Racks N lyrics

[Intro]
Let's do it, man
Yeah
Talkin' 'bout
f*ck you, man
(Cash.made.it)
Ha
From this point on, man, don't call me Babyface, n*gga, call me Face Mob, you know what I'm sayin'?
sh*t like the mafia (Trill n*ggas)
n*ggas know who the f*ck we are, who they can't f*ck with
These b*tches know the truth (Holler at me)
We comin' through like the mafia, Army, you heard? (You heard?)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, get her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, give her back then

[Verse]
The money ain't sh*t to a n*gga like me
Supreme white lows, Supreme white tee
[?][0:55] on the crib, iced tea
I'm a rich junkie, you got a pint clean?
Girl, your ex-man, next man nothin' like me
Walk in the club, make a movie, word to Spike Lee
You can never be, n*ggas rappin' on my type beats (What?)
Have you ever seen a hundred G's in some tight jeans?
Motor growling, let me in, let me hold the liner
On an island, silk shirt and it's new Gabbana
Money, power, I'm a prowler, wanna f*ck a stylist
Got her topless while I'm vibin', I'm just in here rhymin'
I'm just in here coolin'
Playin' stupid on these n*ggas, I know what I'm doin'
n*ggas ain't really down, they just with the movement
n*gga say he gettin' money, n*gga, where your jewels at?
Certified, I ain't gotta prove it (Certified)
Gucci down, but my b*tch in Pucci (Gucci down)
Forgiats, what the f*ck is Rucci? (Forgiats)
A thousand beans stuffed in her—
[Chorus]
Ayy, I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, get her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, give her back then
I got racks in, call your best friend
Beat her back end, give her back then