Ooh Jetski, brr Bitch Oh my God, Ronny Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fuck how you feelin' Watch how I blow 2 million Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh All of my whips came tinted None of my cars ain't rented, ooh, uh Balmain and Celine, off a molly and a bean, yeah This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme She said tussie, not pussy, my diamonds thеy wet like jacuzzi, yeah I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh I got 10 guns in my house, this shit look like Call of Duty Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh Go from the jets to the Jetski, your baby mama want sex me, uh She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', baguettes, uh Step on my bitch in Guiseppe's, I'm in Ukraine with a semi All my jewelry, no security, dare a nigga try to test me Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling I give a fuck how you feelin' She wanna fuck with Umbrella But her friend ugly, I told her: Hold up, lil' fella When they send it, my cash extended As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller I got a old check, hoo, blowing off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar Lil' bitch calling me rude, hating all of my views Bitch, you fat as my pockets, you know I'ma tell her I hit that bitch with a wing Fuck her in the bathroom, washing my dick in the sink If it's a ting, it's a ting Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doing my thing in the ring I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link, after link, after link I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships I be lying 'bout fling, after fling, after fling, after—, hmm Wearing this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse How many 100 dollar bands a boobie can I cut the rubber band off and tear out? Touching way too much cash for me to care 'bout Still'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like AR with the shot I let the AR come and air out, woo Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh Racks all the way to the ceiling I give no fuck how you feelin'