Racks (feat. Cordae)

Money help me get by

It don't matter if I

Cop myself expensive things

Buy myself a diamond ring

Married to the mullah

Still ain't got no lover

Looking, all I see is green

Wonder can you buy me these

It's hard to trust the things that we lust

No falling in love, we so outta touch

When no one's around, who's holdin' you down?

It seems like the only thing we know is

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

They don't understand

They don't know how to get the stacks up

If I drop a hundred bands

I'ma get it right back up

And if I fall it don't matter

I'mma ball, get the bag, yeah

Spend it all when I'm sad, yeah, yeah, yeah

It's hard to trust the things that we lust

No falling in love, we so outta touch

When no one's around, who's holdin' you down?

It seems like the only thing we know is

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now you know a young nigga got them racks up on me

I can introduce you to my rapper homies

But I ain't gonna take you to the matrimony

Prolly gonna leave you down, sad and lonely

My infatuation with these bags and faces

Got a couple dollars so congratulations

Tryna find love so I'm navigatin'

Shower you with gifts over saturation

But I can't seem to find love without the ratchet shit

This little dream of mine, why am I attached to this?

But happiness is when you glad and bliss

And the cash and shit, is a catalyst

To cover up the pain, it's hazardous

The trouble, lust, the fame, it's attacking quick, my God

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All your racks)

They don't relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah