[Verse]
Yeah-yeah, my jeans, they Number (N)ine
Li-like Tony Hawk, I'm on my grind
If it's 'bout racks, I got some time
I'm takin' yo' ho, I'm makin' her mine
I'm countin' it fast, like I'm at the bank
Future [?] Houston, I ball and finesse
She tryna link, I tell her what next
I got yo' bitch, she say I'm the best
Yeah, my swag on a hunt
I'm takin' yo' bitch, I'mma pass and I punt it
Yeah, take a brick at the function
Outside a bank we gon' do some fucked shit
My bitch she disgusted
I got some ice on my neck, that shit bussin'
I don't do this for nothin'
I got my racks up, I'm out in London
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I'm poppin' like Fanta (Fanta)
I feel like I'm Mike, I'm with yo' bitch, she dirty, just likе Diana (Diana)
I'm in the club, turnin' it up, at Magic City, Atlanta (Atlanta)
Say he got racks, but he dry likе a fucking Savanna (Savanna)
I got yo' gun, n***a, get hit with the pump
That boy he a bitch, that boy he a punk
If it's 'bout racks, I'm sayin' wassup
I'm with my dogs, they goin' bark (Woof)
I remember when this bitch didn't fuck
I'm with my demons, we runnin' them up
[Outro]
Yeah, I'm workin', 'cause I know they gon' hate
I'm countin' up my racks, I can't wait
I'm rockin' Prada, I got designer
This bitch on her knees, she givin' me faith
I'm 'boutta go shoppin' at Neimans, yeah, I got some expensive taste