Rossa Skywalka - Racks On Me

Whole lotta money got racks on me
Popping my shit with a capital p
Wanna spend time but my shit ain't cheap
Getting to the money 7 days of the week
Hit it from the back cause I know she a freak
Gotta cut em off when they turn to a leech
Gotta keep it real always practice what you preach
Coming from the trenches now we headed to the beach
Whole lotta money got racks on me
Popping my shit with a capital p
Wanna spend time but my shit ain't cheap
Getting to the money 7 days of the week
Hit it from the back cause I know she a freak
Gotta cut em off when they a turn to a leech
Gotta keep it real always practice what you preach
Coming from the trenches now we headed to the beach
I'm popping got racks I'm so lit call the fire man
I'm on that drop Gary Payton got me high again
Im so high imma crawl on the wall just like spider man
Bitch on my dick say she need me like oxygen
I get hot as the sun you can't turn on no ceiling fan
Spent a grip on the drip i done dropped me a couple bands
I get them bows on the road we gone send them in
Serving that xotti I got some Vicodin
I exit the mazi they go in a coma
I exit the rarri they smell marijuana
I be with bosses cause I am a owner
Having my way I can do what I wanna
I fuck your bitch she gone come when I want her
Pick up a load when I'm in Arizona
Shipping them bows all the way Oklahoma
I'm outta town in a rented Tacoma
Bitch I be moving from city to city
They giving me problems I give em the glizzy
Gooping these niggaz till I make em dizzy
I dropped a bag and the penny was pretty
Hop out the Vic then I get in the lotus
Cut off them niggaz you gotta stay focused
I got no breaks and I can't see me stopping
Gotta go up cause that's the only option
Whole lotta money got racks on me
Popping my shit wit a capital p
Wanna spend time but my shit ain't cheap
Getting to the money 7 days of the week
Hit it from the back cause I know she a freak
Gotta cut em off when they turn to a leech
Gotta keep it real always practice what you preach
Coming from the trenches now we headed to the beach
Whole lotta money got racks on me
Popping my shit wit a capital p
Wanna spend time but my shit ain't cheap
Getting to the money 7 days of the week
Hit it from the back cause I know she a freak
Gotta cut em off when they turn to a leech
Gotta keep it real always practice what you preach
Coming from the trenches now we headed to the beach

Written by:
Reginald Hardemon

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