Big Racks lyrics

[Intro]
Might as well speak on it
Weed & Instrumentals three

[Verse]
I keep them big racks right on me, Ferrari ponies
But that Lamborghini for my homie, b*tch, that car not for me
He got hella hoes at this party, slash orgy
He said that they was asking for me, while I was touring
I pulled up at the spot two-thirty the mornin'
Bad b*tches, clean diamonds, dirty Sprite was pourin'
But I don't lean, I'm in love with the green
Money and weed, that's all I need, that pus*y come for free
That come with the game, so I don't stress off gettin' it
I keep doing my thing, and hoes be tryna gimme it
I hustle hard and they acknowledge, they admiring
I'm on them grown-man wheels, them n*ggas cars is childish
I'm frеsh, no stylist, smashed that b*tch on a jet
That's that mile-high sh*t, this club is only for winnеrs
Picked up the tab for the dinner, picked up a Jag' for the winter
They pay me racks just to enter, picked up a bag from the venue
Light a new joint and continue
b*tch we gon' order off menu, show you some place I been to
Where they f*ck with me so tough
If you rolled up with me, they automatically feel you
You not familiar, they kill you, sh*t'll get no realer
Keep the big racks right on me, so do my homies
VVS's on me, no cubic zerconies
Facts only, you n*ggas all phoneys
Yeah