RACK LOVE 가사

In a two door coupe, bitch, I like to go fast Got a bag from Louis to fit all my racks Asked a bitch what it do, can you hold to my strap All my fingers blue 'cause I'm blowing through these bags So I told him get your cash up 200 hundred on the dash, wait Checks on the chain Now your bitch throw her ass up Catch up, I could never fuck a lame bitch Married to the game, bitch I just want my racks up I said pay me if you hate me I could never give a fuck where the fakes be Shawty crazy Yeah, I'd let her cum but I'd never let her date me Might have fell in love but I'll never let her save me Smoke a blunt filled with OG with my brodie Back then they were never checking what they owed me Clocked in, paid in, I ain't moving slowly Back ends locked in, they won't ever know me God damn, why she blowing up my phone I spent fucking 10 bands on that Louis and that Chrome Oh, they telling me I can't so I got it on my own I don't think I'll ever land, I get higher every song In a two door coupe, bitch, I like to go fast Got a bag from Louis to fit all my racks Asked a bitch what it do, can you hold to my strap All my fingers blue 'cause I'm blowing through these bags So I told him get your cash up 200 hundred on the dash, wait Checks on the chain Now your bitch throw her ass up Catch up, I could never fuck a lame bitch Married to the game, bitch I just want my racks up Love my designer I just did a show and I got 50k in Prada Can't stay cold, I got haters to Nevada Everything gold, I got everything I wanna And your daughter Don't make me walk out Put my fam on the scene, I pull my Glock out Bitch, I like green beams and that chop sound I got bands for the team but you cropped out Yeah, you cropped out, yeah Y'all be talking 'bout the same things like bang bang You ain't got no chain chain or that Range Range You a cop out, you ain't ever gonna maintain Had to block out all that fake love with a Plain Jane In a two door coupe, bitch, I like to go fast Got a bag from Louis to fit all my racks Asked a bitch what it do, can you hold to my strap All my fingers blue 'cause I'm blowing through these bags So I told him get your cash up 200 hundred on the dash, wait Checks on the chain Now your bitch throw her ass up Catch up, I could never fuck a lame bitch Married to the game, bitch I just want my racks up