho keepin′ the score

I don′t give a damn about gettin' rewards

I′ma make sure that I put up the point

They didn't believe when I said I′m the one

Put up a twenty a month for my son

Fight like a man, we gon' shoot

We don′t run

I let the bros hit the road with a gun

Yeah, whole lotta racks on me

She mad 'cause she can't get a piece

All a niwear AmirI jeans

And a nilivin′ out his dreams

Money all on these Balmains

I got all of these racks on me

I can afford to blow a bag

I got all of these racks on me

I can run it up and fuit up

I got all of these racks on me

I just cheated on my main bi

But my side comin′ back to me

I got a fetish for horses

Polos and Ferraris

And I just copped an Aston Martin

Push button, I can start it

I ain't even gotta park it

Swear I′m goin' dumb, re

Swear I′m goin' HAM in the trap

Serve a nibrick with the strap

Finesse his a, no cap

Water diamonds, no tap

They know that I′m paid

They know that I'm good

They know that I'm strait

I′m cookin′ an eight

I'm boomin′ a spot

I don't work in a base

The racks in the safe

The steak on my plate

I′m on my way

Money all on these Balmains

I got all of these racks on me

I can afford to blow a bag

I got all of these racks on me

I can run it up and fuit up

I got all of these racks on me

I just cheated on my main bi

But my side comin' back to me