Messed My Cash Up

[Verse 1]
Fuck my cash up and get it back (Fuck my cash up and get it back), yeah
Fuck my cash up and get it back (Yeah), yeah
Fuck my cash up and get it back (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Fuck up these racks and watch I get it back (Watch I get it back), yeah (Uh)
He runnin' from me I shot him in the back, yeah
She really ride, so I told her to [?] it (She really ride so I told her [?]), yeah
I really need me some racks

[Verse 2]
(Fuck my cash up and get it back)
Yeah, watch I blow your mind (Watch I blow your mind)
I need racks, I don't want dimes
I need racks, I don't want dimes
If you ridin' for me we on frontline (Yeah)
I got racks and it changed my mind, yeah
Fuck up the racks and gеt it right back
I can fit a whole P inside my backpack
She got somе racks, turned into a brat (Yeah)
I use to be down but I got back
Yeah, if you ridin' with me then you throw up a hat
And that bitch so bad, and I just take a glance
This shit get real, I got blood on my bands (Yeah, yeah)
(Senses)

[Interlude]
(I don't even do this shit)
Got my racks up

[Verse 3]
Got my racks up (Got my racks up)
Got my racks up (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, I fuck my racks up (Yeah)
I fuck my racks up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I fuck my racks up (I fuck my racks up)
I fuck my racks up (Fuck my racks up, up)

[Outro]
(Senses)