Future, Young Thug - Whole Lotta Racks lyrics

First let me hit my cup, uh
Let me hold my tuss, uh, huh shit
DY on the track
Countin' up a whole lotta racks yeah, uh

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
I got a hoe with a text, uh
I put a million in max, uh
I put a song in the sex, uh
I gotta fly like it’s nasa, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh
I hit that hoe from the back, uh

I got some ice in my cup
And I’m flawless, uh, uh, uh, uh
I hit your hoe last night and unrolled it
Live in the sky on a jet
Got an extendo on the tech
Soon as they see the baguette
I put chinchilla on the carpet
Choppas gon' dead like New Orleans
I pass that hoe to my woadie
I fully loaded my Rollie
I woke up today I was high
I woke up today in the sky
Let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it (Freeband)
From city to city to city to city, to city
They with it, they with it, they with it
They let me bust on their titties
I spin it, I spin it, I spin it
I try to forget it
I'm callin' the shots, nigga
Future lieutenant

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
I got a hoe with a text, uh
I put a million in max, uh
I put a song in the sex, uh
I gotta fly like it’s nasa, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh

Thugger did you hit my hoe, yea, yea, yea
Yea
Thugger did you wipe my nose, yea, yea, yea
Yea
Thugger is you for show, yea, yea, yea, yea
Your money tall like a fro, yea, yea, yea
Yea (On God)
They can't see inside I got
Tints on the rear, rear
Hit em in the back just
Like Ricky, drop the beer, beer
Private plane, tag on the wing and the rear
Rear hop up out the jet
Fly as a bird I got bees on the gears
Dab in the fashion, she perfect
I got her now she plastic
I taught her how to go and get the cash
She came fast
You better not giver her no money cause all
She do is bringin' it to dad (Jeffery)

Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
I got a hoe with a text, uh
I put a million in max, uh
I put a song in the sex, uh
I gotta fly like it’s nasa, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit the hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh
I hit your hoe from the back, uh