I wrote that song called desire said I want diamonds on my wrist
Don't give a fuck if you judge me a young n***a tryna get rich
Cop a whip Grand Turismo Fill up a Birkin for my bitch
Get matching jewels with my momma
Go shopping w my little sis

I want a little taste of the life
I want a bigger place to lay at night
Might just cop a Wraith
Keep it for a day
If you ain’t tryna get paid
Get the fuck up out my way
Money haffi make
Get gwop Stack fast like I'm tryna win a race

Ooh, racks
I can't act like I don’t dream
Living lavish luxury
Full staff House maid Paid in full vacation, sailin'

I want racks

Flying private sea to sea
Living lavish luxury
If I see it I like it I want it
No more leasin'
Own it Paid it off
Cash No interest

I want BBC
A.P.C
Acne jean
And Gucci
With the mawd embroidery on the sleeve
I want power I want peace
I want 8 or like 10 hours of sleep
Fill the fridge
Cook a feast
Belly full
Back to sleep

And wake up and back to the chase
No handouts all self made
Tryna make a lane
I just want the money money money money money money fuck fame

Cop 100 acres like YE
Try to hit a billy like JAY
Couple dozen businesses in my name
Stock goin' up lets trade
Money haffi make
Stack fast like I'm tryna win a

Can't go too fast I might crash
And burn
Lesson learned
For some dollars I've seen people give up values that they had That shit hurts
But I might still do it for the
Racks

I can't act like I don’t dream Living lavish luxury
Full staff
House maid
Paid in full vacation, sailin’ (We're goin on vacation babe)

I want racks
Flying private sea to sea
Living lavish luxury
If I see it I like it I want it
No more leasin’
Own it
Paid it off