Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
H.E.R.
Voces
Cordae
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman
Autoría
Elijah Dias
Autoría
Tiara Thomas
Autoría
Aliandro Prawl
Autoría
Gabriella Wilson
Autoría
Ronald Colson
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Miki Tsutsumi
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jaron Bozeman
Producción
Ayana Depas
Asistente de ingeniería
Dave Kutch
Masterización
Ali Prawl
Producción
Flippa
Producción
Jeff Gitty
Producción
Letra
[Verse 1]
Money help me get by
It don't matter if I
Cop myself expensive things
Buy myself a diamond ring
Married to the mullah
Still ain't got no lover
Looking, all I see is green
Wonder can you buy me these
[Verse 2]
It's hard to trust the things that we lust
No falling in love, we so outta touch
When no one's around, who's holdin' you down?
It seems like the only thing we know is
[Verse 3]
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 4]
They don't understand
They don't know how to get the stacks up
If I drop a hundred bands
I'ma get it right back up
And if I fall it don't matter
I'ma a ball, get the bag yeah
Spend it all when I'm sad, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 5]
It's hard to trust the things that we lust
No falling in love, we so outta touch
When no one's around, who's holdin' you down?
It seems like the only thing we know is
[Verse 6]
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Now you know a young **** got them racks up on me
I can introduce you to my rapper homies
But I ain't gonna take you to the matrimony
Prolly gonna leave you down, sad and lonely
My infatuation with these bags and faces
Got a couple dollars so congratulations
Tryna find love so I'm navigatin'
Shower you with gifts over saturation
[Verse 8]
But I can't seem to find love without the ratchet shit
This lil dream of mine, why am I attached to this?
[Verse 9]
But happiness is when you glad and bliss
And the cash and shit, is a catalyst
To cover up the pain, it's hazardous
The trouble, lust, the fame, it's attacking quick, my God
[Verse 10]
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of your racks and things (Racks)
All of your racks and things (All your racks)
They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Aliandro Prawl, Elijah Dias, H.E.R., Jeff "Gitty" Gitelman, Ronald "Flippa" Colson, Ronald Tyler Colson, Tiara Thomas
