Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Racks on Racks, artist - Sam Kramer. Album song The Facts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.06.2017
Record label: Epidemic Sound
Song language: English
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 |