Young Thug - Whole Lotta Racks lyrics

[Intro: Future] First let me hit my cup, uh [?] sh** Countin' up a whole lotta racks Yeah, uh [Hook: Future] Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh I got a hoe with a text, uh I put a million in max, uh I put a song in the s**, uh I gotta fly like a [?], uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh I hit the hoe from the back, uh I hit the hoe from the back, uh I hit your hoe from the back, uh I hit your hoe from the back, uh [Verse 1: Future] I got some ice in my cup and it flawless, uh, uh, uh, uh I hit your hoe last night and I [?] Live in the sky on a jet Got an extendo on the tech Soon as they see the baguette I put chinchilla on the carpet Choppas gon' dead like New Orleans I paid that hoe just might want it I fully loaded my Rollie I woke up today I was high I woke up today in the sky Let's get it, let's get it Let's get it, let's get it (Freeband) From city to city To city to city, to city They wet it, they wet it, they wet it They let me bust on their titties I spin it, I spin it, I spin it I try to forget it I'm callin' the shots, n***a Future lieutenant [Hook: Future] Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh I got a hoe with a text, uh I put a million in max, uh I put a song in the s**, uh I gotta fly like a [?], uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh I hit the hoe from the back, uh I hit the hoe from the back, uh I hit your hoe from the back, uh I hit your hoe from the back, uh [Verse 2: Young Thug] Thugger did you hit my hoe, yea, yea, yea, yea Thugger did you wipe my nose, yea, yea, yea, yea Thugger is you for show, yea, yea, yea, yea Your money tall like a fro, yea, yea, yea, yea (On God) They can't see inside I got tints on the rear, rear Hit em in the back just like Ricky, drop the beer, beer Private plane, tag on the wing and the rear, rear Hop up out the jet[?] I got bees on the gears Dab in the fashion, she perfect, I got her now she plastic I taught her how to go and get the cash, she came fast You better not giver her no money cause all she do is bringin' it to dad (Jeffery) [Hook: Future] Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh I got a hoe with a text, uh I put a million in max, uh I put a song in the s**, uh I gotta fly like a [?], uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh Countin' up a whole lotta racks, uh I hit the hoe from the back, uh I hit the hoe from the back, uh I hit your hoe from the back, uh I hit your hoe from the back, uh