London Lorin - Racks 2

Aye (aye, aye, aye, aye, ooh)
Young london
We get them muthafuckin bands
Stack that money up to the fuckin ceiling (you know)
We get them muthafuckin bands (aye)
Stack that money up to the fuckin ceiling

You say you the man, well bitch i'm the man too
You say you got straps, well i keep them straps too
You say you got bands, well i got them bands too
I'm just a young n**** having, bitch i got racks too
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (yeah, yeah)
You say you the man, well bitch i'm the man too
You say you got racks, well i got them racks too (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I keep a glizzy, this shit gettin sticky
I keep them racks on me n****, like diddy
Onе of the hottest n***** in your city
I got three bitches on mе, and its litty
Aye, beat up your block
Money on me, and this shit ain't gone stop
They claiming they ballin, but they pocket watch
They hating on me cause i sit at the top
(aye, aye, aye)
These n***** they broke forreal (forreal)
These n***** they cap forreal (yeah)
I got that sack forreal
Now she wanna plack forreal
(aye) singin amazing grace
(aye) young n**** made a way
(aye) fuck what a hater say
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't fuck wit bitches, if these hoes be basic
If i eat the pussy, then she gotta shave it
I don't wanna talk, if we ain't talkin payments
I'm all bout my racks, so yeah you gotta pay me
I came from that bottom, i'm talkin bout the basement
I jump in that booth, and a n**** go crazy
I'm gettin these racks all type of ways
Bitch, i got the drip like a tidal wave
You say you the man, well bitch i'm the man too
You say you got straps, well i keep them straps too
You say you got bands, well i got them bands too
I'm just a young n**** having, bitch i got racks too
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (yeah, yeah)
You say you the man, well bitch i'm the man too
You say you got racks, well i got them racks too (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Give a fuck bout a n****, i want me a m&m's
Bitch, i'm on top like a motherfuckin rim
I fucked her one time, now she want it again
This ice on my neck, its that shit they can't stand
Twenty four to a young n**** land
Up life, up life i'm peter pan
N***** hate cause they know i'm the man
Rack race to the motherfuckin bands (aye)
Do you got a plan (aye)
Cause you n***** you broke as fuck
You know what i'm saying (aye)
Cause you n***** don't own enough (aye)
Don't try to compare (aye)
Cause this shit here is rare (aye)
And you know what i'm saying (aye)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
These n***** they hate cause they in they feelings
Don't care what they say, they know i'm the illest
I hop in that booth, and i motherfuckin kill it
If she broke, i don't want no dealings
Diamonds on my neck, i'm just chilling
Rich shit, n**** i can feel it
Big clip, case these n***** iffy
Stack that money straight to the ceiling
You say you the man, well bitch i'm the man too
You say you got straps, well i keep them straps too
You say you got bands, well i got them bands too
I'm just a young n**** having, bitch i got racks too
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (aye)
Bitch i got racks too (yeah, yeah)
You say you the man, well bitch i'm the man too
You say you got racks, well i got them racks too (yeah, yeah, yeah)