"Racks In The Morning" lyrics
(Thanks, Yakree)
Yeah, I appreciate that Yak, you went crazy bro
Haha, face ahh, haha
Why would I do it to 'em
PCL4E, nigga!
Jumped out the plane, straight bought me a 50
Be hard for me to stop shopping
I've been stacking these checks from the rap
I ain't living on credit, so everything profit
Me and Twin in LAX, catch a BBL that fits her body
Told y'all niggas to stack up some paper
This how you can live when you finally got it
We don't argue with niggas, if buddy ain't part of the squad, get sent to the lobby
If I'm in L.A. T.Key might got a pap in the box, but I'm not Roddy
Before I had first start getting to the money, I had to decide what I wanted to accomplish
They said that I did it, I ain't even started, I'm still thanking God I woke up in the morning
Wake up, pray, get me some rack, I do the same thing every morning
Uh, I was just sad, and I got me some rack, now it ain't no more mourning
I woke up one morning, the cup still purp like Barney
Word in the streets, is you sow what you reap
So I lay low, I'm giving that thunder
When you start shitting on niggas who ain't it, everybody gon' act puzzled
Don't wanna talk to an ex, you wanna rekindle, the bitch can kiss my muzzle
New chapter, cut some more niggas off, feel like my pockets double
Me and my brother been running this shit up together, no reason to tackle each other
Me and this bitch don't get on together, we might as well block each other
Cut the bitch today, get a new one tomorrow, I got the same options of 'em
Money and women the same
Different version but really don't change
That why I be working so hard
I'm leaving this shit to my kid one day
Jumped out the plane, straight bought me a 50
Be hard for me to stop shopping
I've been stacking these checks from the rap
I ain't living on credit, so everything profit
Me and Twin in LAX, catch a BBL that fits her body
Told y'all niggas to stack up some paper
This how you can live when you finally got it
We don't argue with niggas, if buddy ain't part of the squad, get sent to the lobby
If I'm in L.A. T.Key might got a pap in the box, but I'm not Roddy
Before I had first start getting to the money, I had to decide what I wanted to accomplish
They said that I did it, I ain't even started, I'm still thanking God I woke up in the morning
Thank the Lord
Yeah, thank the Lord
Wake up, count the rack, thank the Lord
Wake up, count the rack, thank the Lord
I wake up, count the rack, thank the Lord, yeah
Yeah, we both thank the Lord
Peace
Yeah, I appreciate that Yak, you went crazy bro
Haha, face ahh, haha
Why would I do it to 'em
PCL4E, nigga!
Jumped out the plane, straight bought me a 50
Be hard for me to stop shopping
I've been stacking these checks from the rap
I ain't living on credit, so everything profit
Me and Twin in LAX, catch a BBL that fits her body
Told y'all niggas to stack up some paper
This how you can live when you finally got it
We don't argue with niggas, if buddy ain't part of the squad, get sent to the lobby
If I'm in L.A. T.Key might got a pap in the box, but I'm not Roddy
Before I had first start getting to the money, I had to decide what I wanted to accomplish
They said that I did it, I ain't even started, I'm still thanking God I woke up in the morning
Wake up, pray, get me some rack, I do the same thing every morning
Uh, I was just sad, and I got me some rack, now it ain't no more mourning
I woke up one morning, the cup still purp like Barney
Word in the streets, is you sow what you reap
So I lay low, I'm giving that thunder
When you start shitting on niggas who ain't it, everybody gon' act puzzled
Don't wanna talk to an ex, you wanna rekindle, the bitch can kiss my muzzle
New chapter, cut some more niggas off, feel like my pockets double
Me and my brother been running this shit up together, no reason to tackle each other
Me and this bitch don't get on together, we might as well block each other
Cut the bitch today, get a new one tomorrow, I got the same options of 'em
Money and women the same
Different version but really don't change
That why I be working so hard
I'm leaving this shit to my kid one day
Jumped out the plane, straight bought me a 50
Be hard for me to stop shopping
I've been stacking these checks from the rap
I ain't living on credit, so everything profit
Me and Twin in LAX, catch a BBL that fits her body
Told y'all niggas to stack up some paper
This how you can live when you finally got it
We don't argue with niggas, if buddy ain't part of the squad, get sent to the lobby
If I'm in L.A. T.Key might got a pap in the box, but I'm not Roddy
Before I had first start getting to the money, I had to decide what I wanted to accomplish
They said that I did it, I ain't even started, I'm still thanking God I woke up in the morning
Thank the Lord
Yeah, thank the Lord
Wake up, count the rack, thank the Lord
Wake up, count the rack, thank the Lord
I wake up, count the rack, thank the Lord, yeah
Yeah, we both thank the Lord
Peace
Writer(s): Jack Richard Thierer, Tekai Elijah Key
