I got racks on my body

Paper stacks hella mileage

And we wyling off the damn molly

And I fuck that bitch I tell her move her fucking

Body

And I count the racks up everyday we fucking count it

Got some racks up in my jeans I'm talm bout hella dollars

Fuck that bitch up in her spine she said she begging for it

All I see is dollar signs you know I fucking want it

Double cup the lean **** I just fucking pour it

Shawty wanna fuck on the gang, 556 go bang

Switch up the swag yeah, switch up my slang ye

I got bitches running in and out tryna come have sex

Pour up the lean yeah, double cup sipping red

Shawty pull up give me head, finna fuck her then I send that bitch to bed

I got racks up on my body counting all these fucking signs

I'm rocking the denim jeans bitch it's number nine

I don't wait in lines, all white truck like swine

Give me the money it's mine, I got the nine

I got the Glock in the cayenne, bitch it's my time

Swag demise, I see signs, dollar signs, flow divine

Every time, I'm on the beat punch shit in like kreed

I'm punching in like kreed, vetements on my jeans

What the fuck you mean, I got all white truck but I paint it lime Green, paint it lime green

Bitch yeah it's vestments on my fucking jeans

Different type of flow my shit too unique

**** I'm a rat give me all the cheese, haha

Give me all the cheese