Rack Stackin - Bankroll Fresh

You know I’m from the street

Straight at em

Baking soda, water splash it

Pack it fuck it cook it baptist

Graduated flip my tassle

Razor blade used to knock it

Rubberband thousand stack em

Roll another one and pass it

Gas bag saran wrapped em

Get em in your boy, I’ll test him

Get it here, no wait no hassle

We got xanny bars and capsules

Went to nieman,

Bloomingdale, Chanel, Apple

Jetting on the latest Apple

See my diamond when I dapple

Dippin dabbin stupid swagger

Louie loafer Gucci service

Bought my bitch some fendi sandals-

Sound the same-

Reggie drink in Fanta’s chug it can he want a sample

Bun number nine camper

Police snatch me but no answer

Bitch I jet here raise my standards

Thirty thousand dollar gamble

Juggin servin through Atlanta

Take them racks and stack it

Vacuum seal 'em, bow blender

Beaker fuck with the pressor, hit em

Double wrapped saran send em

But my country man spent em

He bought eight of my ten (of) em

I got on Balmain Denim

Ten grand for these instrumental

Point the shit right at your temple

Pussy boy bitch watching temper

I can’t hear what I lack, temper

I been rich since I remember

I done stashed em in the filler

I done crashed and wrecked the rental

Fuck it paid an incidental

I stayed at the Ritz Carlton for the whole September

Saint Regis Bankroll greed and

How you doin this evening

I got fifty on me easy

All these bitches that’s sleezy

All these niggas jury cheesy

Rap back nigga, make believin

I’m on 20 and I’m weaving

Cuz she suckin and I’m skeetin