[Intro]
(ZaySkillz)

[Verse 1]
Z06, C 63, CLA, or AMG?
She wanna hang with me, I'm finna keep her for myself
Percocet came in the mail
I put her in YSL
Damn, I'm high as hell
Try to rob, he failed
I been pushing the AMG, going a hundred miles, hope that bitch don't crash
And I better not catch you lacking, lil' n***a, I promise boy, that's yo' ass

[Chorus]
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Walk into Saks, spend a lil' sack, make it right back, look at them racks

[Verse 2]
I'm going too fed in the coupe
She wanna give mе head, like, "What it do?"
Convertiblе i8, drop the roof
Cut that shit out, we know you ain't gon' shoot
Choppa got a n***a hitting the "shoot"
[Chorus]
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks, look at them racks
Walk into Saks, spend a lil' sack, make it right back, look at them racks