Rackz SKY & Sanikwave

[Intro: Yeat & Playboi Carti]
All my money got fatter (Yeah)
Racks, way too tall (Yeah)
Racks, way too tall (Yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Racks, way too fat (Yeah)
Racks, way too fat (Yeah)
I went and got me baguettes (SK-SK-SK-SKY; yeah, yeah-yeah)

[Chorus]
All my money got fatter (Yeah)
Racks, way too tall (Yeah)
Racks, way too tall (Yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Racks, way too fat (Yeah)
Racks, way too fat (Yeah)
I went and got me baguettes (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I went and copped me the 'Vette (Yeah)
Went in Chanel with a twenty band
And I left with a whole lotta bags (Yeah)
Label been calling my ass
Labеl been watching my ass (Yeah)
I got a whole lotta racks (Yeah)
Told ‘еm I’m gon’ have to pass

[Verse]
Whole lotta shit ain't funny
I get a whole lotta money (Yeah)
Whole lotta shit I ain't with (Yeah)
Whole lotta people been running (Yeah)
I gotta call up my bitch
I told my bitch I'm a junkie (Off the boot up)
I'm a junkie that get me some money (Yeah)
I'm a junkie when it come to that money (Yeah)
Yeah, I took the Z65 by the crib with the fifth and the i8 in it (Yeah)
I need the GLE AMG 43, yeah, with a supercharged engine (Yeah)
Bitch tell me, what do you do? (What?)
I need some top in that coupe (Let's go)
Some twizzys red and some blue (Yeah)
Balenci' the shoe (Yeah, Balenci')
Bitch, I converse with the gods out here
My bitch a nine out of ten and she ate
When you living like this and you rich, it feel great
I won’t ever change, man, this ain't no way
We just took the top off the coupe, yeah, sideways
Don’t really get what I do, so at first, they gon’ hate
I’m the one who had started this shit
I’m the one took the top off the bitch
So I said goodbye, cut off my bitch (Yeah)
I can’t conversate with no snitch (Yeah)
Everything got taller, I only go for a dollar
All your shit got smaller
Your bitch give me brain like a scholar