Racks, racks, racks (Trench money)

Get racks (Woah) , get racks (Woah) , get racks (Woah)

Pockets so big, I get racks

She come with me, that's a fact (Woah)

And you tried lie to her, she know the facts (Facts)

Yell at the phone, over text

You arguing too much, she need to relax

I'm off a Perc' 10, I'm over that

Ayy, I'm in here workin', but I'm relaxed

Get racks, get racks, get racks

Racks, racks (Go) , racks

Pockets on me, gettin' racks

You niggas broke and you know that's a fact

On the top floor countin' these racks

Pour me a four, had a whole heart attack

Man, the pint so big, had to tax

Say racks, some racks

Yeah, pint so big, showin' love (Love)

Came too far out the mud

I'm too geeked up, we off the drugs (Mud)

In Saint Laurent, you know that cost a ticket

Gen6, Glock 17 if you trippin'

He was talkin' online, now the fuck nigga missin'

All these snakes in the grass

man, these fuck niggas hissin'

Shoot up his house while that fuck nigga pissin'

And the chop shoot bullets so big, take a piece

And my plug is a Mexican woman, la titi

Chill out, bitch, you a student, I'm teachin'

With an extended mag, so I bet this chop reachin'

Like woah, I might really grant me a wish

I ain't wish for no Grammy's and shit

I don't want to be famous, you dig?

What do I wish for? Ain't that what you said?

Get racks, get racks, get racks

Get racks, get racks, get racks

These pockets on me, they get racks

These pockets get racks, so you know they get fat

I'ma need me some red how I work out a pack

In the trap house, she finna play with the sack

Get racks, get racks, get racks

Get racks, get racks, get racks