In Love

[Chorus: Lil Skies]

I'm in love with my racks

I'm in love with my racks

I'm in love with my racks

I'm in love with my racks

I'm in love with my racks

I'm in love with my racks

I'm in love with my racks

I'm in love with my racks

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]

The money, I want it

Don't talk if you're frontin' with 50's and 100's

My bank, it be jumpin'

Bitch I'm hot like an oven

My niggas, we stuntin'

We came up from nothin'

These hoes want a function

I'm chillin', no cuffin

In Franklin I'm trustin'

No feelings or loving

I'm sorry I told ya

I'm ballin', I know

From hoes out they clothes to not being broke

To wearing that foreign that fresh out the store

From not having bitches to taking your hoes

I'm sorry, my nigga, I do this

My girl is a nudist, her booty so stupid

Niggas act foolish, that cash make 'em do it

That thing was so wet that I had to go Scooby, oh

I'ma have this bitch jumping when the lights down

Bring the mic's out

Niggas think they nice now

Better pipe down

Who you with? We can fight row

16 and I brought my whole town

Booty so fat it would still weight 8 pounds, ha

Let's talk more cake now, ha

Spit fire at your face now

Never been a type to really flex

But I'm taking shots to the face, pow

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Skies]

I'm in love with my racks

I just count a couple stacks

Spend it all and make it back

Money never does subtract, bitch

[Chorus: Lil Skies]

I'm in love with my racks (Ho)

I'm in love with my racks (Ho)

I'm in love with my racks (Ho)

I'm in love with my racks (Ho)

I'm in love with my racks

[Bridge: Lil Skies]

Want 50's and Franklins (And Frankins, and Franklins)

See me getting famous (Getting famous, getting famous)

Had to make a couple changes (Couple changes, couple changes)

Now they know what my name is (What my name is, what my name is)

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]

I want it all

The bitches and cars

These girls say they love me, don't think that they know

That I might just turn up and sell out these shows

From coming from nothing and being called dope

I just want them racks 'cause them racks all I know

From finessing these tracks to spending them, facts

I started from basements to spending that crack, huh

Hold up, I'ma step out with my new bitch

My old bitch wearing gold like she so rich

If you wanna hang out on this side

You gotta be savage on some cold shit

All my niggas getting money off the free way

And you broke boy clothes of of eBay

And we do shit big, never did the cheap way

Always been a real nigga, why you acting cliche, ah