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Ricky Racks
Can't go out there playin' when you see us, young rich niggas
Droppin' straight cash on whips
Flooded ice
I know you like
"How the f*ck these niggas got so much drip?"
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

I'm in the coupe, fo' sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I'm on froze (I'm on ice)
Put a lil' bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain't gold (gold)
You're gettin' exposed (you gettin' exposed)
Hop in the frog and leave (leave)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin' them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got them for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don't speak (nah)

None of my bitch ain't a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I'll take your life for this money (brr)
I took the top of the coupe, it's insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane
Audemars Pig' with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go 'Set, baller alert
Don't sip liquor, I'm only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, I want the money on the first
Ibag of the lotto, the cookie the sherbert
It's a murder in the nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin' like Julius Erving
Cookin' it early, dope get to singin' like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin' them thirties Steph Curry
Don't talk to me dirty 'cause my niggas goin' send thirty
Gave her the pink molly told that bitch, "Yeah, this curvy" (molly)
I might just f*ck her three times and then I'ma curve it(smash, smash)
Oh, my God, she said her feelings is hurtin' (Oh my God, woah)
Shut the f*ck up lil' thottie, suck it and slurp it
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin'? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it's family first

I'm in the coupe, fo' sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I'm on froze (I'm on ice)
Put a lil' bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain't gold (gold)
You're gettin' exposed (you gettin' exposed)
Hop in the frog and leave (leave)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin' them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got them for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don't speak (nah)

(Quavo)
Oh, my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (Oh my God)
Oh, my God, I had a foreign menage (Oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you flawed
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat it, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I'm not talkin' 'bout no thot, I'm talkin' your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf and jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain't never drove this Valet so I keep the key
Since she can't leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it's s'posed to be
Can't get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef
Now I can massage my seats

I'm in the coupe, fo' sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I'm on froze (I'm on ice)
Put a lil' bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain't gold (gold)
You're gettin' exposed (you gettin' exposed)
Hop in the frog and leave (leave)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin' them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got them for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don't speak (nah)
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Ricky Racks
Can't go out there playin' when you see us, young rich niggas
Droppin' straight cash on whips
Flooded ice
I know you like
"How the f*ck these niggas got so much drip?"
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga

I'm in the coupe, fo' sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I'm on froze (I'm on ice)
Put a lil' bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain't gold (gold)
You're gettin' exposed (you gettin' exposed)
Hop in the frog and leave (leave)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin' them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got them for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don't speak (nah)

None of my bitch ain't a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I'll take your life for this money (brr)
I took the top of the coupe, it's insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane
Audemars Pig' with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go 'Set, baller alert
Don't sip liquor, I'm only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, I want the money on the first
Ibag of the lotto, the cookie the sherbert
It's a murder in the nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin' like Julius Erving
Cookin' it early, dope get to singin' like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin' them thirties Steph Curry
Don't talk to me dirty 'cause my niggas goin' send thirty
Gave her the pink molly told that bitch, "Yeah, this curvy" (molly)
I might just f*ck her three times and then I'ma curve it(smash, smash)
Oh, my God, she said her feelings is hurtin' (Oh my God, woah)
Shut the f*ck up lil' thottie, suck it and slurp it
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin'? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it's family first

I'm in the coupe, fo' sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I'm on froze (I'm on ice)
Put a lil' bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain't gold (gold)
You're gettin' exposed (you gettin' exposed)
Hop in the frog and leave (leave)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin' them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got them for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don't speak (nah)

(Quavo)
Oh, my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (Oh my God)
Oh, my God, I had a foreign menage (Oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you flawed
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat it, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I'm not talkin' 'bout no thot, I'm talkin' your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf and jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain't never drove this Valet so I keep the key
Since she can't leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it's s'posed to be
Can't get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef
Now I can massage my seats

I'm in the coupe, fo' sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I'm on froze (I'm on ice)
Put a lil' bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain't gold (gold)
You're gettin' exposed (you gettin' exposed)
Hop in the frog and leave (leave)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin' them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got them for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don't speak (nah)
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Writer: Andrew Michael Castro, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Ricky Harrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.


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