Raining Racks

(Hows your love life?)
Woah, woah (Tracy, Tracy)
Woah, woah, woah (Tracy)
These hoes is for everyone
(Yeah, we got a whole lot of drip)
These hoes is for everyone, okay
(Cash Molly)
Yeah, lets go, lets go

Okay, these hoes is for everyone
Dont make a mistake tryna marry one (Aint?tryna marry one)
Too much water, I escape from the aquarium
Yeah, he bleed just like I bleed, so I aint scared of him
I be rockin Dior when I take out the trash (When I take out the trash)
I just walked out of Louis Vuitton, I need help carrying all of these bags (Okay)
Ima let you know the forecast (Okay)
Its my motherf*cking season and its raining racks

And niggas wanna be friends now
Back in the day, tried to carry me (Yeah)
Coolin with a bad b*tch now
She throwing it back on the balcony (Woah)
Big money with a big house
Until you got that, dont be at-ing me (Dont be at-ing me)
Yeah, boy, you living at your b*tch house
Depending on her, thats a tragedy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Im smokin this dope, Im zooted (Im zooted, Im zooted)
Yeah, she walking around in my crib with no clothes
Im starting to think she a nudist (Starting to think she a nudist)
Feel like Juice WRLD, okay
All of my dreams are lucid
Push to start, yeah, the keys are useless
When I jump on the beat, I go stupid
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And Im just tryna put on for my city
If it was my choice, all my dead friends would be with me (No cap)
Gotta keep my head on straight (My head straight)
And I created my own wave

Hold up, Ima let the beat talk

Okay, these hoes is for everyone
Dont make a mistake tryna marry one (Aint tryna marry one)
Too much water, I escape from the aquarium (Lets go, lets go)
Yeah, he bleed just like I bleed, so I aint scared of him
I be rockin Dior when I take out the trash (When I take out the trash)
I just walked out of Louis Vuitton, I need help carrying all of these bags (Okay)
Ima let you know the forecast (Okay)
Its my motherf*cking season and its raining racks
Tatted on my body like a cholo, yeah
Six hundred for my shoes and, yeah, they Yohji Yamamoto, yeah
She hop on the d*ck and then she stumble, bend it slow-mo, yeah
My life is a movie and your life is a photo
Why this lil nigga jockin swag?
Im not tryna stay in the mix, Im tryna stay inside my bag, yeah
All that sh*t you talking need to stay inside your ass
Put some shooters on his noggin, leave him stained up like some glass

Its raining racks
Woah, woah, woah, woah, its raining racks
Yeah, yeah, its raining racks
Woah, its raining racks
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Raining racks