Cuban Doll - Racks Up lyrics

[Verse] All these b**hes, mad I got my sack up You ain’t go do nothing lil’ b**h you can back up All these b**hes thinking they can f** with me What is good? b**h I need some company One deep, and you little b**hes under me Hair done, nails done, b**h that’s everyday Everyday I’m getting this cake You broke I can’t relate I tried to put you b**hes on But it’s a little late You was talking hella sh** That chopper in your face b**h you know your place You can not f** with me Have that n***a on my line Then he stuck with me Big b’s, big bands, b**h I’m bubbling f** a friend, my Glock it be lovely Just left my show and you hoes ain’t touching me Always talking on the net don’t never do none First the hundred, brazy b**h it gon’ bruise some Call Molly Brazy, b**h she gon’ shoot some Got the gang with me, b**h we gon’ rule some Got my racks up, b**h you see them hundreds stuffed Bad b**hes in the back they getting drunk as f** Thick hoes, shaking a** b**h f** it up Better watch your step cause you touch me you gon’ get touched Now it don’t take much to get a b**h gone Five bands on your head send you home Late nights and we creeping til’ the morn’ Cuban baby, yeah I’m sitting on my throne [Outro] Now it don’t take much to get a b**h gone Five bands on your head send you home