Racks (feat. YBN Cordae) 가사

Ah, ah Honey, help me get by, it don't matter if I Caught myself expensive things, buy myself a diamond ring Married to the mula, still ain’t got no lover Lookin' all I see is green, wonder, can you buy me these? It's hard to trust the things that we lust No fallin’ in love, we so out of touch When no one's around, who's holdin' you down? It seems like the only thing you know is All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah They don’t understand, they don’t know how to get the stacks up If I drop a hundred bands, I'ma get it right back up And if I fall, it don’t matter, I'ma ball get the bag, yeah Spend it all when I'm sad, yeah, yeah, yeah It's hard to trust the things that we lust No fallin’ in love, we so out of touch (touch) When no one's around, who's holdin' you down? It seems like the only thing you know is All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh Now you know a young nigga got them racks up on me I can introduce to my rapper homies But I ain't gon' take you to the matrimony Probably gon' leave you down, sad and lonely My infatuation with these bags I'm facin' Got a couple dollars so congratulations Tryna find love, so I'm navigatin' Shower you with gifts, oversaturation But I can't seem to find love without the ratchet shit This gold dream of mine, why am I attached to this? But happiness is when you glad in bliss And the cash and shit is a catalyst To cover up the pain, that's hazardous The trouble, lust, and fame is attackin' quick Oh my God All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah All of your racks and things (racks) All of your racks and things (all of your racks) They don't relax your pain Yeah, yeah, yeah