text: Oh my god, Ronny!
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Money count up, money go in, ones flowin, brainstormin’
  Bought a AP just to flood it, I cant tell the time
  Flew my bitch to Bora Bora just to catch a vibe
  Four or five chains on, it got no Johnny Dangs on
  Rings just like sunshine, I hope you got your shades on
  I been stacking racks on racks, dont need a bank loan
  Pull up in an armored car, might bring the bank home
  Yeah, out this world, lights blare, pull up and swerve 
  Lots of hundreds, rubber banded, keep it coming 
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Off of my chain, no Johnny Dang
  She wanna bang, I wanna hang
  Shout out my main, fuck out my lane
  I look to my gang, shoot up his vein
  Look at my TEC, he looks upset
  Get on my grip, shawty, you fit
  Shawty, you thick, how do you count?
  We need an ounce, tell me your balance
  I do my dance, no money dance
  Fuck an advance, she had a chance
  I got a glance, we not the same
  Look at my name, I am to blame
  Just look at the dash, I need 250 in cash
  We don’t fuck with no bitch, you a bitch, you done passed
  And you know, around my city, ho
  On my mama, gon keep it a dash
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
  Watch me stack and rack it up
  She wanna fuck with the crew bet I came in a coupe
  Boy, and you would too for a video
  Lotta racks on me just wanna see me out
  Got a bad bitch, I take her out
  Throw back bands, homie, yeah, you wont
  Moving 8-ball, two radio
  Got a problem, I end the shit, I be ready for smoke