I Got Racks Hoe lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm workin' on dying)
Listen (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
Look at my shoes, them jawns Double C
And I pulled up my whip and that sh*t a big B
Look at my wrist, that's a Patek Phillippe
I'm splashing in fashion, I'm swaggin' for weeks
My Lambo' so soft, let me f*ck in the seats
My plug don't speak English, that n*gga speak greek
I just went to Vegas, I stayed at Venetia
I flew out your b*tch and I made her release

[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my n*ggas but we got right back, bro
These n*ggas keep talkin' sh*t, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro
Pop around and get slapped, bro
Pull up with mini MAC, bro
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle

[Verse 1]
Okay, money comе in 'cause I am a boss
I f*ck your b*tch, yo' b*tch wanna f*ck
I told her, "No," she had to gеt out
I am a boss, I told her enough
I got the guap, I got the cheese
I got that b*tch on me, she on her knees
I'm smoking gas so I look Japanese
Look at my life, yeah this sh*t is too easy
Clean 'em all, diamonds so wet, man
I swear I need a squeegee
I pull up in a fast car
I swear these n*ggas, they cannot believe me
Look at that ho, she think she smart, this b*tch tryna trick me
I f*ck from the back, I got her wheezing, she need a treatment
Say, "Money don't grow on trees", but I got these b*tches leavin'
From lame n*ggas, 'cause these b*tches changing just like seasons
I'm overseas, got cocoa trees, them sh*ts too [?], yeah
Who you know pull up on you with dreads on the side with a [?]
[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my n*ggas but we got right back, bro
These n*ggas keep talkin' sh*t, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro
Pop around and get slapped, bro
Pull up with mini MAC, bro
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle

[Verse 2]
Let's go, um, ah, ah, ah
Go to the club and I make it rain, yeah
I get the money above me, yeah
I f*ck your b*tch, she in pain, yeah
Said I'm fresh as a peppermint
No, fresh as a candy
Bad b*tch sniff cocaine, yeah
That b*tch not in my lane, yeah
Four hundred thousand on the chain, yeah
[?] tucked in money ain't a thing, yeah
Diamonds all in my rings, yeah
Say diamonds gon' hide my chain, yeah
I ain't sharin' nothin'
Man, you n*ggas pus*y ya'll ain't bangin' nothin'
You ain't been to the hood, can't relate to nothin'
Watch my n*ggas pull up and they get to bussin'
Watch my n*ggas pull up and they get to bussin'
Oh, you know some sh*t? Ayy
Oh, you know some sh*t? Ayy
Oh, you know some sh*t? Ayy
Oh, you know some sh*t? Ayy
Oh, you know some sh*t? Ayy
Oh, you know some sh*t? Ayy
[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my n*ggas but we got right back, bro
These n*ggas keep talkin' sh*t, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro
Pop around and get slapped, bro
Pull up with mini MAC, bro
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle

[Outro]
Look at my shoes, them jawns Double C
I pulled up my whip and that sh*t a big B
Look at my wrist, that's a Patek Phillippe
I'm splashing in fashion, I'm swaggin' for weeks
My Lambo' so slow, let me f*ck in the seats
My plug don't speak English, that n*gga speak greek
I just went to Vegas, I stayed at Venetia
I flew out your b*tch and I made her release
(I got racks ho)
(Yeah, I got racks)