I want that rack for real, I want that check for real I'm tryna run up the racks, lock up my back for real Told him I'm never gon' lie, got the whole hood on my back She want a nigga that's up and runnin' it up and runnin' attention, I'm stacks You still my baby, girl, you know you drive me crazy I'm too wavy in the clutch, I'm bleedin' *** like Brady I want that rack for real, I want that check for real I'm tryna run up the racks, lock up my back for real I wanna chill with my feet up, had to tell her lil' bitch I don't need her Man, I swear they be actin' like divas, you can keep your lil' bitches a diva I'm a rare nigga, waitin' on this crime, I don't do small talk And strictly business, please don't waste my time, I tell this money If you waste it, then you payin' every dime Gotta be hangin' with them bitches that don't got no fuckin' drop Gotta be hangin' with my gang, cause that's my squad, man, those my guys I'm a blessed nigga, sky's been doin' this ***, don't be surprised Niggas be talkin', but they want a brochure Diastra, SMTM, or Roachers Feelin' like Diddy, I'm feelin' like Sosa Dressin' a white, but she lookin' like Coca Bitch, from the valley, she drinkin' a mocha Makin' a movie, makin' a movie, yeah, I'm ridin' in your Chester I want that check for real, I want that rack for real My homie Drummer just called, we wearin' an Ab hill I'ma just send her my best, my homie had on some twins We got some miles to feed, told her, man, this what it is I want that rack for real, I want that check for real I'm tryna run up the racks, lock up my back for real Told her I'm never gon' lie, got the whole hood on my back She want a nigga that's up and runnin' it up And runnin' the checks in them stacks You still my baby, uh, girl, you know you drive me crazy I'm too wavy, in the clutch, I'm leadin' *** like Grady I want that rack for real, I want that check for real I'm tryna run up the racks, lock up my back for real We back!