Racks - 88GLAM, Gunna

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, then she brings them back to dad

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy

Fashionable killer, ice like the winter, I’m puttin' you under arrest

Cuffin' a winner, cuff in the winter, princess cut diamonds the best

I’ma remember, give you the world, you my Jasmine, Aladdin, no cap

Trap with a MAC, we just be floatin', and she brings it back to daddy (Yeah)

Shirt cost a rack, name on your tat, first class, we pull up to LAX

I can’t go back, brick in my bag, now I come clean like a bath, uh

She wanna dance

Meringue my pendant, Pusseno the watch on my hand

Vegas, I’m doin' the damage

Five hundred C-notes that’s stacked in my bag

Coolin' my jets, ain’t Snapchattin' pics to look cool on a jet (Yeah)

Uber arrived, while you pool to the 'jects (Yeah)

Rick Owen on, I’m not new to this dress (Yeah), super my flex

Flew to the west, XO the gang, ain’t no foolin' the set (Ah)

Upgraded house, got a pool and a fence (Brr)

Shooter beside me, they cool with the ref, blew in a tech

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, then she brings them back to dad

Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy

Yeah, sip some syrup, then relax

I got birds in the trap

I got curtains in the back, yeah (Curtains in the back)

Put the whole city on my back

Quarter milli' in my bag

I’m goin' shoppin' when I land, uh

I fill a Backwood up with weed

I got a few hoes overseas, uh

Turned to a car, ride the beat, uh (Skrrt)

Turbo can’t stay off the keys, uh

Hop out the Porsche to a Jeep, uh (Skrrt)

Bitch dressin' up like a cheap ho

Seen me count up me some G’s, yeah

All my sauce covered with G’s, uh

Cut me a check

The only ones talkin' I know ain’t a threat

I’m a big boss, I can double the bet

She mad 'cause I keep ignorin' her texts (Yeah)

YSLXO, family 'til we dead (Oh)

I fell asleep with two hoes in my bed

Get what you want and you don’t gotta beg

Bean had me geeked so I poured up some red

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, then she brings them back to dad

Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy

I rock Chanel when I flex at banquet

That Chevy Impala, it creep through your ends

Can’t trust these bitches and no more new friends

Feel like Sid Vicious, I hop out the Benz

I got a car and I came from the 'jects

I feel like Mozart, I play with those keys

She say, «Te amo,» I don’t speak no Spanish

I rock Chanel when I flex at the banquet

Young nigga glamorous, twinkly twink

Drown in my drip, man, I swear I can’t sink

Fuck at the office off one or two drinks

Dippin' my pen in this company ink

Need a girl that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, then she brings them back to dad

Need me a bitch that puts in work for those racks

Yeah, and she brings them to back to daddy