Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh
I'm on a hunt, for them racks
I-I run it up, like some laps (Yeah)
I call my troops, they run and attack
I can't trust none, I'm watchin' my back
Niggas be fake, take off the mask
Countin' the cake, but I need a bag
Racks in my jeans, it's making me sag
Countin' so much, I gotta switch hands
Yeah, ayy, ooh
Feeling the drugs in my body
I need the racks, she feelin' on me
Got designer, yeah, Margiela my teeth
Counting your bitch, I'm sorry not sorry
I got the mo'fuckin' [?] they on me
Walk in the club with different titty
Want, the big racks
Show me the money I'm not 'bout to chit-chat
I'm not with that talk now, fix it then get tossed out
Mason on me when I walk out
In the fast car then I hop out
They know I am a boss now
Might go to Neiman to shop now
Ya
I know they be plottin' on me, I know they be plottin', plottin'
I know they be plottin' on me, I know they be plottin', plottin'
I know they be plottin' on me, I know they be plottin', plottin'
Yeah, ayy, yeah
I'm ready to go
I walk into the motherfucking bank, but [?]
I feel like Tomb Raider, I got your bitch, she on a rope
Walk around I'm faded, designer denim I'm doin' the most
I'm on a hunt, for them racks
I-I run it up, like some laps
I call my troops, they run and attack
I can't trust none, I'm watchin' my back
Niggas be fake, take off the mask
Countin' the cake, but I need a bag
Racks in my jeans, it's making me sag
Countin' so much, I gotta switch hands
I'm on a hunt, for them racks
I-I run it up, like some laps
I call my troops, they run and attack
I can't trust none, I'm watchin' my back
Niggas be fake, take off the mask
Countin' the cake, but I need a bag
Racks in my jeans, it's making me sag
Countin' so much, I gotta switch hands