[Verse 1]
Now I got these rolls
Now I got these racks
Now I got some pressure on my back
Told her I'll be right back
I'm talkin' 'bout racks
Walk in this bitch with a thing
I might die by the racks
Gimme the racks
I blow it, I have it
That money I'm stackin'
I don't care about the static
I'm fuckin' the baddest
I'm high, my life ain't average
I'm a money savage
I be outside
I told her meet me outside
I'm lookin' on the bright side
If you try me you can die right
I'm just tryna get them racks right
I'm just tryna get them racks right
I'm just tryna get my money tight
When I seen love it was first sight
Fuckin' on that bitch and she a dime (Yeah)
I still bought her Number (N)ine (Yeah, yeah)
Treat that bitch like she my type (Yeah, yeah)
On them drugs, I don't care about the heights
Everybody got a bright
I need her
I don't wanna leave her
I had to get the bag first
I fuck around and lost her
[Interlude]
I need her
I don't wanna leave her
I had to get the bag first
I fuck around and lost her

[Verse 2]
I spent like ten, I could've bought a Patek
I'm in the air with that bitch like Aladdin
I got my Ksubis on with a ratchet
I don't even fake high, that's a habit
I know a broke bitch livin' lavish
I know a fuck n***a with a manager
How you gon' snake me and you doubted me?
They all fake, fake
I say it to they face, face
I told her give me face, face
And no, it's not a date
I fuck on that bitch then I leave
Yeah, I stopped sippin' on the lean
I ain't on Percs, I'm on weed
Lemme tell you about me