Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks on me
Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks
I done flipped a couple packs and got some racks
And I started off with shit to be exact
Now I'm thumbin' through a bag, broke bitches mad
Mansion in the sticks, half a million dollar pad
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah
This that racks talk, my dawg he got rich off sellin' Fentanyl
Lately poppin' pills, it ain't no Tylenol
Like I'm in the NBA, bitch, all I do is ball
I'm just thumbin' through a bag, could give a fuck bout y'all
They ain't wanna give that boy a chance, I had to kick the door
Remember when I got my first rack, I need a hunnid more
Then I need a hunnid more, then I need a hunnid more
I just spent like thirty-five hunnids on some jeans, though
Who are you, you ain't got no rank who the fuck are you,
Mad at me cause that bad bitch don't wanna fuck with you
She with me And she givin' sloppy-toppy, ain't no roof
How the fuck, cause you know I got the motherfuckin' juice
Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb
Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb through the quap
Boy, I'm way too rich to beef with you, you need to stop
I ain't gotta do a thing, my bro make bodies drop
Yeah, I'm from the apartments, but I'm thinkin' bout goin' pop
I might sign a deal for half a million, maybe not
I was in that kitchen whippin', whippin' in that pot
You could fuck with me, you broke ass boy you need to stop
Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks on me
Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks
I done flipped a couple packs and got some racks
And I started off with shit to be exact
Now I'm thumbin' through a bag, broke bitches mad
Mansion in the sticks, half a million dollar pad
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah