(Yea) (Uh- yea yea) (Hahaha rafiki) (Uh- yea yea) (Yea yea) Yea my pockets fat Cus I got them racks Shoutout to my bruddas cus you know they got my back I'm boutta throw the whip in sport And then i'll take off like the flash You know i'm done with that hoe No I ain't giving no more chances Girl i'm done with you Hadda tell the b***h to leave me 'lone This some new money Cus I got this shit all on my own All these hoes they keep on callin me They blowin up my phone I shoulda known- I shoulda known you ain't the one for me Who get racks like this? Who get racks like me? So much f****n money I been makin racks up in my sleep F**k with me you get deleted Tax that boy jus for a feature Whippin in the 2 seater F**k that hoe No, I don't need her Roll a blunt and then I take it to the face Bae im high as f**k when I just hop up on the stage Know im gettin paid Why u so damn lame? (Why u so damn lame baby? so damn lame) Yea my pockets fat (yea my pockets fat) Cus I got them racks (cus i got them racks) Shoutout to my brothers cus you know they got my back (got my back) I'm boutta throw the whip in sport and then i'll take off like the flash You know i'm done with that hoe No I ain't givin' no more chances (givin no more chances) Yea my pockets fat (yea my pockets fat) Cus I got them racks (cus i got them racks) Shoutout to my brothers cus you know they got my back (got my back) I'm boutta throw the whip in sport and then i'll take off like the flash (take off like the flash) (Hahaha rafiki)