Lyrics

Racks Racks yea I'm racked up
Stacks stacks yea stack it up
Game to be sold not told
Get yo money
Get yo money bro
Racks Racks yea I'm racked up
Stacks stacks yea stack it up
Game to be sold not told
Get yo money
Get yo money bro
They say Jackpot he the mane walk in and go insane.
Dropped 10 on the chain threw 5 at Ace of Spades.
Threw 6 at Legends same night no kidding.
If balling is a crime I'll probably get arrested
You broke boy.
Where ya dough boy.
I'm trying to own a yacht yea that's the goal boy
I got real hittas real go getters.
All my Detroit 313 wig spliters.
All my 6 Mile money gettas.
All my bros in da club popping bottles with us.
All my girls in the club throwing dollas wit us.
Lames on the wall wishing they was with us.
Take a picture.
Yea I'm getting richer you can tell by fit.
Got 5 on me now all of it getting spent
Lames want me to slip that's a chance they can't get
Racked up like tennis on my way to LVs
Twenty shots off top while I blow on a breeze
P-Nut got the club jumping like the spot on springs
Got Bino on the mic so you we know lit
Got the whole club jumping like a pogo stick yea
Racks Racks yea I'm racked up
Stacks stacks yea stack it up
Game to be sold not told
Get yo money
Get yo money bro
Racks Racks yea I'm racked up
Stacks stacks yea stack it up
Game to be sold not told
Get yo money
Get yo money bro
Written by: Rudy Dontae Burt
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