Текст песни
Retarded with them racks
Racks on top of racks
Rubberband this, rubberband that
Retarded with them racks
Racks on top of racks
Rubberband this, rubberband that
Stupid fruity loud pack
That's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing
Shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I
Spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club
Throw it up if you got it
Money with them racks, call me Steve Urkel
Oops, my bad, did I do that on purpose?
Rims flip like acrobats
I threw them in the circus
Blunt sort of strong
Got me spinning 'round in circles
Racks on top of racks, what's up, long money
They just trying to put me on
But I got my own money
Trap still bunking, been getting money
Been fucking Monday through Sunday
I ball, running through those racks
You know I'ma bet it all
I want this and that
But I'm tearing up the wall
You can have her back, nigga
I don't want your broad
Nah, 'cause I ball, a boss
Stupid fruity swag, we say futuristic flavor
That make stupid swavor, I got stupid swavor
Clayton County shawty
Blowing kush up in the ay-er
Money over here, money over there
Stupid fruity loud pack
That's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing
Shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I
Spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club
Throw it up if you got it
Stupid fruity loud pack
That's all we smoking on
Futuristic swag, got her choosing
Shawty know I'm on
Hit the club with racks and I
Spend it 'cause I got it
Ballers in the club
Throw it up if you got it
Stupid fruity loud pack