Racks on Racks - Sam Kramer

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