YC Feat. Ace Hood, Wiz Khalifa, Future - Racks On Racks (Lyrics)

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[Chorus]
Got campaign goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this song

We got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks

[Ace Hood]
Ok 'im a fly nigga like them planes
Swaggin' in my new thang
Hundred k for my chain
Twenty more for my ring
I got the bitches all over my dick
World around im that shit
We the best be that clique
Cartier on my wrist, see I be steady stacking them bands
Way to many in my pants
Rock but i never do dance
And i keep them blams like toucan sam
I say im so jean claude van damme
Yall just haters like ram
Back up on that bull
Pullin up in that ewwww
My racks on racks on racks
Show money no tax
Twenty for the show
Just to see me rap
Im talking paper back to back
new clip for that gat
climbing up on them charts
now we talkin plaques

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa]
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
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, 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 more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap
Oooh, you claim 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 bent
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
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her
Down

[Chrous]

We got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks

Nigga get yo raaaaaaacks!

[Future]
Gotta car lot in my garage
Gotta condo down near the stars
Im geeked up off dem barts
Gotta car i aint even gotta park
No key push button 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 bitin' this swag like sharks
One hit it ima knock it out the park
Trap beat so got damn hard
Got kush got lean got bart
That re re hard to scale
Got bricks dont need no scale
Im plugged in with the mail
Im part of the cartel
That rerock aint no clean
Sixty two hundred' for a neen
Said fuck it all up on jeans
ima true religion feen
Got bands in the pockets of my jeans
Need a kickstand way i lean
Promethazine feen
Styrofoam sprite and lean


[Chrous]

We got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks

Nigga get yo raaaaaaacks!

[Future]
No choice boy i forced out sports
To go and cop some 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' thousand dollars worth of clothes
Im froze im froze im cold
I keep me a big bank roll
I aint trickin' off on these hoes
These hoes bringin' me they soul
I will never sell my soul
Cash out on all these cars
These foreign foregin broads
Gotta nigga livin' in the stars
Im on my way to mars
Got keisha pam and nicki
They all wanna do a minaj
A ' free band free vans
We aint never gotta got damn flarge

[Chrous]

We got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Got racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks
Racks on racks on racks

Nigga get yo raaaaaaacks!

[Future]
Gotta know i keep dem racks
I stay countin' dem stacks
Them girls want to leave me alone
One fuck now she attaaaatched
Flow hot don't need no match
Sell work don't pay no tax
Im turnt up to the max
Don't even know how to relaaax
I drink so much damn lean
Had to wake up on a bean
Got racks off in my jeans
They bustin' out the seeeeams
Got kush all in my lungs
Get high like cheech and chong
Eight hundred a zone
Ain't blowin' it less it's stroooong
She hate on my iphone
Catch mine and then im gone
This girl wont leave me alone
I can not take her hooooome
Im gone off them barts
Bitch im not a star
Im drivin' foreign cars
Strapped up no bodyguaaaaaard

[Chorus]

YC Feat. Ace Hood, Wiz Khalifa, Future - Racks On Racks (Lyrics)