[Intro]
All of these bands, I'm gettin’ rich
Talkin' that shit, and we pull up with blicks
Whole lotta bands, a whole lotta sticks
I got rackies, I got rackies, they forever last
I just count up all my money, stay up in my bag
I got all the shit I wanted and I wished I had
Now, these n***as envy me, now, they all be mad—

[Verse 1]
I got rackies, I got rackies, they forever last
Like, push a bitch, hold up (Thank you)
Like, push a bitch, I got a stick
I got a chopper, it's time to hit
Look at my clothes, Dior my fit
Look at my shoes, rockin’ that Rick
All of these bands makin' me sick
All of these bands, I'm gettin' rich
Talkin' that shit, and we pull up with blicks
Whole lotta bands, a whole lotta sticks

[Chorus]
I got rackies, I got rackies, they forever last
I just count up all my money, stay up in my bag
I got all the shit I wanted and I wished I had
Now, these n***as envy me, now, they all be mad
They be hatin' on the kid, that's a big no-no
Swear I cannot do no friends, gotta ride solo
And I'm Gucci all down from my head to toes
And I stay up in my grind, all up in my mode
[Verse 2]
I said, "Once I go, that shit gon’ sell"
My red K came straight from hell
You n***as rats, you n***as tell