​they all fake?** Zelly Ocho

[Verse 1]
Now I got these rolls
Now I got these racks
Now I got some pressure on my back
Told her I'll be right back
I'm talkin' 'bout racks
Walk in this bitch with a thing
I might die by the racks
Gimme the racks
I blow it, I have it
That money I'm stackin'
I don't care about the static
I'm fuckin' the baddest
I'm high, my life ain't average
I'm a money savage
I be outside
I told her meet me outside
I'm lookin' on the bright side
If you try me you can die right
I'm just tryna get them racks right
I'm just tryna get them racks right
I'm just tryna get my money tight
When I seen love it was first sight
Fuckin' on that bitch and she a dime (Yeah)
I still bought her Number (N)ine (Yeah, yeah)
Treat that bitch like she my type (Yeah, yeah)
On them drugs, I don't care about the heights
Everybody got a bright
I need her
I don't wanna leave her
I had to get the bag first
I fuck around and lost her