Racks to the Ceiling

Ooh
Jetski, brr
*****
Oh my God, Ronny

Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah )
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a **** how you feelin, ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a **** how you feelin (Ooh, ooh)

Watch how I blow a million
Dive in the *****, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah)
All of my whips came tinted
None of my cars aint rented, ooh, uh (Woah)
Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay)
This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers they say Supreme (Supremе)
She said [?] her ***** (Huh), my diamonds they wеt like jacuzzi , yeah (Okay)
I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh)
I got 10 guns in my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (Bow, bow bow)
Red diamonds on me they ruby, suck on me dont give me cooties (Ooh, damn)
Go from the jets to the Jetski, your baby mama wan sex me, uh (Cmon)
She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashing Baguettes, uh (Wet)
Step on my ***** in Guiseppes, Im in Ukraine with a semi (Huh, bow)
All my jewelry new security, dare a nigga try to test me (Huh, I dare you, ooh)

Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)
I give no **** how you feelin, ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a **** how you feelin (Ooh)

She wanna **** with Umbrella
But her friend ugly, I told her 'Hold up, lil fella'
When they send it, my cash extended
As soon as its printed right fresh out the teller
I got a old check, hoo, blowing off dirt fore I take it out the cellar
Lil ***** calling me rude, hating all of my views
'*****, you fat as my pockets,' you know Ima tell her
I hit that ***** with a wing
**** her in the bathroom, washing my **** in the sink
If its a ting, its a ting
Bobbin and weavin that ** *** and doing my thing in the ring
Im goin stupid on Cubans, its link, after link, after link
Im 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 [?] can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?
Touching way too much cash for me to care bout
Stillll 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 (Tory)
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Lil Tory)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give no **** how you feelin , ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give no **** how you feelin (Ooh)