chamillionaire
racks on racks (freemix) (feat. da brat & twista)
[Chorus: Y C.] 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 racks Got racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks (Racks) Racks on racks on racks [Chamillionaire: x2] Racks on racks on racks (hold up) Racks on racks on racks (hold up) Racks on racks on racks (hold up) Racks on racks on racks [Chamillionaire:] I'm as real as when you met me Think it's time to get this feddy If your down to get this feddy, that's what's up When I drop I hope your ready Cause that poison gon be deadly Universal call my celly, hang up Got a whip white as madonna And a chick but I don't call her I'm allergic to any couch that's under 20 thousand dollars I don't sip much to be honest Gotta chick named pochahontas And she say my bank account got like a hundred thousand commas Making stacks on top of stacks And really it couldn't be nothing lesser If she say she got brain then I guess I'll be her professor And if you got racks on racks Then I stack dressers up on dressers Cause my pockets stay on max Your pockets must be on compresser Betcha I'm a money catcher This is something you can't measure Stacks ain't human if it was they'd be the fattest heffa ever Once I put em all together where your jeweller please go tell her, see me rocs be throwin up he must be signed to rocafella When you pull up in your ride they be that ain't nothin special When I pull up to valet they say hey look how god has blessed ya They think it's a submarine tryna figure out the vessel Call it uncle panamera next to that I got it's nephew Got a firm verizon celly Got a chain and it's so heavy Got a kit under the chevy Crib like the amex on pelly I be always fresh as veggie I be making cake like betty Got no time for nothin petty Got no time for nothin pettyy So real, signed me to my own deal All these girls do cartwheels when I pull up on new car wheels She don't even know what it is But she said it look like it's on stilts Swagger always on trill lyrics always on I'll [Da Brat:] If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back If you ain't talkin stacks, what the fuck I'm a do with that? If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back You know me I'm about my money (what'cho name is) Brat-Tat-Tat I got a So So sickening flow, six-oh-six-fo'-fo' Tryin to get to my crib, Westside Chicago (there it go) Atlanta where I live, nigga got mo' than one residence I'm the undertaker, for them dead Presidents I gave 'em two and a half, I been behind that fence Threw on an ankle monitor, on parole, then probation seven mo' years I ain't got no mo' piss for 'em, my fear gone Strong, 'bout to show 'em how the fuck I come home Jumpin on e'rything I can get on, spit on Gettin down and dirty well I'm bound to get my grit on Bottle hustle hard, 'bout to buy two, three mo' cars Grand open my club, let me empty out the whole bar The next stop is Magic (yup) City we stop traffic Police escort we got it, gone I'm showin out and I'm laughin Some faces lookin shitty, cause they can't do what we do (never) I'm a make it, make it, rain, for me and you Have you ever seen a lady, who stacks the hundred dollar bills? Better get'chu an umbrella, I'm floodin it up in here If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back If you ain't talkin stacks, what the fuck I'm a do with that? If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back You know me I'm about my money (what'cho name is) Brat-Tat-Tat [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 OOh, 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 I roll one and roll another one bigger Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker I'm a smoke my weed and I'm a drink my liquor Better make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her Down [Twista:] Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' 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 like this song When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar Then I blow, I'm a close out the par', with' some killers and everybody know who we are Get Money Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago Anybody wanna 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 ammunition on deck I don't see them motherfukers 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 could get at the general in my military Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury 'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up with' holes If you try to give it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you know