Lotta Racks lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Hey, Soulja
Hey
Hey
Yeah, you already know what it is, man
Young rich n*gga sh*t
Young n*ggas taking over

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
I'm getting the money, a lot of that
I count the money, a lot of racks
I'm getting the money, a lot of that
I count the money, a lot of racks
How about the Rari in matte black?
Money ain’t coming, will you [?]
Money ain’t coming, she [?]
Money ain’t coming, she [?]
I get [?]
I get money, a lot of racks
I get money, a lot of racks
I’ma go spend it and make it back
I’ma go spend it and make it back
I get the money, a lot of racks
I get the money, a lot of racks
I'm getting the money, a lot of racks
[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I get the guap and then I count it up
Walk in the club and then I turn it up
n*gga playing with Dre, we gon’ burn them up
A hundred bricks in the Bentley truck
Standing in the kitchen, hit the pot with the fork
Young rich n*gga, grab a pint and pour a four
Young n*gga came from the streets [?]
I jump out the rearview, got stars in the ceiling
Hit them with two-two just so he can feel it
That baby draco gon’ drill a n*gga like a dentist
On a private jet, I’m on a mission
With the price of that, [?] activis
Take it, we rip it, then package it
Tell them my plug, he come back with a hundred of these [?]

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
I'm getting the money, a lot of that
I count the money, a lot of racks
I'm getting the money, a lot of that
I count the money, a lot of racks
How about the Rari in matte black?
Money ain’t coming, will you [?]
Money ain’t coming, she [?]
Money ain’t coming, she [?]
I get [?]
I get money, a lot of racks
I get money, a lot of racks
I’ma go spend it and make it back
I’ma go spend it and make it back
I get the money, a lot of racks
I get the money, a lot of racks
I'm getting the money, a lot of racks
[Verse 2: Spectacular]
Pulled up in that Rari, got a bad b*tch with that body
Hoe freaky b*tch get naughty, that pus*y wet in that Rari
Getting back rubs and my chest rubbed in that Challenger 300
I’m counting all these racks up, ‘bout ninety stacks of hundreds
Been getting money, my n*ggas, from Dade County to Fruit Town
Picking bags up with my n*ggas, try to f*ck her slow, but that b*tch loud
Flying in on that helipad, y’all broke n*ggas, y’all hella sad
f*ck your b*tch in my player pad

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
I'm getting the money, a lot of that
I count the money, a lot of racks
I'm getting the money, a lot of that
I count the money, a lot of racks
How about the Rari in matte black?
Money ain’t coming, will you [?]
Money ain’t coming, she [?]
Money ain’t coming, she [?]
I get [?]
I get money, a lot of racks
I get money, a lot of racks
I’ma go spend it and make it back
I’ma go spend it and make it back
I get the money, a lot of racks
I get the money, a lot of racks
I'm getting the money, a lot of racks