Текст песни Racks on Me - Favour Abel feat. Slim Sonic

Woahhh, woahh
Pull up got the keys to my city
Reppin' Houston like my name is Whitney
Yea this lifestyle I live, yea it's pretty
Yes these niggas they wish they could be me
Only you place you see me is the TV
Got a rhinestone belt yea it's BB
I make plays like I play in the big league
I count cash, I do it on repeat
Racks on me, racks, racks
YSL Jeans, niggas be talking, but don't speak facts, they just talk out they ass
Italian leather that's my bag, yea I fell in love with the cash
I count the racks like cheese, I'm hot like 300 degrees
Stay fly like a bumblebee, I live life with new memories
Anything I want, I just dream
Get the green, call it celery
I'm a young rebel, with a new regime
My money long, like a limousine
I feel like the dream, like my name Hakeem

I'm talkin shit like I was a reverend
I'm not new to this yea I been a veteran
Got the sour D I just treat it like medicine
I believe in myself like the New Testament
Too much cash in my socks
Why these niggas all on my crotch
Like a watchtower I'll never fall
I do magic, like John Wall
When it's my turn, imma just ball
H-Town hero, like Paul Wall
Don't got no fear, imma stand tall
In my life imma have it all

Racks on me, racks, racks
YSL Jeans, niggas be talking, but don't speak facts, they just talk out they ass
Italian leather that's my bag, yea I fell in love with the cash
I count the racks like cheese, I'm hot like 300 degrees
Stay fly like a bumblebee, I live life with new memories
Anything I want, I just dream
Get the green, call it celery
I'm a young rebel, with a new regime
My money long, like a limousine
I feel like the dream, like my name Hakeem

I walk with the mo'fuckin' racks
I walk with the mo'fuckin' packs
We sell and smoke out the pack
Me and my niggas will roll up your team, ya
I made six figs off some fiends, ya
Nigga be hating', cause I'm doing me
Every walk on the sidewalk, I disconnect from my thoughts
I disconnect from reality, black Air Force mentality
Niggas down bad, and it's sad to see
A nigga true colors always come out, when there's always a tragedy

Racks on me, racks, racks
YSL Jeans, niggas be talking, but don't speak facts, they just talk out they ass
Italian leather that's my bag, yea I fell in love with the cash
I count the racks like cheese, I'm hot like 300 degrees
Stay fly like a bumblebee, I live life with new memories
Anything I want, I just dream
Get the green, call it celery
I'm a young rebel, with a new regime
My money long, like a limousine
I feel like the dream, like my name Hakeem

Hakeem
Yeaa