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[Intro] Whole lotta racks (He slayed this one) Whole lotta yeah, Whole lotta racks (Rision, fuck this shit up) Whole lotta yeah, yeah [Chorus] Whole lotta racks Whole lotta cash Whole lotta bags (Yeah) Whole lotta racks (Yeah) Whole lotta cash (Yeah) Whole lotta bands (Yeah) Whole lotta stash (Yeah) Whole lotta crack (Yeah) Whole lotta tweakers They would eat a crack You would eat a rack We can get a wack We can get a splash Whole lotta cash Whole lotta racks You can’t get a tax You can’t get a bag Number (N)ine is back Baguettes on baguette I don’t even stretch We can get a Vans Whole lotta tax Yeah I got a tax Show her whole lotta cash And I know is kinda fit Got some Dior kicks Bought a jacket, made it ref’ When they ask me lotta questions, “How I do?” It’s like that ‘Cause I’m Yeat and I’m geeked And I’m really like that Imma beat, Imma sleep Imma geek about that She’s a Snapchat freak, bitch, ? Bitch said want my money so I don’t even care Yeah, life’s not fair [Verse] So what? So what? I had to do and I did it (Oho, yeah) So what? (So what?) I know I was wrong, but I’ll admit it (Oho, yeah) So what? (What?) It’s a million dollar bag wanna split it (Fuck you, yeah) So what? (So what?) They say really wanna see how I’ve been livin’, She say “Yeah” We some million dollar kids I put the money bout a shoe, but this shit gift And I know they watchin’, they won’t get the how we live Got two freaky bitches they’ve been drinkin’ on the fifth And I know you wanna stand it, but the shit not what it is Stackin’ bottles, fuckin’ bread and pop the shit it’s like a [?] Label heard they wanna make me ? to the bitch Put the 20 milligram inside my body, what is it? It was lotta fuckin’ diamonds on my body, look at this Why the hell you think you with me, what the fuck you even do? You ain’t even do shit, you better off go on the school This a demon, there’s some red There’s a whole lotta rules Now my wrist leakin’, got a private jet, my juice Now on private jet on a flight with a lotta booze Gotta handle shit, so how can i lose? I won’t ever switched up, don’t get it confused, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Whole lotta racks Whole lotta racks Yeah Whole lotta racks Whole lotta yeah [Chorus] Whole lotta racks Whole lotta cash Whole lotta bags (Yeah) Whole lotta racks (Yeah) Whole lotta cash (Yeah) Whole lotta bands (Yeah) Whole lotta stash (Yeah) Whole lotta crack (Yeah) Whole lotta tweakers They would eat a crack You would eat a rack We can get a wack We can get a splash Whole lotta cash Whole lotta racks You can’t get a tax You can’t get a bag Number (N)ine is back Baguettes on baguette I don’t even stretch We can get a Vans Whole lotta tax Yeah I got a tax Show her whole lotta cash And I know is kinda fit Got some Dior kicks Bought a jacket, made it ref’ When they ask me lotta questions, “How I do?” It’s like that ‘Cause I’m Yeat and I’m geeked And I’m really like that Imma beat, Imma sleep Imma geek about that She’s a Snapchat freak, bitch, ? Bitch said want my money so I don’t even care Yeah, life’s not fair [Outro] Yeah