YC! (What you got?) on racks on racks (He got) Racks on on racks (We got) Racks on racks on (Leggo) (Hey) We got racks on racks on (She got) Racks on racks on (They got) Racks on on racks
Got campaign so strong Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone money when your money is long Real street niggas, no clone We at the top where we lean, rose, Patron Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong When the 'bout to hear this song
We got on racks on racks (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Got racks on on racks
Got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back
YC
Still fresh, yeah, and in my out, okay, cool Trapped up, know I that tool racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool All around the globe, on TV you look, you see YC Hatin'-ass niggas wishin' they were me YC, YC, YC Way too big for my jeans I'm so fly I don't even got Eyes real low, just blame it on the Girl cut up, got on lean That shit, over with She put it on the rack, won't it My bank 'count, commas all it on racks on racks
Young
Young, if it's convertible, how is it a hardtop? Bitch, I hit one button, my open like a hard spot Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my stop Every night's a weekend, day's a Friday night You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, just my Friday ice '87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty All I sold is hundos, 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 like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off Got on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps Just made a mill, count mill, so put that on top of that Way in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap 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 even talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga" I know it's girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga I roll one and roll one bigger Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma my liquor make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her
Waka Flocka
(Flocka!) I got racks on top of (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!) Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her (Flocka!) Bad boys 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 racks you understand (Uh-huh) Money long from here to (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' money when money is long Real niggas, ain't no clone We at the top we belong Drink lean, rose, on a thousand dollars worth strong When the club 'bout to hear song
We got racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Got racks on on racks
Got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on racks on Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold
The Prynce
Got racks on racks on racks, rap so wack on wax Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa I big plays, I got big chips Blue money like six Switch gears like stick as hell, no Big Kipp We buy cars, flip whips Catch us smokin' that quick piff, that's a handspring I like to call that a flip Pull triggers like Boy, I'm doin' my thing Baby blood with them bricks, Get off a key like I sing Got the seven on me like big Ridin' round, and bitch dirty I'm the best, down nicknamed me 6:30 I'm wit' Young and YC Readell Road, that's my Ask on the Eastside I'm the
Bun B
Bun B, I'm underground In the car on swang the top on drop and the trunk on pop Boy, you can't me a damn thang Fifth on the back just hang Hit corners, hit licks, hit With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the You're on neon lights in my 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 It's a fact that I ain't up my stacks like that
B.o.B
me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names Flyin' through the city, all-black, Wayne No, not over 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, just 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 and cause a power outage And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no Just gimme a hour, I'll it up like an Eiffel Tower
Yo
Got on top of bills, scales on top of scales I'm Mr. All White, got on top of yell' Got pills all on my phone, niggas know I'm wrong Said 50 for a song, and won't leave me 'lone Gotta front me a brick, ain't nothin' to you Just ran a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do Yeah, I love these streets like I the booth Mr. Music, I'm 100 proof Got white on on white, ice on ice on ice And when I'm in the club it like lights on lights on lights
Got campaign so strong Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the Spendin' when your money is long Real niggas, ain't no clone We at the top we belong Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong When the 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Got racks on racks on
Got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) on racks on racks Nigga, I even tryna hold back
Racks on on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call back My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might 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 alopecia skin I out, like dope 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 told her "Bring money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's
Cory
The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from of my slacks 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, then he clap on 'em bravo Throw sacks on 'em like hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes Young Money, Cash Money so strong, scorin', I'ma bring it on home Those Xans and the lean cause zones, tan with a mean jawbone Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat like four blades Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade I'm the shit nowadays, so wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave Let you niggas Milita 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 busy paid for the grips every day 'til the grave I be worried about chips, you be about the Lay's
Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my In the fast lane, gettin' brain 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 hands and arms, got them in my pocket out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry Daddy was a kingpin, a couple buried Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the No, you can't afford 'em, than a swordsman Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother
Mo
Catch me in the with the trunk on crack Top dropped down, on black Fistful of wood, twisted for the Check my bank account, got racks on Look around, fool, got a wall of plaques Platinum and gold, you gots to that Posted up just a thumbtack hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched H-Town, to ATL She got a fat ass, she prolly me well Keep it on the low, never kiss and player, Cory Mo cold as hell Shows to do, got records to Got a lotta BMI checks in the mail If was a crime, I'd be in jail Locked up for life like "What the hell?"
Got campaign so strong Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone Spendin' money when money is long Real niggas, ain't no clone We at the top we belong Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a dollars worth strong the club 'bout to hear this song
We got racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Got racks on on racks
Got on racks on racks (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks Nigga, I even tryna hold back
Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the I'm crimson color painted, you can call that I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide He might have the whip, but check out how I roll mine Y'all niggas no stars, y'all only in it for the cars The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout I ride wit' them boys in the of the map St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap Down to the Dirty, up through the trap But the money stack, man, money overlap Yeah, better watch 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, I've never my neighbors A chick in ATL and Buckhead to Decatur Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my Don't or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!" Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so rides Don't which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly
Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, by the zone Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly I like this song When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, it, pull it from the jar Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' killers and everybody know who we are Get Money Gang through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago wanna 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 see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got racks on racks on racks Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you get at the general in my military Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I and bury 'Cause I manipulate molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes If you try to give it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you
Big
(I bet bitch call me Big) I got single tryin', married bitches lyin' I take 'em to the crib and leave our in a condom I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth Man, that's racks on racks on on top of packs on top of pounds My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off 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 gon' 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 of a Chevy that's all black (All black) on racks, I don't know how to act (Act) Track and with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track) Free throws of money, bet you can't (Blind) of the club, I bet you can't top (Top) Bitch niggas the fact I get guap (Guap) Or the when the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!) I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt) Tryna up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month) The club underwater, 'em runnin' out the front 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) it's 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 lights on my wrist flash like cop (Cops) Couple of foreign cars that I no top (Tops) Couple of that 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 it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam Yeah, that's the type of that I am
Ace
Okay, I'm back off this bitch (This bitch!) Wit' a cup, and it's of that liq' (Hot!) Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!) Big stacks, no bricks (Woo!) Hit a trick and a nigga got it I keep that hottie, just at her body (Hey!) Blew twenty bands in that King of Sorry, that's just of my hobby (Swoop!) And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold copies That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play hockey I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!) Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on local Walmart rack
Got campaign so strong Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone Spendin' money when your money is Real niggas, ain't no clone We at the top where we lean, rose, Patron Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth When the club to hear this song
We got racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Got on racks on racks
Got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) on racks on racks Nigga, I ain't even hold back