LRDFN - BÏG RACKS Lyrics

Got the big racks all in my pants
These niggas can't een' understand
How they movin' my diamonds they dance
I can't fumble stick to the plan
F*ck I look like
Holding out hands
Off the quagen and wok that's it
I have fun with my money
It change my status
I'm on top with my money
Ballin' like the Mavericks
Diamonds Jin kazama know you can't stand it
Know I rock designer Ricky my fashion
I'm off the drugs feel like malpractice
That boy said he hot, tell me what happened
I know dat' boy not nigga stop capping
Pull up to the spot shit can get tragic
... huh
Put chrome on my bitch
She a chrome heart bitch
I feel like Matt Ox Raf Simmons Ricks
They all on my trousers I'm the shit
Nigga think he funny I make em' a skit
Hop out Track do dummies My big brudda rich
Bad lil bitch Hawaiian like Lilo n Stitch
I feel like Bruce Wayne Batman gadget wrist
Off the sticky gas Smokin' cat piss
If she throw it back I catch it Odell
I'm inna Track-hawk yeah that shit hiss
Just copped a Monclezzy' I'm on Rodeo
Huh.. heehh
Bad bitch I can't do no less
All my bitches above average like I Aced a test
She eat that dick up do magic
Ouuu
This shit here like 50k cash
Got a big boy Goyard bag
P Lane that's on my hat
Dorme pesci match the GLE tags
...huh I push a button
He gone in the blink of an eye
That nigga won't last
Heard he dropped his tape he trash
... huh
Got the big racks all in my pants
These niggas can't een' understand
How they movin' my diamonds they dance
I can't fumble stick to the plan
F*ck I look like
Holding out hands
Off the quagen and wok that's it
I have fun with my money
It change my status
I'm on top with my money
Ballin' like the Mavericks
Diamonds Jin kazama know you can't stand it
Know I rock designer Ricky my fashion
I'm off the drugs feel like malpractice
That boy said he hot, tell me what happened
I know dat' boy not nigga stop capping
Pull up to the spot shit can get tragic