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(Lukovic got beats) All my money got fat (yeah) Racks, way too tall (yeah) Racks, way too tall (yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Racks, way too fat (yeah) Racks, way too fat (yeah) I went and got me baguettes (yeah, yeah-yeah) I went and copped me the 'Vette (yeah) Went in Chanel with a 20 band And I left with a whole lotta bags (yeah) Label been calling my ass Label been watching my ass (yeah) I got a whole lotta racks (yeah) Told 'em I'm gon' have to pack Whole lotta shit ain't funny I get a whole lotta money (yeah) Whole lotta shit I ain't with (yeah) Whole lotta pеople been running (yeah) I gotta call up my bitch I told my bitch I'm a junkie (off thе boot up) I'm a junkie that get me some money (yeah) I'm a junkie when it come to that money (yeah) Yeah, I took the z65 by the crib, with the i8 in it (yeah) I need the GLE AMG 43, yeah, with a supercharged engine (yeah) Bitch, tell me what do you do (what?) I need some top in that coupe (let's go) Some twizzys red and some blue (yeah) Balenci the shoe (yeah, Balenci) Bitch, I converse with the gods My bitch a nine out of ten and she ate When you living like this and you rich, it feel great I won't ever change, man, this ain't no way We just took the top off the coupe yeah, sideways (yeah) Don't really get what I do, so at first, they gon' hate I'm the one who had started this shit I'm the one took the top off the bitch Said goodbye, cut off my bitch (yeah) I can't conversate with no snitch (yeah) Everything got taller I should go for a dollar All your shit got smaller Your bitch give me brain like a scholar Bitch, I got Wock' in the baby bottle, feel like a toddler (yeah) Bitch, I can't give you no help or assist, you not a baller (yeah) I keep the drugs in the middle (yeah) I keep the racks at the top (yeah) These kids, they gon' snitch through a little I keep this shit solid like my name a rock You get what you got, what you put in it When it come to the work, I'ma put it in When it come to the twat, I'ma put it in It's been a long time, what you putting in? (Yeah) You get what you got, what you put in it Fuck all that bullshit, no, I'm not doing it Whole lotta racks on me, yeah, I've been cooling bitch I'm finna change my name to a cooling kit (Lukovic got beats) All my money got fat (yeah) Racks, way too tall (yeah) Racks, way too tall (yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Racks, way too fat (yeah) Racks, way too fat (yeah) I went and got me baguettes (yeah, yeah-yeah) I went and copped me the 'Vette (yeah) Went in Chanel with a 20 band And I left with a whole lotta bags (yeah) Label been calling my ass Label been watching my ass (yeah) I got a whole lotta racks (yeah) Told 'em I'm gon' have to pack