Racks, racks, racks (Trench money)
Get racks (Woah) , get racks (Woah) , get racks (Woah)

Pockets so big, I get racks
She come with me, that's a fact (Woah)
And you tried lie to her, she know the facts (Facts)
Yell at the phone, over text
You arguing too much, she need to relax
I'm off a Perc' 10, I'm over that
Ayy, I'm in here workin', but I'm relaxed
Get racks, get racks, get racks
Racks, racks (Go) , racks
Pockets on me, gettin' racks
You niggas broke and you know that's a fact
On the top floor countin' these racks
Pour me a four, had a whole heart attack
Man, the pint so big, had to tax
Say racks, some racks
Yeah, pint so big, showin' love (Love)
Came too far out the mud
I'm too geeked up, we off the drugs (Mud)
In Saint Laurent, you know that cost a ticket
Gen6, Glock 17 if you trippin'
He was talkin' online, now the fuck nigga missin'
All these snakes in the grass
man, these fuck niggas hissin'
Shoot up his house while that fuck nigga pissin'
And the chop shoot bullets so big, take a piece
And my plug is a Mexican woman, la titi
Chill out, bitch, you a student, I'm teachin'
With an extended mag, so I bet this chop reachin'
Like woah, I might really grant me a wish
I ain't wish for no Grammy's and shit
I don't want to be famous, you dig?
What do I wish for? Ain't that what you said?
Get racks, get racks, get racks
Get racks, get racks, get racks
These pockets on me, they get racks
These pockets get racks, so you know they get fat
I'ma need me some red how I work out a pack
In the trap house, she finna play with the sack

Get racks, get racks, get racks
Get racks, get racks, get racks