Racks lyrics

[Intro]
It's Dolph, uh huh
Yeah, hey

[Verse 1]
Shining harder than Times Square
You can see the ice from a mile away
Little n*gga with a big bank
Big pistol and a two toned Wraith
Momma told me
Don't f*ck with these booster ass n*ggas cause they too faced
Just spent me another 60k on me another big face
You out here chasin' these nothin' b*tches
I just met me a bad b*tch at the bank
I don't kick it with f*ck n*ggas or fake n*ggas cause I can't relate
Tried to leave the streets but can't escape
Takin' over sh*t, f*ck being patient
I told lil momma that ass so fat that she deserve a motherf*ckin' trophy
Lil' n*gga playin' with all the paper still gettin' geeked like I'm smokin'
I'm already high as hell but the weed so good I keep rollin'
Got a driveway full of foreign sh*t
Everybody know I love a juicy b*tch
I smash her good then I lose the b*tch
I lose the b*tch yeah I'm through with it
Yeah I got to get back to that paper
No I ain't got no time for relations
I'd rather go weigh some paper before my time get wasted
[Chorus]
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I spend it and go get some more
I spend it and go get some more
I need it to get in this dope
I spend it and go get some more
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me

[Verse 2]
I spend it and go get some more
I jump in that Porsche and pull up on your ho
I got bread on me
Hey call me back bout 30 minutes, I'm gettin' some head homie
I put 'er to sleep wit' my di*k
Roll up a blunt while I'm drivin', I got racks on me
I got stacks on me, I ain't stoppin' homie
n*gga I got paper to get
Your diamonds ain't hittin' like this
Your b*tch don't look like sh*t
Nah I don't see these little n*ggas
Nah I don't see these little n*ggas
Better go get you some skrilla
Sippin' on syrup, tippin' strippers
Smokin' weed, takin' pictures
The bad b*tches love a n*gga
I'm nothing like the other n*ggas
Only if you knew what I had to do to get it
All of my n*ggas they with it
I got rid of all of my b*tches
Tryna keep up with me a n*gga gonna run theyselves crazy
Tryna keep up with these b*tches these n*ggas gotta be crazy
[Chorus]
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I spend it and go get some more
I spend it and go get some more
I need it to get in this dope
I spend it and go get some more
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me
I got racks on me, I got stacks on me