Racks Up lyrics

[Chorus]
I throw the racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra- (Ehh hehn)

[Verse]
Dolce and Gabbana
I don't want wahala
Bought a bag for all the times she took cassava in my manor
And I like the stand up (Heh heh)
Comedy, they talkin' bout some money
They ain't never made these n*ggas milly, haha (Haha)
I know she like my swagger (Blehh blehh)
She off that Hannah Montana from Panama (Brr brr)
The way I’m in her leg just like a panna
Kaka, your money marga, mine fat like Santa
She used to call me bro, but money turned her Alabama (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Touring overseas, I got foreign b*tches on their knees
Tryna ask me "Please", with this money, she would drink my p*ss (Eurgh)
All these b*tches on my di*k, you can't tell me sh*t
I'm f*ckin' rich, they're tryna cat my fits, they look like me from Wish
I'm f*ckin' lit, legit, I spent a bag on fake Balenci' kicks
I took her Maccies, you took her to Hakka', still couldn't get a kiss, you f*ckin' dipsh*t
While my di*k covered in lipstick
She glued to me like Pritt stick
Another new tick on my hit-list
[Chorus]
I throw the racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra-Racks up
And I spent, racks up
Ra-Ra-Ra-