Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Performer
Saweetie
Performer
YG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ray Stevenson
Composer
Diamonté Harper
Composer
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Composer
Joshua Isaih Parker
Composer
John McGee
Composer
Deongelo Holmes
Composer
Eric Von Jackson Jr
Composer
Craig D Love
Composer
Jonathan Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
Producer
SK
Producer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
One, two racks, I'ma blow that
Three, four, five, I'ma hold that ($K)
Six, seven, eight, I'ma show that
Nine, ten racks, I'ma throw that (OG Parker)
[Verse 2]
Ay, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks, hella racks
Run that bag, ****, no cap, no cap
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth
[Verse 3]
What's up, lil' bitch? I invented racks (Rack City)
Where the Brinks truck, bitch? Unload that (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I'm a King like I'm playing Sac' (Ball)
The bitch tried to play me, I'ma play her back (Bitch)
Bitch hoppin' on my dick like a jumping jack (Whoa whoa)
I'ma pay for her ass, I don't like it flat (No)
I invest in you, I'ma get the money back (Yeah)
You know I got the Midas touch, ta-da-da (Yeah)
I know you wanna fuck a rapper, fuck an athlete (Yeah)
Runnin' to the studio like a track meet (Run it, baby)
And I need a fat ass, it's a Black thing (Big fat)
Got a Chinese bitch, it's a ling-ling (Wah)
Ha
[Verse 4]
One, two racks, I'ma blow that (Yeah)
Three, four, five, I'ma hold that (Hold that)
Six, seven, eight, I'ma show that (Show that)
Nine, ten racks, I'ma throw that (Go, woo)
[Verse 5]
Ay, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks, hella racks
Run that bag, ****, no cap, no cap
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth
[Verse 6]
Yeah
When I'm countin', I don't wanna speak (Uh-uh)
Runnin' game for seven days, man, this **** weak (Boy, bye)
Ooh, I love sloppy toppy, but my money neat (Mwah)
Got the hottest **** in the A between my sheets
(Palms itchin')
You know Saweetie bad bitchin'
Triple-plat' pussy, so you know it hit different (Pah-pah-pah)
Big crib, peep how your baby livin'
If a **** broke in, I wouldn't notice shit missin'
A bitch mad in the mirror 'cause she ain't me (Ain't me)
Girl, I passed on your man, you should thank me (Better thank me)
I'ma cold little piece, they should paint me (Hahaha)
If I ran from the bank, it'd chase me (Vroom)
****, tap in when you in Pretty Bitch City
Nine shots in got me feeling like 50
Bad bitch, I sign my name on your titties
If you got a pretty kitty, slap it twice, do it with me
[Verse 7]
Ay, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks, hella racks
Run that bag, ****, no cap, no cap
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth
[Verse 8]
All that ass in those jeans
I'm tryna get between
She ain't happy at home
That's how his lil' bitch got stole
Me and T in matchin' Lamb's, we gon' fuck it up (Fuck it up, sis)
Do the gingerbread man, we gon' run it up (Run it up, sis)
Got a natural lil' thang and she bad as fuck (Yeah, she bad)
She gon' hit the gym, fuck a tummy tuck (Fuck)
Fuck your ex-****, fuck your next **** (Ay)
I'm your right-now ****, I'm your best **** (I'm your best ****)
I wanna pay for everything and have sex with you
Your old thang told you no, I'm your yes **** (Yes)
[Verse 9]
One, two racks, I'ma blow that (Yeah, yeah)
Three, four, five, I'ma hold that (Hold that)
Six, seven, eight, I'ma show that (Show that)
Nine, ten, racks, I'ma throw that (Go, woo)
[Verse 10]
Ay, bounce that ass, yeah, throw it back, throw it back
Spend that cash, you got hella racks, hella racks
Run that bag, ****, no cap, no cap
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth at
Ay, is you 'bout that?
Put your money where your motherfuckin' mouth (Haha)
Written by: Craig D Love, Deongelo Holmes, Diamonté Harper, Eric Von Jackson Jr, John McGee, Jonathan Smith, Joshua Isaih Parker, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Michael Ray Stevenson