Yeah yeah, my jeans they number nine
Li-like Tony Hawk, I'm on my grind
If it's 'bout racks, I got some time
I'm takin' your hoe, I'm makin' her mine
Countin' it fast, like I'm at the bank
[?] Houston, I ball and finesse
She tryna link, I tell her what next
I got your bitch, she say I'm the best
Yeah, my swag on a hunt
I'm takin' your bitch I'mma pass and I punt it
Yeah, take a brick at the function
Outside a bank we gon do some fucked shit (Fucked shit)
My bitch she disgustin'
I got some ice on my neck that shit bussin' (Bussin')
I don't do this for nothin'
I got the big racks, I'm out in London
Ayy, yeah
Yeah bitch I'm poppin' like Fanta (Fanta)
I feel like I'm Mike, I'm with your bitch
She dirty just like Diana (Diana)
I'm in the club, turnin' it up, at Magic City, Atlanta (Atlanta)
Say he got racks, but he dry like a fucking Savanna (Savanna)
I got yo' gun nigga get hit with the punk
That boy he a bitch, that boy he a punk
If it's 'bout racks, I'm sayin' wassup
I'm with my dogs, they goin' bark (Woof)
I remember when this bitch didn't fuck
I'm with my demons we runnin' them up
Yeah, I'm workin', 'cause I know they gon' hate
I'm countin' up my racks I can't wait
I'm rockin' Prada, I got designer
This bitch on her knees, she givin' me faith
I'm 'bout to go shoppin' at Neimans, yeah, I got some expensive taste