Racks In My Pocket

[Intro] Rollin' in my drop bumpin' 9 Piece I just spent a dime on my time piece Ridin' in my whip with a dime piece [Hook] I got racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket Yeah, I got racks in my pocket She got a big'ol ass, big'ol ass When she hit the stage them other hoes don't get no cash Now work that pole, work that pole, bitch Work that, work that pole, bitch Work that pole, work that pole, bitch Work that, work that pole, bitch I got Racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket Racks in my pocket Yeah, I got racks in my pocket [Verse 1] Okay she bust it open for me and said "I'm your biggest fan, Los" Bitch I got these notes on me, call me Luther Vandross Feel like I'm on tour the way I travel with these bands, though So act like this a soccer game and do it with no hands, ho She stand straight up and make it clap like 'that's right that's right that's right that's right' She can pop one cheek and bring the other one back like 'left right left right left right left right' She wind it up real slow, I'm like 'oh mama, oh mama' Cause she shoot up them polls just like Obama, Obama You don't know no bitch, that'll work for cash like her Just to rock a Birkin bag like her But that bitch can't twerk that ass like her You don't know no bitch that won't dare trip She can kill a bum bitch with a hair flip Yeah, bitch, I said hair flip She can kill a bum bitch with a hair flip Her gears sick, pussy tight She don't really hang with pussy type Like 'em [?], not a pussy type So you know I had to show her what my hood be like I just took my girl and put her up in something kitted So if you want this money baby girl just come and get it [Hook] [Verse 2] She say she only like girls, but she let me in Cause I keep it G that's why they screaming "Gee, let's be friends" Now I'm laid up in the crib with three lesbians I got game all day bitch I should work for ESPN I said "I'mma make it rain bitch", make that pussy go 'pow' All these stacks I'm throwing up, you gone need a snow plow In my Kevin Hart voice "It's about to go down" She pop it like she from the motherfucking motherland While I pop fucking rubber band off another band I'm bossin', I'm flossin' You talkin', I toss it Throw racks around that bitch feel like she walked in a closet She wind it up slow I'm like 'oh mama, oh mama' Cause she shoot up them polls just like Obama, Obama You don't know no bitch, that can make a nigga drop the change like her Just to cop the Range like her But the bitch can't pop the thang like her You don't know no bitch that won't [?] That can kill a bum bitch with a hair flip Her gears sick, and she don't fear shit So if you want this money come here, bitch [Hook]