MPC Cartel - Lotta Racks lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy] Hey, Soulja Hey Hey Yeah, you already know what it is, man Young rich n***a sh** Young n***as taking over [Hook: Soulja Boy] I'm getting the money, a lot of that I count the money, a lot of racks I'm getting the money, a lot of that I count the money, a lot of racks How about the Rari in matte black? Money ain't coming, will you [?] Money ain't coming, she [?] Money ain't coming, she [?] I get [?] I get money, a lot of racks I get money, a lot of racks I'ma go spend it and make it back I'ma go spend it and make it back I get the money, a lot of racks I get the money, a lot of racks I'm getting the money, a lot of racks [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] I get the guap and then I count it up Walk in the club and then I turn it up n***a playing with Dre, we gon' burn them up A hundred bricks in the Bentley truck Standing in the kitchen, hit the pot with the fork Young rich n***a, grab a pint and pour four Young n***a came from the streets [?] I jump out the rearview, got stars in the ceiling Hit them with two-two just so he can feel it That baby drink gon' drill a n***a like a dentist On a private jet, I'm on a mission With the price of that, [?] activist Take it, we rip it, then package it Tell them my plug, he come back with a hundred of these [?] [Hook: Soulja Boy] I'm getting the money, a lot of that I count the money, a lot of racks I'm getting the money, a lot of that I count the money, a lot of racks How about the Rari in matte black? Money ain't coming, will you [?] Money ain't coming, she [?] Money ain't coming, she [?] I get [?] I get money, a lot of racks I get money, a lot of racks I'ma go spend it and make it back I'ma go spend it and make it back I get the money, a lot of racks I get the money, a lot of racks I'm getting the money, a lot of racks [Verse 2: Spectacular] Pulled up in that Rari, got a bad b**h with that body Hoe freaky b**h get naughty, that p**y wet in that Rari Getting back rubs and my chest rubbed in that Challenger 300 I'm counting all these racks up, ‘bout ninety stacks of hundreds Been getting money, my n***as, from Dade County to Fruit Town Picking bags up with my n***as, try to f** her slow, but that b**h loud Flying in on that helipad, y'all broke n***as, y'all hella sad f** your b**h in my player pad [Hook: Soulja Boy] I'm getting the money, a lot of that I count the money, a lot of racks I'm getting the money, a lot of that I count the money, a lot of racks How about the Rari in matte black? Money ain't coming, will you [?] Money ain't coming, she [?] Money ain't coming, she [?] I get [?] I get money, a lot of racks I get money, a lot of racks I'ma go spend it and make it back I'ma go spend it and make it back I get the money, a lot of racks I get the money, a lot of racks I'm getting the money, a lot of racks