Racks to the Ceiling

Ooh

Jetski, brr

*****

Oh my God, Ronny

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a **** how you feelin', ooh (Brr)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a **** how you feelin' (Ooh, ooh)

Watch how I blow a million

Dive in the *****, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah)

All of my whips came tinted

None of my cars ain't rented, ooh, uh (Woah)

Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay)

This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers they say Supreme (Supremе)

She said [?] her ***** (Huh), my diamonds they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (Okay)

I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh)

I got 10 guns in my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (Bow, bow bow)

Red diamonds on me they ruby, suck on me don't give me cooties (Ooh, damn)

Go from the jets to the Jetski, your baby mama wan' sex me, uh (C'mon)

She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashing Baguettes, uh (Wet)

Step on my ***** in Guiseppe's, I'm in Ukraine with a semi (Huh, bow)

All my jewelry new security, dare a nigga try to test me (Huh, I dare you, ooh)

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)

I give no **** how you feelin', ooh (Brr)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a **** how you feelin' (Ooh)

She wanna **** with Umbrella

But her friend ugly, I told her "Hold up, lil' fella"

When they send it, my cash extended

As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller

I got a old check, hoo, blowing off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar

Lil' ***** calling me rude, hating all of my views

"*****, you fat as my pockets," you know I'ma tell her

I hit that ***** with a wing

**** her in the bathroom, washing my **** in the sink

If it's a ting, it's a ting

Bobbin' and weavin' that ***** and doing my thing in the ring

I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link, after link, after link

I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships, I be lying 'bout fling, after fling, after fling, after-, hmm

Wearing this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse

How many 100 dollar bands [?] can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?

Touching way too much cash for me to care 'bout

Still'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout

These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like AR with the shot

I let the AR come and air out, woo

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Tory)

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Lil' Tory)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give no **** how you feelin', ooh (Brr)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give no **** how you feelin' (Ooh)