Текст песни Racks Up - Fimiguerrero

(Oke)
I throw the racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra-racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra-racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra-racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra- (Eh hehn)
Dolce and Gabbana
I don't want wahala
Bought a bag for all the times
She took cassava in my manor
And I like the stand-up comedy
They talking 'bout some money they ain't never made
These niggas make me "Haha"
I know she like my swagger
She off that Hannah Montana from Panama
The way I'm in her legs just like a panna
Kaka, your money marga
Mine fat like Santa
She used to call me bro but money turn it Alabama
Touring overseas
I got foreign bitches on their knees
Trying to ask me please
With this money she would drink my piss (Eurgh)
All these bitches on my dick
You can't tell me shit, I'm fucking rich
They're trying to cat my fits
They look like me from wish
I'm fucking lit, legit
I spend a band of fake Balenci kits
I took her Maccies
You took her Hakka, still couldn't get a kiss
You fucking dipshit, while my dick covered in lipstick
She glued to me like Pritt Stick
Another new tick on my hit list
I throw the racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra-racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra-racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra-racks up
And I spend racks up
Ra-ra-ra
(Explosion)