Lyrics Racks on Racks - Sam Kramer

Racks on Racks

Yah, yah-yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
Yah, hundreds on my bed
Sexting with the bill
Roses in my wallet and I’m flexing it for real
Racks on racks on racks
I look like rookie of the year
Frontin' with the cash
It’s getting moody over here
Hundreds on my bed
Sexting with the bill
Roses in my wallet and I’m flexing it for real
Racks on racks on racks
I look like rookie of the year
Frontin' with the cash
It’s getting moody over here
I’m on my bling-bling song, yah
I could do this all day long now
I don’t know where I belong now
Tell me where it all went wrong, yah, now, yah
Oh no, no, oh plase don’t go
I got shows, I’m on the road
I’m headd home, and where that at?
I don’t know but all these flows
Made me mad, I got a cold
And what’s my goal?
To be or not to be Da Tooby
Making up my mind while I’m puffin on that doobie
When I’m on my own, can’t stop thinking ‘bout my roomies
Please don’t call my phone, can’t you see I’m with the Ruby’s, Ruby, Ruby
I got a brand new whip, red and gold, yeah
Hop up in that backseat of that foreign
Don’t nobody try somethings and call me your opponent
Got a bunch of commas, then I roll up with the Rolex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yah, hundreds on my bed
Sexting with the bill
Roses in my wallet and I’m flexing it for real
Racks on racks on racks
I look like rookie of the year
Frontin' with the cash
It’s getting moody over here
Hundreds on my bed
Sexting with the bill
Roses in my wallet and I’m flexing it for real
Racks on racks on racks
I look like rookie of the year
Frontin' with the cash
It’s getting moody over here
Yeah I’m licking at my lollipop
And my Momma startin' to ask me where my money from
And my Papa he gone call me when that po-po come
See me run up on that hill like I’m at Comic-con
Ooh, when I’m sober I don’t wanna front
Ooh, cop that polo right from amazon
Catching feelings like them buddies you ratted on
Straight up of the plane, yeah I’m running from Babylon
What you planning on?
Yah, hundreds on my bed
Sexting with the bill
Roses in my wallet and I’m flexing it for real
Racks on racks on racks
I look like rookie of the year
Frontin' with the cash
It’s getting moody over here
Hundreds on my bed
Sexting with the bill
Roses in my wallet and I’m flexing it for real
Racks on racks on racks
I look like rookie of the year
Frontin' with the cash
It’s getting moody over here