Vibe God - HUNDRED RACKS! Lyrics

Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks on me
Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks
I done flipped a couple packs and got some racks
And I started off with shit to be exact
Now I'm thumbin' through a bag, broke bitches mad
Mansion in the sticks, half a million dollar pad
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah
This that racks talk, my dawg he got rich off sellin' Fentanyl
Lately poppin' pills, it ain't no Tylenol
Like I'm in the NBA, bitch, all I do is ball
I'm just thumbin' through a bag, could give a f*ck bout y'all
They ain't wanna give that boy a chance, I had to kick the door
Remember when I got my first rack, I need a hunnid more
Then I need a hunnid more, then I need a hunnid more
I just spent like thirty-five hunnids on some jeans, though
Who are you, you ain't got no rank who the f*ck are you,
Mad at me cause that bad bitch don't wanna f*ck with you
She with me And she givin' sloppy-toppy, ain't no roof
How the f*ck, cause you know I got the motherf*ckin' juice
Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb
Thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb through the quap
Boy, I'm way too rich to beef with you, you need to stop
I ain't gotta do a thing, my bro make bodies drop
Yeah, I'm from the apartments, but I'm thinkin' bout goin' pop
I might sign a deal for half a million, maybe not
I was in that kitchen whippin', whippin' in that pot
You could f*ck with me, you broke ass boy you need to stop
Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks on me
Hunnid racks on me, hunnid racks
I done flipped a couple packs and got some racks
And I started off with shit to be exact
Now I'm thumbin' through a bag, broke bitches mad
Mansion in the sticks, half a million dollar pad
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah
Thumbin' through a bag, thumbin' through a bag, yeah