Future ft. Young Chris - Racks | Текст песни

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• Future ft. Young Chris
• Racks

What U Got
Racks On Racks On Racks
He Got Racks On Racks On Racks
We Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaacks (Leh Go)
I Got I Got Racks On Racks On Racks
She Got Racks On Racks On Racks
They Got Racks On Racks On Racks

(Chorus)
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rozay', Patron
Smoking On thousand Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

Got Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks(x3)
N***as Hate Me Faall Baacck

(Verse 1 YC)
Gotta Car Lot In My Garage
Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars
Im Geeked Up Off Dem Bars
Gotta Car, I Aint Even Gotta Park
No Key Push Button To Start
She Aint A Dime I Won't Get Hard
Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card
Say Ima Dogg But I Don't Even Bark
Got Em Biting This Swag Like Sharks
When I Hit It Ima Knock It Out The Park
Trap Beat So Got Damn Hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got Bars
Got Remix Hard To Scale
Got Bricks Dont Need No Scale
Im Plugged In With The Mayor
Im Part Of The Cartel
That ReRock Aint No Clean
62 Hundred For A Neen
Said Fuck It All Up On Jeans
Ima True Religion Phein
Got Bands In The Pockets Of My Jeans
Need A Kickstand Way I Lean
Promethazine Phein, Styrofoam, Sprite And Lean

(Chorus)
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rozay', Patron
Smoking On thousand Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

Got Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks(x3)
Niggas Hate Me...Try To Hold Baacckkk

(Verse 2 Future)
No Choice By Force I Sport
To Go And Cop Sum Ice
Designer On My Mojo
I Live In The Spotlight
Real Street Nigga Aint No Flaw
Yung Future Gotta Keep Dat Raw
My Swag I Gave To You Niggas
Ima Need Me A Round Of Applause
Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO
Gotta Hundred Dollars Worth Of Clothes
Im Froze (Im Froze) Im Cold
I Keep Me A Big Bank Roll
I Aint Tricking Off On These Hoes
These Hoes Bringing Me They Soul
I Wil Never Sell My Soul
Cash Out On All These Cars
These Foreign (Foreign) Broads
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Gotta Nigga Living In The Stars
Im On My Way To Mars
Got Keyshia, Pam And Nicki
They All Wanna Do A Minaj
A.1., Free Band, Free Vans...We Aint Never Gotta Got Dam Flarge

(Chorus)
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rozay', Patron
Smoking On thousand Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

Got Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Racks On Racks On Racks
Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks(x3)
Niggas Hate Me...Try To Hold Baaccckk

(Verse 3 YC)
Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks, I Stay Counting Them Stacks
Dem Girls Want Leave Me alone
One Fuck....Now She Attaaaatched
Flow Hot Don't Need No Match
Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax
Im Turned Up To The Maxx
Don't Even Know How To Relaaaax
I Drink So Much Damn Lean
Had To Wake Up On A Bean
Got Racks Off In My Jeans
They Busting Out The Seeeeams
Got Kush All In My Lungs
Get High Like Cheech and Chong
Eight-Hundred A Zone
Ain't Blowing It Less It's Strooong
She Hate On My iPhone
Catch Mine And Then Im Gone
This Girl Want Leave Me Lone
I Can Not Take Her Hoooome
Im Gone Off Them Bars
Bitch Im Not A Star
Im Driving Foreign Cars
Strapped Up No Bodyguuaaaard

(Chorus