Racks Up - Cuban Doll

All these bitches

Mad I got my sack up

You ain’t go do nun lil bitch you can back up

All these bitches thinking they can fuck with me

What is good?

Bitch I need some company

One deep and you little bitches under me

Hair done, nails done, bitch that’s everyday

Everyday I’m getting this cake

You broke I can’t relate

I tried to put you bitches on

But it’s a little too late

You was talking hella shit

That chopper in your face

Bitch you know your place

You can not fuck with me

Have that nigga on my line

Then he stuck with me

Big b’s, big bands, bitch I’m bubbling

Fuck a friend

My Glock it be lovely

Just left my show and you hoes ain’t touching me

Always talking on the net don’t never do none

First the hundred, brazy bitch it gon bruise some

Call Molly Brazy, bitch she gon shoot some

Got the gang with me

Bitch we gon rule some

Got my racks up, bitch you see them hundreds stuffed

Bad bitches in the back they getting drunk as fuck

Thick hoes, shaking ass bitch fuck it up

Better watch your step cause you touch me you gon get touched

Now it don’t take much to get a bitch gone

Five bands on your head send you home

Late nights and we creeping til' the morn'

Cuban baby, yeah I’m sitting on my throne

Now it don’t take much to get a bitch gone

Five bands on your head send you home (x2)