I don't really gotta say much I let my back talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for I get fly for the studio I get fly for the airport I get fly everywhere I go 30 bottles up in Greystone In the club rollin' airplanes You get money you already know So much Chris you would think we buy it wholesale And my crib so big look like a hotel When we leave here we smokin' out the hotel When we leave ain't no time to pay the whole bill Cause we all gettin' money, uh I don't really gotta say much I let my back talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for I'm a broke niggas nightmare, broke whole sight stir And I walk in bankroll, long as the dank roll It's gon' be hard to hear you niggas Louis friends so I don't have to see you niggas Me and that Taylor gang floatin' on a private plane Bad bitch give me brain, hide behind this Money bag, Cush Cologne, niggas wonderin' what I be on All about the binges nigga, puffed cone I can make a actress do backflips on mattress I can make a sack do a backflip on Saksville Get trippy with a star, it will get you far Turned up in the club, TMZ outside my car I don't really gotta say much I let my back talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for I don't really gotta say much I let my back talk I don't really gotta talk much That's what these racks for