[Intro: YBN Cordae]

Ah, ah

[Verse 1: H.E.R.]

Money help me get by

It don't matter if I

Cop myself expensive things

Buy myself a diamond ring

Married to the mula

Still ain’t got no lover

Lookin', all I see is green

Wonder, can you buy me these?

[Pre-Chorus: H.E.R.]

It's hard to trust the things that we lust

No fallin’ in love, we so out of touch

When no one's around, who's holdin' you down?

It seems like the only thing you know is

[Chorus: H.E.R.]

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All of 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 of 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 of 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 of your racks)

They don't relax your pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: H.E.R.]

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 ball, get the bag, yeah

Spend it all when I'm sad, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: H.E.R.]

It's hard to trust the things that we lust

No fallin’ in love, we so out of touch (Touch)

When no one's around, who's holdin' you down?

It seems like the only thing you know is

[Chorus: H.E.R.]

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All of 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 of 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 of 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 of your racks)

They don't relax your pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: YBN Cordae]

Uh, uh

Now you know a young nigga got them racks up on me

I can introduce you to my rapper homies

But I ain't gon' take you to the matrimony

Probably gon' leave you down, sad and lonely

My infatuation with these bags I'm facin'

Got a couple dollars, so congratulations

Tryna find love, so I'm navigatin'

Shower you with gifts, oversaturation

But I can't seem to find love without the ratchet shit

This gold dream of mine, why am I attached to this?

But happiness is when you glad in bliss

And the cash and shit is a catalyst

To cover up the pain, that's hazardous

The trouble, lust, and fame is attackin' quick

Oh my God

[Chorus: H.E.R.]

All of your racks and things (Racks)

All of your racks and things (All of 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 of 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 of 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 of your racks)

They don't relax your pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)