Racks In My Sleep (feat. TKK Tony)

(We love you, Perc)

Rich-ass ****, count racks in my sleep

You ain't talking 'bout no money, can't do shit for free

So Icy Gang, 1017

**** reach for this chain, leave his brains on the street

I just left the lot, paper tag

Going two hundred, just hope I don't crash

I can't fuck the bitch if she don't got a bag

These hoes be bougie and broke with no ass

Ayy, I'm dripping sauce, Thousand Island

Fresh as fuck, don't need a stylist

****, let's go

I don't want the pussy, it got mileage

If she ain't sucking dick, then she childish

Ho, you gotta roll

Time to get back to these motherfuckin' 'bows

Vacuum seal it, send that shit out the door

Young rich ****, one-twenty a show

Boy, or you could pay a motherfuckin' dough

I'm in this bitch here with Fizzle

From Memphis to Mississippi, we too official

Ayy, PRE, 1017 and these hoes gon' go 'cause they know we them ****

Pack came in, beat it out, Billy Jean

Can't fit these racks in Amiri skinny jeans

This dope in my cup with ice tea and some lean

Too much ammunition left him dead on the scene

DOA, he dead on arrival

These **** scared, need to go read the Bible

Just made a thirty, I ain't take a shower

On the way to these racks, just give me 'bout an hour

I'm after that bag, ain't no time for these bitches

She wanna fuck and lay up, I ain't wit' it

Tell that ho bring back some money, give a fuck 'cause you pretty

Bitch, I use to be broke, came from rags to riches

Let's go

Rich-ass ****, count racks in my sleep

You ain't talking 'bout no money, can't do shit for free

So Icy Gang, 1017

**** reach for this chain, leave his brains on the street

I just left the lot, paper tag

Going two hundred, just hope I don't crash

I can't fuck the bitch if she don't got a bag

These hoes be bougie and broke with no ass

Rich-ass ****, count racks in my sleep

You ain't talking 'bout no money, can't do shit for free

So Icy Gang, 1017

**** reach for this chain, leave his brains on the street

I just left the lot, paper tag

Going two hundred, just hope I don't crash

I can't fuck the bitch if she don't got a bag

These hoes be bougie and broke with no ass

Ho gettin' BBL, three-eighty-seven (No, no)

When I fuck, gotta dip, I don't cuff, lil' bitch (Get her out of here)

5.56 bullets rippin' through bricks (Bah, bah)

See all these ****, I want my cash on the lake (Ayy, on gang)

Posted on Herb, still trappin' with Hemy (Trappin' with Hemy)

I get my pills for the low like Shimmy (Like Shimmy)

392, hit my gas, there go hemi (There go hemi)

We'll get money as long as they print it (Let's go)

Lil' Tony making money, I'll take 'em back (I'll take 'em back)

I hit the scene fresh as fuck with that fire in my underpants (Fire in my underpants)

I spinned a opp in a Pontiac (In a Pontiac)

I don't give a fuck if you owe me or don't, where my money at?

Trap house jumpin', doing jumping jacks (Doing jumping jacks)

Been sold a hundred bands (A hundred bands)

**** been ran through a hundred racks (A hundred racks)

Run through these hoes like a running back (A running back)

But don't get me started, that pussy ain't worth no damn Birkin bag (Yup)

Rich-ass ****, count racks in my sleep

You ain't talking 'bout no money, can't do shit for free

So Icy Gang, 1017

**** reach for this chain, leave his brains on the street

I just left the lot, paper tag

Going two hundred, just hope I don't crash

I can't fuck the bitch if she don't got a bag

These hoes be bougie and broke with no ass