Racks (feat. Lil' E & PjezzyBaeBee) - D Savage (D Maj), Hle & Savvy

Diablo on the beat, bitch Hey, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh (Ayy) Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch (Esskeetit, ooh) Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh) None of my cars ain't rented All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh, brrt) Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" Fuck a bitch once say "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go) Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch (Esskeetit) Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, esskeetit) None of my cars ain't rented All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh) Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Ooh, ooh) Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, ooh) Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Finished) Popped two Percs, now I don't feel it (Woo) Is you with it? Show me your titties (Titties) Ugly ass hoes cannot come kick it (Brrt) Ooh, all black Lambo (Lambo) I fuck a bitch in my Versace sandals (Sandals) Got a new bando, look like castle Told the bitch let me sniff coke off Her asshole (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go) 80 degrees, still wear Gucci fur coat (Brrt) Bust in her face and she call it a facial (Facial) I left Patricia and now I'm with Rachel (Huh?) Fell asleep on a Xan, woke up with bankroll (Goddamn) Ooh, woo, woo, woo She flash her titties out of the roof Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Brrt) I think I got some Molly in my tooth (Yuh) I could buy you coke, but can't buy you food (Food) Told the bitch come bring the food to my room (Uh-uh) Bitch, what the fuck wrong with you? (What the fuck wrong with you, ho?) Bitch, I love drank, bitch, I don't love you (I don't love you at all) Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch (Esskeetit) Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh) None of my cars ain't rented All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh, brrt) Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go) Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch Racks on racks, on racks, on racks On racks, on racks, bitch None of my cars ain't rented All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh) Fuck a bitch once say "Now I'm finished" (Ooh, ooh) Fuck a bitch once say "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, ooh)

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 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 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 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'mma ball, get the bag, yeah Spend it all when I'm sad, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 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 Now you know a young nigga 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 But I can't seem to find love without the ratchet shit This little dream of mine, why am I attached to this? 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 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

Ooh (Jetski, brr) Bitch (Oh my God, Ronny) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (yeah) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (brr) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (ooh) Watch how I blow through a million Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh (yeah) All of my whips came tinted None of my cars ain't rented, ooh (whoa), uh Balmain and Celine (yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (okay) This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say, "Supreme" (Supreme) She said, "Tussie, not pussy" (huh?), my diamonds, they wet like jacuzzi, yeah (okay) I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (ooh) I got ten guns at my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (baow, baow-baow) Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh (ooh, damn) Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan' sex me, umf (come here) She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', Baguettes, uh (uh, wet) Step on my bitch in Giuseppes, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (huh? Baow) All my jewelry, no security, dare a nigga try to test me (huh? I dare you) (ooh) Racks all the way to the ceilin' (yeah) Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh Racks all the way to the ceilin' (yeah) I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (brr) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh She wanna fuck with Umbrella But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil' fella" Windex scented, my cash extended As soon as it's printed right fresh out, the teller I got a old check, whew, blowin' off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar Lil' bitch callin' me rude, hatin' all of my views "Bitch, you fat as my pockets", you know I'ma tell her I hit that bitch with a wink Fuck her in the bathroom, washin' my dick in the sink If it's a ting, it's a ting Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doin' my thing in the ring I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link after link, after link I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships I be lyin' 'bout fling after fling-after fling after f- Wearin' this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse How many hundred-dollar bands and booby can I cut the rubber band off and tear out? Touchin' way too much cash for me to care 'bout Still'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like AI with the shot I let the AR come and air out, woo Racks all the way to the ceilin' (Tory) Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (Lil Tory) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh (ooh) (brr) Racks all the way to the ceilin' Racks all the way to the ceilin', ooh (esskeetit) Racks all the way to the ceilin' I give a fuck how you feelin' (ooh)