F.G.M.G - Racks

You know im still racking
You know im still racking
You know we still racking
You know we still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
You know im still racking
You know im still racking
You know we still racking
You know we still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
Still doing me still racking that paper
Putting in the streets still packing for haters
Puffing on that dro with freaky bad ass whores
Money cars and clothes is all a nigga knows
If you dive into my world better knock down your nos
smoking on that loud sipping on that lean
And im fresh to death rip my jeans
How i be so cold and i be so fly
If you look up you probably see me in the sky
Niggas be on that hating shit
I be on that other shit
Niggas out here cuffing
I just one night a bitch
I aint getting hitched
Niggas want to diss me
Maybe take a hint
Tell them hating bitches
Get off of my dick trilly
If it still wasnt good i still would hit
Trilly though if she aint giving head
Then its adios
You know im still racking
You know im still racking
You know we still racking
You know we still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
You know im still racking
You know im still racking
You know we still racking
You know we still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
You know im still racking
Stacking money from the fucking floor
Every dollar i got to throw that
Every hundred i blow that
Got a bad bitch with them cartiers
She stupid thick no red bone
Im too fly autopilot
I been took off you on a paper plane
Love the money supposed to get it
Throwing money my favorite habit
Heading to the bank
While im laughing at you
You so broke you cant giggle
Ball out like miami
Chain so cold you can feel the breeze
Your money short like a teepee
Money tall Yao Ming
Road to success i can see the fame
Couple bad bitches im a love to tour
Kill the competition i can see there faces
Every opening the crowd is hype
Performing in the stadium
Im going to love them nights
Im going to love them flights
What the fuck you talking
Grind hard my team winning
You know im still racking
You know im still racking
You know we still racking
You know we still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
You know im still racking
You know im still racking
You know we still racking
You know we still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking
In the streets im still racking

Written by:
Benny Anderson, Dominique Anderson, Emanuel Norman JR, George Carter, Gino Childs JR, Prince Dortch

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