Lyrics Project Pat

Project Pat

Rack Racin

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo

And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar

My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'

Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo

And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar

My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'

Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Cash rules everything around me

I got old money so they cannot help but crown me

I been getting bread since jerry curls and niggas wearing beepers

Money is everything, wanna learn I'ma teach ya

Old school Chevy with the peanut butter seats

Blood diamonds on my neck, brand new Jordan's on my feet

And I keep that thing clocked just in case you got some static

Need some beef in your diet, I'ma let you niggas have it

I'm so focused on that sack from this rabbit or this crack

More commas for them dollar signs, tunnel vision racks

Where I'm from being broke you get lost in the sauce

Flougin niggas get exposed out here wanna be a boss

And motherf*ck a friend, only friend is Ben

He can buy me what I want, I protect him with the twins

Extendo loaded clips, tryna rob you get killed

I got acrobatic dough like a pancake make it flip bitch

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo

And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar

My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'

Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo

And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar

My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'

Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Anytime I do it mane they know its a movie

Loud and ciroc, bad bitches in Jacuzzi's

Your only living once so I ball out like Kemo

You fishes out here lost, tryna find you Nemo

Diamonds on my wrist shine like a Vegas Strip

If you ain't from my hood, pull up on you make you dip

See the way I was built, money first and p*ssy last

If a nigga ever cross, cut him off ain't no pass

Ain't no givin', ain't no leeway, real nigga shit

All you rattin' ass niggas, y'all can catch a full clip

All these p*ssy niggas hatin' cause the money that I get

Rim size 26, taking selfies with your bitch

Every nigga with my clique, he is playing with a brick

She say money make her cum, presidential suites and flicks

Only thing she want is dick, always swallow never spit

Counting bread, getting head, I'm addicted to this shit mane

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo

And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar

My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'

Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I'm sack chasin' for the guallo

And you ain't talkin' shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout a dollar

My money never foldin', rubba band holdin'

Everything together got my pockets on swollen