20 Racks

[Intro: Jesse Rutherford] Yeah, uh I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch I got the hook [Chorus: Jesse Rutherford] Yeah, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch Uh, she my bad little bitch Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch Yeah, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch [Verse 1: Jesse Rutherford] Yeah, we're attached at the hip I keep her close like a magnet and shit, oh I pay the bill and she's grabbing a tip, woah, uh Holdin' hands in the lift, yeah She knows I'm nuts like a pea (She knows I am) Uh, she knows I suck on the teat (She knows I do) Uh, she knows I'm with Larry League (Oh) Yeah, she knows I'm part of the team Wait, we might be all kinda late (Sorry) Cooking in the studio, getting baked (Smoke) Uh, yeah, coming back home with some cake (Uh) Wait, then I take her out on a date, uh (I do) Spoiling her like she milk (Woah) LV all over her wallet, Chanel in her closet Her pockets stay filled, uh Popping the tag like a pill, uh Baby don't know how to chill, uh Cut off your friends, oh, for real, uh I keep it G, that's for guilt, woah [Chorus: Jesse Rutherford] Yeah, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch Yeah, she my bad little bitch Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch Uh, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch Yeah, I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch [Bridge: Jesse Rutherford] Coo-coo, mhm I do, I do, I do, I do Yeah, uh [Verse 2: Larry Loudpack] Get your cash, do your dance, I know you got to Like this knot in my pants, I always got you This bitch the best dope ever, I done quit the dog food Still a dog, tell your friend to come along too We was in The Neighbourhood, that's your crib on a wrist Rice and CÉLINE bags, then she getting dismissed And when she get home, have me pleading the fifth Doin' nothing with that, yeah, she need some of this Icy wind chill, yeah, got 'em feeling 3 negative Hit the islands for the summer, she said she never been Tryna bite like a tick but she blow like a bomb 20 racks and Saint Laurent, that's all over my arm [Verse 3: Randy of Larry League] Can't make all the bread so you wish you was him I'ma pull up in a Benz with like a hunnid bands All this water on my neck, look like I went for a swim I'ma show you this, why I'm hot, you already missed How you looking like a fan? I can't control how to spin I'ma walk up in the court, I need all the evidence And I arrive at arenas and your bitch wanna pay I ain't lying, spent 20 thousand on Shakira heels [Chorus: Jesse Rutherford] Yeah, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch Uh, she my bad little bitch Ride or die even if we crash in that bitch Uh, I just spent like 20 racks on that bitch Yeah, I just wrote like 20 tracks with that bitch Uh, yeah, she my bad little bitch [Outro: SenseiATL] (She a bad little bih) Got a bad little bih and she off the leash (Goddamn) When she pulls up on me, she gon' suck me like a leech (Goddamn) She love the lifestyle, somethin' like Robin Leach (Goddamn) Damn, rich [?] on my jeans and on my feet They cannot compete, I'm balling in these streets Simpin', gettin' stuck up in the mud like Cleese (Like Cleese, bitch, damn)