bitch I’m counting racks

**Verse 1** Yo, you bitches ain't got nothing on me, I’m the king of this game, call it royalty, Fuck the whole universe, I don’t need their praise, Got stacks on my mind, I’m counting up these days. You talkin’ big talk but your pockets look light, Tryna flex like a champ but you ain’t in the fight. Got that money flow slicker than oil on a track, While you fakin' in the mirror, I’m just spitting facts. **Chorus** Ayo, fuck your drama and your petty little schemes, I’m living out my dreams while you chasing all these memes. You don’t got no flow; why you tryna act tough? Step up to me now—bitch, that's rough! **Verse 2** Can’t hold a candle to this fire that I breathe, Your rhymes are like paper—man, they’re easy to leave. Flexin’ on your mama like she’s part of the plan? But when it comes to bars? You ain’t even a man! Talk about bits? Man, I got ‘em in stacks, You can keep your fake friends; I’ll be countin’ these racks. Ridin’ high on this beat while you still stuck in slow mo’, You don’t know the show; just a wannabe pro. **Chorus** Ayo, fuck your drama and your petty little schemes, I’m living out my dreams while you chasing all these memes. You don’t got no flow; why you tryna act tough? Step up to me now—bitch, that's rough! **Bridge** This is hardcore life; we don't play pretend, Taking shots at the weak while we set the trend. Money talks louder than your broken-down pride— So step aside kid; I'm here for the ride. **Outro** So fuck what they say; I'm above all that noise— Living life like a king with an army of boys. No boxes to check or limits to hold me back— I’m blazing through this game and there’s nothing that I lack!