Racks To The Ceiling (feat. Tory Lanez)

Ooh

Jetski, brr

Bitch

Oh my God, Ronny

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin', ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin'

Watch how I blow 2 million

Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh

All of my whips came tinted

None of my cars ain't rented, ooh, uh

Balmain and Celine, off a molly and a bean, yeah

This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme

She said tussie, not pussy, my diamonds thеy wet like jacuzzi, yeah

I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh

I got 10 guns in my house, this shit look like Call of Duty

Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don't give me cooties, uh

Go from the jets to the Jetski, your baby mama want sex me, uh

She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin', baguettes, uh

Step on my bitch in Guiseppe's, I'm in Ukraine with a semi

All my jewelry, no security, dare a nigga try to test me

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give a fuck how you feelin'

She wanna fuck with Umbrella

But her friend ugly, I told her: Hold up, lil' fella

When they send it, my cash extended

As soon as it's printed right fresh out the teller

I got a old check, hoo, blowing off dirt 'fore I take it out the cellar

Lil' bitch calling me rude, hating all of my views

Bitch, you fat as my pockets, you know I'ma tell her

I hit that bitch with a wing

Fuck her in the bathroom, washing my dick in the sink

If it's a ting, it's a ting

Bobbin' and weavin' that pussy and doing my thing in the ring

I'm goin' stupid on Cubans, it's link, after link, after link

I'm doin' sour in all of my relationships

I be lying 'bout fling, after fling, after fling, after—, hmm

Wearing this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse

How many 100 dollar bands a boobie can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?

Touching way too much cash for me to care 'bout

Still'll come kill a nigga 'bout my payout

These niggas talkin' hot, I feel like AR with the shot

I let the AR come and air out, woo

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give no fuck how you feelin', ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Racks all the way to the ceiling

I give no fuck how you feelin'