作词 : "Gitty" Gitelman/Ronald "Flippa" Colson/Elijah Dias/Tiara Thomas/Aliandro Prawl

作曲 : "Gitty" Gitelman/Ronald "Flippa" Colson/Elijah Dias/Tiara Thomas/Aliandro Prawl

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 (All of your 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 ***** 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 ****

This gold dream of mine, why am I attached to this?

But happiness is when you glad in bliss

And the cash and **** 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