Luh Racks

Four more million, three new bitches Two new whips, one new crib It's a brand new year I've been doing this This ain't nothing new Four more million, three more bitches Two more cars and one new crib For real, I ain't tryna pop a seal Yeah, I'ma just keep the chill Yeah, just thumbing through these bills Like, how could you get bored I'm sprinting to the rings I call it my sonic team I just heard my marine from the other side, huh I just sprinted 65 yards on the sideline for the touchdown Out the whole song, then go try to take that one line I'm just taxing like 10K out when I'm in downtown Four more million, three new bitches Two new whips, one new crib It's a brand new year After I met my idols Four more million, three new bitches Two new cars, one more This ain't nothing new Brand new house, I know you stay for the second verse I whip it, I skirt it, I swerve it Zooming out the lot Hop in a lotus, that bitch going fast I might take an infinity hit going straight to the top Everybody got something to say But nobody wants to talk What's next I was just counting the money Yo, bitch, she was looking at me I ain't wanna pull out the big body I put my dick in her tummy Now she looking at me like she want me Two hundred thousand dollars I could tell you how to make something out of nothing Four more million, three old bitches Two new cars and still the same old crib Four more million, three new bitches Two old cars and still the same new crib