Racks In A Safe Gunna (Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I keep racks in a safe
I got Wock' mixed with a lil' bit of red, what a taste
I got rocks, my two finger ring is a snake
And then I had to call to make them clean up my place
I mean what I say
Forty-thousand dollars what I paid my lawyer to handle my case
All new Dolce and Gabbana, I'm runnin' my code, my whole team havin' they way
She wan' katana, I feel like Montana, button down with slacks on my waist
I got high, soon as I keep my money every single night I pray

[Verse 1: Gunna]
My bitch Madonna, I'm the real boss, you don't want me to get her [?]
Call me Young Gunna or Gunna Wunna just long as you mention my name
On the top, numbers, young don dada, put money all over your brain
Keep it one hundred, put my brothеr up on it and teach him the game
Frеsh with no stain, I got ice in my chain
This a new Richard Mille plain, watch me whip it, RS range
Dropped a four in a Minute Maid, took your whore, she get slayed
In a Urus, me and my main, I was at a [?] in a cage
Elliot put baguettes in my Franck Muller, hey
I'm rich as fuck, you can ask my jeweler, hey
Had a compact, now my big brother had a Ruger, hey
They learn from all my moves, I'm like a tutor, hey