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[intro]
man you know i got racks n*gga, yeah i get to the racks n*gga
yeah you know i’ma bag addict man i gotta get racks n*gga
man i’m totin’ a bag at it, while i’m getting these racks n*gga
(yeah)

[verse 1]
man i’m getting these racks n*gga
yeah i’m getting these racks n*gga(racks, racks)
yeah i’m countin’ these racks sittin’ on my ass n*gga
yeah they used to be quiet, n*gga he a bag getter
got me a bag and i just put my hand in it
all of this smoke in my lungs i might damage ’em
i don’t give no f*ck boy i ain’t no amateur
model b*tch and she look good with no lashes
b*tch i’m masked up, yeah this sh*t is raf simmons
b*tch i really give no f*ck ’bout bad image
yeah ’cause i got me a f*ckin’ bad image
i love touchin’ money more than bad b*tches
i love touchin’ money more than fashion
but i love myself, poured up some muddy
’cause i can’t talk to you n*ggas when it’s not sunny
when i’m with the gang everything funny
’cause we wrappin’ the wood in the paper like a mummy dummy
disrespect i could throw a rack in your face
give a f*ck ’bout a past, seein’ better days
b*tch i’m cheifin’ this gas to the f*ckin’ face
yeah my lungs got a title, like heavyweight
remember me and gang eatin’ off paper plates
now we sittin’ on racks makin’ paper plays
yeah we countin’ up racks n*gga
yeah we countin’ up racks n*gga
watch it levitate
[bridge]
dye my hair dark blue like an anime
you could put real trapper on my resume
in the past i was broken then i met the gang
now a young n*gga seein’ money everyday
gettin’ them racks n*gga, yeah i’m gettin’ them racks n*gga
(yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah) yeah i’m coutin’ up racks n*gga
yeah, uh

[verse 2]
yeah i’m getting these racks n*gga
yeah i’m getting these racks n*gga
yeah i’m countin’ these racks sittin’ on my ass n*gga
man this sh*t funny ’cause i was a class ditcher
now i go in every time like it’s off of the glass n*gga
man i see the numbers like the matrix
b*tch i’m countin’ up cake smokin’ cake b*tch
money minute*maid like i sip lemonade
while my feet kickin’ up in them asics
anti*social on a daily basis
i can’t f*ck with you n*ggas, you fake sh*t
get straight to them racks, yeah i ain’t ‘gon pay sh*t
b*tch i’ma split, like tabi*toes in maison’s
yeah it feel safe when i ain’t thumbin’ through them hundreds
yeah my heart cold like the winter
but i’ma hot n*gga like the f*ckin’ summer when i’m touchin’ all them f*ckin’ digits
b*tch i’m drippin’ ksubi black denim
and that b*tch fell in love with my bad image
and i don’t give a f*ck ’bout a bad image
[outro]
gotta get to them racks n*gga
gotta get to them racks n*gga
gotta get to them racks n*gga
racks n*gga, gotta get to them racks n*gga
gotta get to them racks n*gga

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