(Finding a way to the racks, that's on my mind yeah)
Rolled up the pack I can't see straight
Rolled up her dress that shit thick ay
Finding my way to the racks can't look back
Got my racks up now they wanna hit me back
Funny how life treat you, no this ain't that
Funny how you treat me, know you ain't coming back
Christian Dior, you adore, I know that
I know that, so many times you was throwing it back
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This money, these racks ain't shit to me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Runnin' it up, runnin' out
I needa go split a pound
I needa go hit a jugg, I needa go see your plugg
(Yeah) Taking them pounds, taking them xans
Run it up like a soja
Run it up like a soja
I been getting to the money everyday like it's folgers, yeah
I need them racks
I need them racks
I need them
I need them racks
I need them racks
I need them
