I'm in the city where your bitch is at

I double-cross you, there's no coming back

Whip out to the side, I'm down with spinning back

Keep on counting racks, let's stack it till it's fat

Money keep on coming, bitch, a hundred racks

Stack it to the ceiling, then push through the max

Made a couple thousand from talking some smack

If you achieved it all, I would never clap

Yeah

Racks coming through

If I made a milli, I would spend it on some shoes

And if I made a billi, I would buy the fucking Louvre

And ain't nobody finna fucking talk to me

Cause I'm the fucking GOAT

I made a couple millis right before I had to show

Had to throw myself inside the freezer, I'm on cold

Had to show myself that I'm the meanest, of this boat

Do you want diamonds? or the cars? or the chains?

I can disappear inside a neck like Johnny Bane

All these motherfuckers think they inside of the game

Nothing stays the same, that's why I'm switching my whole lane

I'm in the city where your bitch is at

I double-cross you, there's no coming back

Whip out to the side, I'm down with spinning back

Keep on counting racks, let's stack it till it's fat

Money keep on coming, bitch, a hundred racks

Stack it to the ceiling, then push through the max

Made a couple thousand from talking some smack

If you achieved it all, I would never clap