Project Pat - Rack Racin lyrics

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you
Ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you
Ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Cash rules everything around me
I got old money so they
Cannot help but crown me
I been getting bread since jerry
Curls and niggas wearing beepers
Money is everything
Wanna learn I'ma teach ya
Old school Chevy with the peanut butter seats
Blood diamonds on my neck
Brand new Jordan's on my feet
And I keep that thing clocked just
In case you got some static
Need some beef in your diet
I'ma let you niggas have it
I'm so focused on that sack from
This rabbit or this crack
More commas for them dollar signs
Tunnel vision racks
Where I'm from being broke you
Get lost in the sauce
Flougin niggas get exposed out here
Wanna be a boss
And motherfuck a friend, only friend is Ben
He can buy me what I want
I protect him with the twins
Extendo loaded clips
Tryna rob you get killed
I got acrobatic dough like a
Pancake make it flip bitch

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you
Ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you
Ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Anytime I do it mane they know it's a movie
Loud and ciroc, bad bitches in Jacuzzi's
Your only living once so I ball out like Kemo
You fishes out here lost, tryna find you Nemo
Diamonds on my wrist shine like a Vegas Strip
If you ain't from my hood
Pull up on you make you dip
See the way I was built
Money first and pussy last
If a nigga ever cross
Cut him off ain't no pass
Ain't no givin', ain't no leeway
Real nigga shit all you rattin' ass niggas
Y'all can catch a full clip
All these pussy niggas hatin' cause
The money that I get
Rim size 26, taking selfies with your bitch
Every nigga with my clique
He is playing with a brick
She say money make her cum
Presidential suites and flicks
Only thing she want is dick
Always swallow never spit
Counting bread, getting head
I'm addicted to this shit mane

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you
Ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you
Ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen