Racks – H.E.R. ft. YBN Cordae (Video + Lirik)

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    Money help me get by
    It don’t matter if I
    Cop myself expensive things
    Buy myself a diamond ring
    Married to the mullah
    Still ain’t got no lover
    Looking, all I see is green
    Wonder can you buy me theseIt’s hard to trust the things that we lust
    No falling in love, we so outta touch
    When no one’s around, who’s holdin’ you down?
    It seems like the only thing we know is

    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

    They don’t understand
    They don’t know how to get the stacks up
    If I drop a hundred bands
    I’ma get it right back up
    And if I fall it don’t matter
    I’ma a ball, get the bag, yeah
    Spend it all when I’m sad, yeah, yeah, yeah

    It’s hard to trust the things that we lust
    No falling in love, we so outta touch
    When no one’s around, who’s holdin’ you down?
    It seems like the only thing we know is

    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

    [YBN Cordae:]
    Now you know a young nigga got them racks up on me
    I can introduce you to my rapper homies
    But I ain’t gonna take you to the matrimony
    Prolly gonna leave you down, sad and lonely
    My infatuation with these bags and faces
    Got a couple dollars so congratulations
    Tryna find love so I’m navigatin’
    Shower you with gifts over saturation
    But I can’t seem to find love without the ratchet shit
    This little dream of mine, why am I attached to this?
    But happiness is when you glad and bliss
    And the cash and shit, is a catalyst
    To cover up the pain, it’s hazardous
    The trouble, lust, the fame, it’s attacking quick, my God

    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah
    All of your racks and things (Racks)
    All of your racks and things (All your racks)
    They don’t relax your pain, yeah, yeah, yeah

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