Rak$ Redda

[Chorus]
(It's fuckin' Redda, f—fucking Redda)
Yuh, huh
I came up, yeah I'm countin' these racks
Yeah I'm countin' these racks
That bitch so stupid, not gettin' me back
You want some revenge, not gettin' it back
I go through some shit, and I go make a track
I go spend me a check, but I go get it back

[Verse]
I was goin' too crazy, I had to relax (Huh, yeah)
I had to relax
In love with this money, cus' it got my back
I'm in love with them girls, I can't never lack
Got yo' bitch all on me, had to tell her move back
She [?] the way she do that
I be makin' this bread, they like, "How I do that?"
You gotta be smart and you gotta think fast
I'm ridin' 'round town, and I gotta go fast
If the cops get behind me, I gotta go fast
Finna hit like 200, 'boutta break the dash
Can't go out like this, I got too many bands (Yeah)
I'm on a ten, and I can't see (Yuh)
I know the [?], everybody see-through (Yeah)
I take a pill, yeah I might take a few (Yeah)
Opps [?], I don't know about you
[?]
No, I'm not done, yeah, no I'm not done
Yeah, yeah
Ridin' 'round town in a brand new (Mmm)
With a brand new (Mmm)
My chain so bright, this a brand new sun
Better go get right, you ain't makin' nun'
I might go get me some Jamaican [?]
You could look like me, if you makin' some
[?], had to wake em' up
Shout out to Virgil, he laced me up
[?], I'm finna lace him up
[?]
I'm really a [?], can't make this up
Might wanna grab yo' bitch cus' I might take her