Racks On Me – Christi
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Racks On Me

Intro

Yeah, walking with the racks on me
Yeah, got alotta cash on me
Yeah, walking with the racks on me
Yeah, got alotta cash on me

Chorus

Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Hold up
Got alotta cash on me, Trying to keep up but your gas on E
Aye
Want me 'cause the racks on me, Yeah now that bitch gonna throw it back on me
Damn
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Aye

Verse 1

Running bands up like a race, you not on my pace, you hoes cannot catch up to me
Your hoe she do what I say, it's not a debate, that hoe gotta answer to me
Pockets they full of blue faces, hop in a wraith, got whole lotta racks on thе seat
I'm getting cash evеry day, got racks in the safe, and hundreds they stuffed in my jeans
Aye
I'm getting money and you can't compete
I make what you make a month in a week
You know Christian got Diors on his feet
Told my bro Codi that this life is sweet
Not talking money then nigga don't speak
I turn an innocent bitch to a freak
That ain't yo bitch she belong to the street
Nigga I'm chasing the mill like I'm Meek
Damn
Not talking money then nigga don't talk to me
None of you niggas ain't stopping me, my pockets looking like I won the lottery
Like Twitter these bitches gonna follow me, y'all hoes like birds way these bitches gonna flock to me
And they see my flow and they copy me, let me show you how do this shit properly

Chorus

It go
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Hold up
Got alotta cash on me, Trying to keep up but your gas on E
Aye
Want me 'cause the racks on me, Yeah now that bitch gonna throw it back on me
Damn
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Aye
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Hold up
Got alotta cash on me, Trying to keep up but your gas on E
Aye
Want me 'cause the racks on me, Yeah now that bitch gonna throw it back on me
Damn
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Aye

Verse 2

New money, old hoes
Nigga i just bought a new rolex rose gold
Now I'm walking 'round wit blue hundreds, hoes know
Know that I'm a G, I ain't talking polo
Brand new watch, got a clock with some rocks in it
Niggas need to stop acting hard, they are not with it
Boy don't make me mad 'cause my bag got a Glock in it
Niggas trying to hate, its okay, I won't stop winning
Racks on me nigga, the racks on me nigga
I pull up, 10,000 in cash on me nigga
Cash going up like it's no gravity nigga
When I take your bitch I dress casually nigga
Your bitch disappear like it's magic lil nigga
Yeah that lil bitch she used to laugh at me nigga
Now she telling me she a fan of me nigga
Now I'm in her mouth like a cavity nigga
She like how I do my thing, on Insta you see me on your girlfriend's highlights
Please do not stare at my ring, might blind u, these karats ain't good for your eyesight
Nigga just look at my bling, my diamonds they shining with all of this white light
Your bitch want to be with a king, now she with me and we living that high life

Chorus

It go
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Hold up
Got alotta cash on me, Trying to keep up but your gas on E
Aye
Want me 'cause the racks on me, Yeah now that bitch gonna throw it back on me
Damn
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Aye
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Hold up
Got alotta cash on me, Trying to keep up but your gas on E
Aye
Want me 'cause the racks on me, Yeah now that bitch gonna throw it back on me
Damn
Walking with the racks on me, Young nigga got alotta cash on me
Aye

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