Ronny J, Rain Klouds, leavemealone, 6ix9ine - RACKS lyrics

Oh my god, Ronny!

Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up

Money count up, money go in, ones flowin'
Brainstormin’ bought a AP just to flood it
I can't tell the time
Flew my bitch to Bora Bora
Just to catch a vibe four or five chains on
It got no Johnny Dangs on
Rings just like sunshine
I hope you got your shades on
I been stacking racks on racks
Don't need a bank loan
Pull up in an armored car
Might bring the bank home
Yeah, out this world, lights blare
Pull up and swerve (yeah)
Lots of hundreds, rubber banded
Keep it coming (yeah)

Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up

Off of my chain, no Johnny Dang
She wanna bang, I wanna hang
Shout out my main, fuck out my lane
I look to my gang, shoot up his vein
Look at my TEC, he looks upset
Get on my grip, shawty, you fit
Shawty, you thick, how do you count?
We need an ounce, tell me your balance
I do my dance, no money dance
Fuck an advance, she had a chance
I got a glance, we not the same
Look at my name, I am to blame
Just look at the dash, I need 250 in cash
We don’t fuck with no bitch, you a bitch
You done passed
And you know, around my city, ho
On my mama, gon' keep it a dash

Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Rack it up watch me stack and rack it up
She wanna fuck with the crew bet
I came in a coupe
Boy, and you would too for a video
Lotta racks on me just wanna see me out
Got a bad bitch, I take her out
Throw back bands, homie, yeah, you won't
Moving 8 ball, two radio
Got a problem, I end the shit
I be ready for smoke