Lotta Racks - Spectacular, Soulja Boy

Hey, Soulja

Hey

Hey

Yeah, you already know what it is, man

Young rich nigga shit

Young niggas taking over

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

I get the guap and then I count it up

Walk in the club and then I turn it up

Nigga 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 nigga, grab a pint and pour a four

Young nigga 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 nigga 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

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

Pulled up in that Rari, got a bad bitch with that body

Hoe freaky bitch get naughty, that pussy 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 niggas, from Dade County to Fruit Town

Picking bags up with my niggas, try to fuck her slow, but that bitch loud

Flying in on that helipad, y’all broke niggas, y’all hella sad

Fuck your bitch in my player pad

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