[Intro: Future]
Pluto and Double, and you know they in trouble
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse 1: Future]
When I was low down on my funds, they had to go out and lurk
Living out here's new, this trigger finger itchin' going berserk
Had to put my wrist inside a pyrex, and I doubled my work
I had to put lil double on a move, you put inside of a church
Standing in the gutter with my brother, grab a [?] go berserk
Walkin down ya opp with a Glock that put boy under the earth
I just tell the thot on the stock, bend her over and pull up the skirt
You having bad bitches coming over just to get lurked
Im with the drillers [?]
Movin up in a wide body lambo, and pulled off in a ghost
I put that shit on evеry time, I wake up on glow
Ho' need a percocеt from how i fucked in her throat
My money murda, money through the ceiling from the floor
Loud gas bag zooties smellin' like a [?]
Told her chop, and I keep it true like I'm from [?]
Paint your street red like makeup, leave your brains all on floor
You a walk down member, get up out of my [?]
Still rollin' off a pill I done popped from the night before
Got my young n***a goin up, million dollar float
Got my young bitch, litty too, million dollar ho'
[Chorus: Future]
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, rack
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, racks

[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]
[?] I'd do the loan before I'm broke, I'd be rich
[?] I'm on your birthday jet to [?]
Wanted for [?] lil man [?] car got no ceiling
(No feelings, money over bitches n***a, money over bitches)
Still trappin while rappin, slip in all the packing
[?] your MAC-10, put you on your back
Once I [?] with Pluto, I took off and never looked back
I done made myself a bosser, (done made myself a bosser)
Then we can turn powder into salt [?]
Bitch I'm [?]
100 thousand, this one lick, I'll bring a M out for the crack
[?] racks, racks, racks
And I'm gon' spend (facts, facts, facts, facts)
This money [?] (Spend it again, yeah)
Spend it again, I [?] that n***a [?], we [?]
No, cops can not come to my hood, not my friend
Pussy, free thugger, free slime
[Chorus: Future]
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, rack
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, yeah
I just rack it in, rack it in, rack it in, rack it in
Rack it, rack it, rack it, racks