yc feat young jeezy, wiiz khalifa, waka flocka, cyhi da prynce, bun b, twista, dose, b.o.b, big sean, cory mo, cory gunz, nelly - racks on racks | Текст песни
[Intro: YC] (YC!) Whatchu got? Racks on racks on racks (He got) racks on racks on racks (We got) racks on racks on raaacks (Leh'go!) Ayy! I got, racks on racks on racks (She got) racks on racks on racks (They got) racks on racks on racks [Chorus: YC] Got campaign goin so strong Gettin brain while I'm talkin on the phone Spend money when ya money gets long Real street nigga, ain't no clone We at the top where we belong Sip lean, rosé, Patron Smokin on thousand dollar worth of strong when the club 'bout to hear this soooong (Whatchu got?) We got racks on racks on racks (racks), racks on racks on racks (racks) Racks on racks on racks (racks), got racks on racks on raaaaacks Got racks on racks on racks (racks), racks on racks on racks (racks) Racks on racks on racks (racks), nigga ain't even tryna hold baaaack [YC] Still fresh ahead of my Trues Ice shot, okay, coon Strapped up, know I keep that tool That racks on racks a muh'fuckin fool All around the globe, bein on TV E'rywhere you look, you see YC Hatin ass niggaz just wishin they were me -- YC, YC, YC Way too big for my muh'fuckin jeans I'm so fly I don't even got wings Eyes real low, just blame it on the green Girl caught up, got lean on leaaaaaan That shoebox shit, over with She put it on the rack, won’t notice it My bank count, commas all over it Racks on racks on raaa-aa-acks [Young Jeezy] Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a hardtop? Bitch I hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot (Daaaaaamn!) Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch my life was hard knock Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch I think my heart stop (Yeaaaaaaaah!) E'ry night's a weekend, e'ry day’s a Friday night You ain't seen nothin yet, bitch this just my Friday ice 87 brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin thirty racks All I sold is hund'uns, where the fuck my twenties at? [Wiz Khalifa] Uh... Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off Lookin at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin flight, I blast off Niggaz talkin tattoos, we should have a tat-off Got racks on racks on racks... naps on naps on naps Just made a mil, count another mil, so put that on top of that Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap Now my life ain't my life no mo', I told you, nigga it's a wrap OOOH! you claim you a dog, my nig, I'm the vet We cain't even talk 'less you cut the check I guess that's why all of these niggaz get bad They said, "Fuck a young nigga! Fuck a young nigga!" I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga - yeah! I roll one and roll another one bigger Niggaz thinkin they sick, well, I'm sicker I'ma smoke, my weed and I’ma drink, my liquor Better make, sure you fuck ya girl right 'fore I dick her, down (Flocka!) [Waka Flocka Flame] I got racks on top of racks (Uh!) Stacks on top of stacks (Uh!) Bands on top of bands (Uh!) Got me fuckin her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!) Bad boys don’t do papers (Flex!) Double shot for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!) Clap two times if you druuuuuuuuunk (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP, FLOCKA!) Got a bad bitch from the U.K. (Okay!) She do everything I say (Okay!) Go crazy when she hear music (Grove Streeeeeeeet!) She got "Grove St." on replay (Flocka!) Got racks you don't understand (Uh- huh) Money long from here to Japan (Uh- huh) Do it good when she go (No Hands) Girl, you got me in a traaaaaance [Chorus] [CyHi Da Prince] Got racks on racks on racks (racks) Y'all rap so wack on wax (wax) (Purple) by the pound, that's that Flacco -- haaaaaah! I make big plays, I got big chips, blew/ blue money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts, fresh as hell, I'm Big Gipp We buy cars. y’all flip whips, catch us smokin that quick trip Pitch piff, that's a handspring, I like to call that a quick flip Pull triggers l