AR Fiteen - Racks Neva Fold Lyrics

I got it out of the mud, yeah my pockets obese
I gotta pay off the neighbors make sure they don't call the police
All day I think about money you know I can count in my sleep
We gotta stick to the schedule
Can't be afraid to let it go
When they gone raid you neva know
Just got a new car and I'm tryin' to see how far it go
These racks neva fold, These racks neva fold
These racks neva fold, These racks neva fold

It's a cold cold world I gotta gun in my coat
I want some more drugs yeah, I can have fun on my own
I give em' no f*cks yeah I want that bread by the loaf
She a boujie lil bitch she want Chanel no Coach
Yeah, pop me like 2 of them 10's
I'm in another dimension
All of these niggas to broke
Can't even pay you attention
Know I'm get me some money
Cause my fingers itching
Calling me while I'm in traffic, I let it ring I'm busy
Don't get to close I got it
Pockets sumo, I'm solid
Dope prices up and down
Just like you know hydraulics
Don't you play with my cheese you lactose intolerant
Pick it up then I'm out of here, out of here

I got it out of the mud, yeah my pockets obese
I gotta pay off the neighbors make sure they don't call the police
All day I think about money you know I can count in my sleep
We gotta stick to the schedule
Can't be afraid to let it go
When they gone raid you neva know
Just got a new car and I'm tryin' to see how far it go
These racks neva fold, These racks neva fold
These racks neva fold, These racks neva fold