Racks, racks

In the sack

Bitch you wack, wack

Bitch you

Bitch you wack, yeah

Racks, racks

In the sack

Ho you wack, wack

Bitch you

Bitch you wack, yeah

She gimme that neck like a king cobra

Hmm, I don't know her

Shorty booty shake like a rattlesnake

The way she can move she must do some yoga

Fill dat bag up, I hit the quota

Money making motherfucker, my diploma

Move too slow, hands low, just know this glock gone blow like a supernova

And now we taking over

By 'we' I mean me, I'm the sole composer

My soul to the devil on some full disclosure

Pen dipped in blood as I sign it over

Hot with the flow like I'm boiling over

Step into my inclosure, it'll all be over

You're fresh out of luck, no four-leaf clover

One look at your bitch and I'll win her over

Racks, racks

In the sack

Bitch you wack, wack

Bitch you

Bitch you wack, yeah

Racks, racks

In the sack

Ho you wack, wack

Bitch you

Bitch you wack, yeah

Cha-ching

Bitch, let it sing

Motherfuckers come at me as if I'm not the king

Calm it down a little on some little person ting

I am so high you could never clip my wings

Evidently, I'm the best

All the information point to that

Everybody want a little taste

Kiss a little bit under my waist

Any effort you put in's a waste

All you bitches sound like copy paste

I'm tryna develop my own way

I envelop the landscape with my shine everyday, hey

Racks, racks

In the sack

Bitch you wack, wack

Bitch you

Bitch you wack, yeah

Racks, racks

In the sack

Ho you wack, wack

Bitch you

Bitch you wack, yeah