Rack Racin Project Pat

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[Hook: Project Pat]
Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo
And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar
My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Cash rules everything around me
I got old money so they cannot help but crown me
I been getting bread since jerry curls and niggas wearing beepers
Money is everything, wanna learn I'ma teach ya
Old school Chevy with the peanut butter seats
Blood diamonds on my neck, brand new Jordan's on my feet
And I keep that thing clocked just in case you got some static
Need some beef in your diet, I'ma let you niggas have it
I'm so focused on that sack from this rabbit or this crack
More commas for them dollar signs, tunnel vision racks
Where I'm from being broke you get lost in the sauce
Flougin niggas get exposed out here wanna be a boss
And motherfuck a friend, only friend is Ben
He can buy me what I want, I protect him with the twins
Extendo loaded clips, tryna rob you get killed
I got acrobatic dough like a pancake make it flip bitch