YC! (What you got?) on racks on racks (He got) Racks on on racks (We got) Racks on on racks (Leggo) (Hey) We got racks on on racks (She got) Racks on on racks (They got) Racks on on racks
Got goin' so strong Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone Spendin' when your money is long Real street niggas, no clone We at the top where we lean, rose, Patron Smokin' on a thousand worth strong When the club to hear this song
We got racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Got racks on on racks
Got on racks on racks (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on Nigga, I even tryna hold back
YC
Still fresh, yeah, and in my Iced out, okay, Trapped up, know I keep that racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool All the globe, bein' on TV you look, you see YC Hatin'-ass niggas just they were me YC, YC, YC Way too big for my ma'fuckin' I'm so fly I even got wings Eyes real low, just blame it on the cut up, got lean on lean That shoebox shit, with She put it on the rack, won't it My 'count, commas all over it Racks on racks on
Young
Young, if it's convertible, how is it a hardtop? Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I my heart stop Every night's a weekend, every day's a night You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this my Friday ice '87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' racks All I is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?
Wiz
on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off Lookin' at my Rollie, thirty grand what that cost Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck flight, I blast off Niggas tattooes, we should have a tat-off Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps Just a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We can't talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a nigga" I know it's some girls in the right now who wanna fuck a young nigga I roll one and roll another one Niggas they sick, well, I'm sicker I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma my liquor Better make sure you fuck your right 'fore I dick her
Waka Flame
(Flocka!) I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!) Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her (Flocka!) Bad don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!) (Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you Got a bad from the U.K. (Okay!) She do I say (Okay!) Go crazy she hear music (Grove Street!) She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!) Got you don't understand (Uh-huh) Money long here to Japan (Uh-huh) Know it when she go no hands Girl, you got me in a
Got campaign goin' so Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone Spendin' when your money is long Real street niggas, no clone We at the top where we lean, rose, Patron Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth the club 'bout to hear this song
We got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Got on racks on racks
Got racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back
The Prynce
Got racks on on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big Blue money six Crips gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, no Big We buy cars, y'all flip Catch us smokin' that trip piff, that's a handspring I to call that a quick flip triggers like hamstrings Boy, I'm doin' my thing Baby with them bricks, pimp Get off a key like I can't Got the seven on me like big Ridin' round, and bitch dirty I'm the best, down They nicknamed me I'm Young Dose and YC Readell Road, my street Ask on the Eastside I'm the
Bun B
Bun B, I'm underground In the car on swang With the top on and the trunk on pop Boy, you can't tell me a thang wheel on the back just hang Hit corners, hit licks, hit With the in the front, wood wheel in the blunts You're on neon in my bank Yeah, I rep P-A-T One hundred, yeah, me If you don't recognize, you see I'm a straight-up OG In a Cadillac, a Mack on clacks Try to jack and I attack a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that
B.o.B
Call me Ray, but it's not two names through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne No, not bombs Baghdad But on the track, you can me Hussein That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a But I'm fly, y'all turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!) As a kid, I was by lightning, it's no wonder I'm electrifying Fuck a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power And it ain't no rivals, if it was, be no survivors Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Tower
Yo
Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of Got all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong 50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone Gotta me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you Just ran through a ticket, ain't nothin' to do Yeah, I love these streets I love the booth Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 Got white on on white, ice on ice on ice And when I'm in the it look like lights on lights on lights
Got campaign so strong Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone Spendin' when your money is long Real street niggas, no clone We at the top we belong Drink lean, rose, on a thousand dollars worth strong When the 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Got racks on on racks
Got racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) on racks on racks Nigga, I ain't even hold back
Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not back My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, call you a cab Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, ridin' with Ms. Reece and them When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia I shows out, like when I put that flow down Like soap when I put my on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out And all she want is more bags, but all I is more 1s I her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's
Gunz
The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, he clap on 'em like bravo Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on Those and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry four blades Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like grade I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a Let you niggas know my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' it's a game See me with the twin, buck a with the gauge Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be gettin' paid Goin' for the grips every day the grave I be worried chips, you be worried about the Lay's
Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins Frank wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness In the fast lane, gettin' slow in a 2012 Maserati I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' Friday Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the Inked up on my and arms, got them jams in my pocket Shout out to Sha Money, me in a hurry Daddy was a kingpin, a milli buried Nigga, you talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin' These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the No, you can't 'em, sharper than a swordsman Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother
Mo
Catch me in the with the trunk on crack Top down, black on black of wood, twisted for the good Check my bank account, got on racks Look around, fool, got a wall full of Platinum and gold, you gots to that up just like a thumbtack Better hide ya ho, she bound to get snatched H-Town, to ATL She got a fat ass, she prolly know me Keep it on the low, never kiss and True player, Cory Mo as hell Shows to do, got records to Got a whole BMI checks in the mail If was a crime, I'd be in jail Locked up for life like "What the hell?"
Got campaign goin' so Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the money when your money is long Real niggas, ain't no clone We at the top we belong Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a dollars worth strong When the club 'bout to hear this
We got racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Got on racks on racks
Got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back
Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer I'm crimson color painted, you can call Alabama I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide He might have the same whip, but out how I roll mine Y'all niggas ain't no stars, only in it for the cars The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine 'bout Mars I wit' them boys in the middle of the map St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap Down to the Dirty, back up through the But the money don't stack, man, money Yeah, y'all better it, mayne, right here we lock and load Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa Got a house on hundred acres, never seen my neighbors A in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur Now better leave me alone, got license for my chrome Don't lease or mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!" Tell the truth, I gon' lie, I got so many rides Don't know which one drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly
Everybody wanna because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do because I like this song When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, it from the jar Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', some killers and everybody know who we are Get Money Gang through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago Anybody get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo' Might as get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck I don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got on racks on racks Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I you if you could get at the general in my military Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village I kill and bury 'Cause I your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes If you try to give it to me at the door, I just I had to let you know
Big
(I bet bitch call me Big) I got single bitches tryin', married bitches I take 'em to the and leave our future in a condom I wake up fresher than these as is Look my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of on top of pounds My is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no eye, no ow I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Benjamin Franklin You buy her a house, I buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth called her Dickface, she called her connect (Called her connect) You call her I call to collect, no for a pet If I this paper, yo' bitch gon' fetch (Do it!) And the track be aight as long as we got me (I do it)
I'm the if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at) In the back of a Chevy all black (All black) on racks, I don't know how to act (Act) Track and field the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track) Free throws of money, bet you blind (Blind) of the club, I bet you can't top (Top) Bitch hate the fact I get guap (Guap) Or the fact when the money go up, it won't (Boy!) I'm in the club, tryna 'em how to stunt (Stunt) pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month) The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed a blunt (Blunt) No need to trip, you can tell 'em I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell) 'Cause the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well) I'm a blood motherfucker, that tell (Dude'll tell) Got 47 the old-school as well (School as well) I got on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops) Couple of foreign that I ride no top (Tops) Couple of whi-whips I ride like yachts (Yachts) A couple of lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot) And tell 'em that I don't give a Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM Call it what you want, do it for the fam Yeah, that's the of nigga that I am
Ace
Okay, I'm back off this bitch (This bitch!) a cup, and it's full of that liq' (Hot!) Got racks, ain't tits (Ew-way!) Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!) Hit a trick and a fiendin' got it I keep that hottie, just look at her (Hey!) Blew twenty in that King of Diamonds Sorry, that's just part of my (Swoop!) And I 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now wanna play some hockey I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper as Shaq (Oh, boy!) Blood, Sweat, and Tears, be on your local Walmart rack
Got campaign goin' so Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the Spendin' money when your money is street niggas, ain't no clone We at the top where we Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a thousand worth strong When the club 'bout to this song
We got racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Got racks on racks on
Got racks on racks on (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks Nigga, I ain't even tryna back