TOO MANY RACKS

[Intro]
(Too many racks in my wallet to fold)
(Uh, I just been makin' this money my own, huh)

[Chorus]
(Go, go)
Too many racks in my wallet to fold (Yeah, yeah)
I just been makin' this money my own
I just been makin' this money my lonely (My lonely)
Talkin' that shit, but that pussy boy phony (Phony)
Huh, he ain't never spin on no one (No one, yeah)
Less talkin', bro brought out his big guns (Guns, yeah)
Less talkin', lil' bitch, I'ma get some (Yeah, yeah)
That lil' choppa on me finna rip some' (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna play with my boy, bro, you so dumb
Got percussion, the Drac' with a big drum (Yeah, yeah)
Not discussin', lil' bitch, you is on some'
Never gave no fucks, no, not one (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I know I'm the best in this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My lil' homie sippin' on Tec in this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stress 'bout a pack, we ain't stress 'bout a bitch (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause we knock 'em all off for talkin' that shit
'Cause we knock 'em off, talkin' that shit, boy, we gettin' you gone
Say he gon' pull up, what the fuck you on?
Where the fuck you at? Got a .45 bullet lined up to his back (Bop, bop)
Boy, I'm keepin' shit real, only speak facts (Yeah, yeah)
That boy'll keep talkin', get turned to a pack (Yeah, yeah)
He talk like he 'bout it, we know it's an act (Yeah, yeah)
I'm smokin' on cookie, mix that with the wax, uh

[Verse]
Uh, Brandon like geekin', know he buy the Perc', if he feel like it, maybe a Xan'
I just keep runnin' my money up, fuck what they talkin' 'bout, bitch, I'm just making these bands (Yeah)
(Uh-huh) I got that BAPE on my body, on me (Yeah)
Yeah, huh, I'm with lil' bro and he rockin' Rick Owens only
Huh, yeah, I got that black on my, black on my body
I got that ice on my wrist, I ain't talkin' no Tommy
None of my diamonds be fake, all of my shit just be flossin'
I hit up lil' bro and I tell him, "We bossin'"
I hit up your bitch and I told her to top me
I hit up your gang and I told 'em, "We toppin'"
I hit up your bitch, I don't need me a condom
Yeah, he tryna jump me, I pull up, we dot him
I got that VETS' on my body, he tryin' me
Fuck with the gang, and we pop him, we got him
Free shot with the free throw, [?]
Yeah, throwin' shots like I'm Rocky
[?] bitch pull up, [?]

[Chorus]
(Go, go)
Too many racks in my wallet to fold (Yeah, yeah)
I just been makin' this money my own
I just been makin' this money my lonely (My lonely)
Talkin' that shit, but that pussy boy phony (Phony)
Huh, he ain't never spin on no one (No one, yeah)
Less talkin', bro brought out his big guns (Guns, yeah)
Less talkin', lil' bitch, I'ma get some (Yeah, yeah)
That lil' choppa on me finna rip some' (Yeah, yeah)
Wanna play with my boy, bro, you so dumb
Got the [?], shoot a Drac' with a big drum (Yeah, yeah)
Not discussin', lil' bitch, you is on some'
Never gave no fucks, no, not one (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I know I'm the best in this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
My lil' homie sippin' on Tec in this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stress 'bout a pack, we ain't stress 'bout a bitch (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause we knock 'em all off for talkin' that shit
'Cause we knock 'em off, talkin' that shit, boy, we gettin' you gone
Say he gon' pull up, what the fuck you on?
Where the fuck you at? Got a .45 bullet lined up to his back (Bop, bop)
Boy, I'm keepin' shit real, only speak facts (Yeah, yeah)
That boy'll keep talkin', get turned to a pack (Yeah, yeah)
He talk like he 'bout it, we know it's an act (Yeah, yeah)
I'm smokin' on cookie, mix that with the wax, uh