In Love lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
I'm in love with my racks
I'm in love with my racks
I'm in love with my racks
I'm in love with my racks
I'm in love with my racks
I'm in love with my racks
I'm in love with my racks
I'm in love with my racks

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
The money, I want it
Don't talk if you're frontin' with 50's and 100's
My bank, it be jumpin'
b*tch I'm hot like an oven
My n*ggas, we stuntin'
We came up from nothin'
These hoes want a function
I'm chillin', no cuffin
In Franklin I'm trustin'
No feelings or loving
I'm sorry I told ya
I'm ballin', I know
From hoes out they clothes to not being broke
To wearing that foreign that fresh out the store
From not having b*tches to taking your hoes
I'm sorry, my n*gga, I do this
My girl is a nudist, her booty so stupid
n*ggas act foolish, that cash make 'em do it
That thing was so wet that I had to go Scooby, oh
I'ma have this b*tch jumping when the lights down
Bring the mic's out
n*ggas think they nice now
Better pipe down
Who you with? We can fight row
16 and I brought my whole town
Booty so fat it would still weight 8 pounds, ha
Let's talk more cake now, ha
Spit fire at your face now
Never been a type to really flex
But I'm taking shots to the face, pow
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Skies]
I'm in love with my racks
I just count a couple stacks
Spend it all and make it back
Money never does subtract, b*tch

[Chorus: Lil Skies]
I'm in love with my racks (Ho)
I'm in love with my racks (Ho)
I'm in love with my racks (Ho)
I'm in love with my racks (Ho)
I'm in love with my racks

[Bridge: Lil Skies]
Want 50's and Franklins (And Frankins, and Franklins)
See me getting famous (Getting famous, getting famous)
Had to make a couple changes (Couple changes, couple changes)
Now they know what my name is (What my name is, what my name is)

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
I want it all
The b*tches and cars
These girls say they love me, don't think that they know
That I might just turn up and sell out these shows
From coming from nothing and being called dope
I just want them racks 'cause them racks all I know
From finessing these tracks to spending them, facts
I started from basements to spending that crack, huh
Hold up, I'ma step out with my new b*tch
My old b*tch wearing gold like she so rich
If you wanna hang out on this side
You gotta be savage on some cold sh*t
All my n*ggas getting money off the free way
And you broke boy clothes of of eBay
And we do sh*t big, never did the cheap way
Always been a real n*gga, why you acting cliche, ah