YC! (What you got?) Racks on on racks (He got) Racks on racks on (We got) on racks on racks (Leggo) (Hey) We got racks on racks on (She got) on racks on racks (They got) Racks on racks on
Got goin' so strong Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone money when your money is long Real street niggas, ain't no We at the top where we Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a dollars worth strong When the club 'bout to hear this
We got racks on on racks (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) Racks on racks on Nigga, I ain't even tryna back
YC
Still fresh, yeah, and in my Iced out, okay, Trapped up, know I keep that That on racks so ma'fuckin' fool All around the globe, on TV you look, you see YC Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' they me YC, YC, YC Way too big for my ma'fuckin' I'm so fly I even got wings Eyes real low, just it on the green Girl cut up, got on lean That shit, over with She put it on the rack, notice it My bank 'count, commas all it Racks on on racks
Jeezy
Young, if it's convertible, how is it a hardtop? Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a 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, every a Friday night You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this just my ice '87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty All I is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?
Wiz
Racks on, off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what cost Smoke I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off Got racks on on racks, naps on naps on naps Just made a mill, count another mill, so put on top of that Way in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap Now my life my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We even talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent They "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga" I know it's some girls in the crowd now who wanna fuck a young nigga I roll one and roll another one Niggas thinkin' sick, well, I'm sicker I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her
Waka Flocka
(Flocka!) I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!) on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (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 when she hear music (Grove Street!) She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!) Got racks you understand (Uh-huh) Money long from to Japan (Uh-huh) Know it when she go no hands Girl, you got me in a
Got campaign so strong Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the Spendin' money when money is long street niggas, ain't no clone We at the top we belong lean, rose, Patron Smokin' on a dollars worth strong When the club 'bout to this song
We got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Got racks on racks on
Got racks on racks on (Racks) Racks on on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks Nigga, I ain't even hold back
The Prynce
Got on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa I big plays, I got big chips Blue money six Crips Switch gears like stick as hell, no Big Kipp We buy cars, y'all whips Catch us smokin' quick trip Pitch piff, that's a I like to call that a flip Pull triggers like Boy, I'm doin' my thing Baby blood them bricks, pimp Get off a key like I sing Got the seven on me big jersey Ridin' round, and this dirty I'm the best, down They nicknamed me 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 candy-painted car on With the top on drop and the 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 in the blunts You're on neon lights in my Yeah, I rep that One hundred, yeah, me If you recognize, you gon' see I'm a trill OG In a Cadillac, like a Mack on Try to and I will attack It's a fact that I givin' up my stacks like that
B.o.B
Call me Bobby Ray, but not two names Flyin' the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne No, not bombs Baghdad But on the track, you can me Hussein why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a turban 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 and cause a power outage And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an 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 they leave me 'lone Gotta front me a brick, ain't nothin' to you ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do Yeah, I love these streets like I the booth Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 Got on white on white, ice on ice on ice And when I'm in the club it look like on lights on lights
Got campaign so strong Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone Spendin' money your money is long Real street niggas, ain't no We at the top where we Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong When the club to hear this song
We got racks on racks on (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (Racks) Got on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on (Racks) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks Nigga, I even tryna hold back
Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, call you a cab Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, ridin' around with Ms. and them When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than skin I shows out, dope when I put that flow down soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out And all she want is bags, but all I want is more 1s I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is
Gunz
The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks back of my slacks From the X to the in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat Then he on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em tight hoes Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on Those Xans and the lean cause zones, tan with a mean jawbone Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like blades Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade I'm the nowadays, so they 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 the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid Goin' for the grips every day the grave I be worried about chips, you be worried 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' slow brain in a Maserati I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my smokin' like Friday Puffin' on garlic, sick off all the Marley Inked up on my hands and arms, got jams in my pocket Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a Daddy was a kingpin, a couple buried Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans No, you can't afford 'em, sharper a swordsman Racks on racks, our strong, and YC like my brother
Mo
Catch me in the with the trunk on crack Top down, black on black Fistful of wood, for the good Check my bank account, got racks on Look around, fool, got a full of plaques Platinum and gold, you gots to love Posted up like a thumbtack Better ya ho, 'cause 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 cold as to do, got records to sell Got a lotta BMI checks in the mail If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in up for double life like "What the hell?"
Got campaign goin' so Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone Spendin' when your money is long Real street niggas, ain't no We at the top we belong Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a 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) on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on on racks Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back
Yeah, call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer I'm color painted, you can call that Alabama I'm not from Alabama, but out how I roll tide He have the same 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 Mars I ride wit' them in the middle of the map St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap to the Dirty, back up through the trap But the don't stack, man, money overlap Yeah, y'all watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa Got a on hundred acres, I've never seen my neighbors A chick in ATL and from to Decatur Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my Don't lease or your phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!" Tell the truth, I ain't lie, I got so many rides Don't know which one drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly
Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, head back, bottles by the zone Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I this song When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it the jar Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some and everybody know who we are Get Gang steppin' 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 well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got 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, shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an village when I kill and bury 'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, words, fill 'em up wit' holes If you try to give it to me at the door, I thought I had to let you know
Big
(I bet bitch call me Big) I got single tryin', married bitches lyin' I take 'em to the and leave our future in a condom I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is Look inside my closet, that shit look like 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 Benjamin Franklin power You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you in love, and I fell in her mouth called her Dickface, she called her connect (Called her connect) You call her I to collect, no need for a pet If I throw this paper, yo' 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 that's all (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 niggas hate the I get guap (Guap) Or the fact the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!) I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt) Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take a month (Month) The club underwater, 'em runnin' out the front While I'm in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt) No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as (Cool as hell) 'Cause it's the I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well) I'm a blood motherfucker, that tell (Dude'll tell) Got 47 'neath the old-school as (School as well) I got lights on my wrist that'll flash cop (Cops) Couple of cars that I ride no top (Tops) Couple of whi-whips that I like yachts (Yachts) A of haters 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 you want, I'ma do it for the fam Yeah, that's the type of nigga I am
Ace
Okay, I'm back off this bitch (This bitch!) Wit' a cup, and it's of that liq' (Hot!) Got racks, ain't talkin' (Ew-way!) Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!) Hit a trick and a nigga got it I keep hottie, just look at her body (Hey!) Blew twenty in that King of Diamonds Sorry, that's part of my hobby (Swoop!) And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I y'all copies That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some I'm nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!) Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your Walmart rack
Got campaign goin' so Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the Spendin' money when money is long Real street niggas, ain't no We at the top we belong Drink lean, rose, Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong When the club 'bout to hear song
We got on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on (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 hold back