[Lil Pump]
Ooh
Jetski, brr
Bitch
(Oh my God, Ronny)

[Lil Pump]
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Yeah)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin´, ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin´, ooh (Ooh)

[Lil Pump]
Watch how I blow through a million
Dive in the pussy, esskeetit, ooh (Yeah)
All of my whips came tinted
None of my cars ain´t rented, ooh (Woah), uh
Balmain and Celine (Yeah), off a molly and a bean, yeah (Okay)

This not Fruit of the Loom, my boxers, they say Supreme (Supremе)
She said, "Tussie, not pussy" (Huh?), my diamonds, they wеt like jacuzzi, yeah (Okay)
I put my thumb in her booty, ooh, it just went through her Ksubis, ooh (Ooh)
I got ten guns at my house, this shit look like Call of Duty (Baow, baow-baow)
Red diamonds on me, they ruby, suck on me, don´t give me cooties, uh (Ooh, damn)
Go from the jets to the jet-ski, your baby mama wan´ sex me, uh (Come here)
She eat me up like spaghetti, my diamonds splashin´, Baguettes, uh (Uh, wet)
Step on my bitch in Giuseppes, I´m in Ukraine with a semi (Huh? Baow)
All my jewelry, no security, dare a nigga try to test me (Huh? I dare you, ooh)

[Lil Pump]
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh
Racks all the way to the ceiling (Yeah)
I give a fuck how you feelin´, ooh (Brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin´ (Ooh)

[Tory Lanez]
She wanna fuck with Umbrella
But her friend ugly, I told her, "Hold up, lil´ fella"
Windex scented, my cash extended
As soon as it´s printed right fresh out the teller

I got a old check, whew, blowin´ off dirt ´fore I take it out the cellar
Lil´ bitch callin´ me rude, hatin´ all of my views
"Bitch, you fat as my pockets," you know I´ma tell her
I hit that bitch with a wink
Fuck her in the bathroom, washin´ my dick in the sink
If it´s a ting, it´s a ting
Bobbin´ and weavin´ that pussy and doin´ my thing in the ring
I´m goin´ stupid on Cubans, it´s link after link after link
I´m doin´ sour in all of my relationships, I be lyin´ ´bout fling after fling after fling after f-, hmm
Wearin´ this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse

How many hundred-dollar bands and booby can I cut the rubber band off and tear out?
Touchin´ way too much cash for me to care ´bout
Still´ll come kill a nigga ´bout my payout
These niggas talkin´ hot, I feel like A.I. with the shot
I let the AR come and air out, woo

[Lil Pump & Tory Lanez]
Racks all the way to the ceiling (Tory)
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Lil´ Tory)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin´, ooh (Ooh, brr)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh (Esskeetit)
Racks all the way to the ceiling
I give a fuck how you feelin´ (Ooh)