YC - Racks (feat. Future) Lyrics

[Intro:]
(YC) 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 Champaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I'm Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Ain't No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Drank Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 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)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks) (Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

[Verse 1: YC]
Gotta Car Lot In My Garage, Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars
I'm Geeked Up Off Dem Bars, Gotta Car I Ain't Even Gotta Park
No Key Push Button To Start, She Ain't A Dime I Won't Get Hard
Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card, Say I'm a Dogg But I Dnt Even Bark
Got Em Biting His Swag Like Sharks,
When I Hit It I'm a Knock It Out The Park
Trap Beat So Got Damn Hard, Got Kush Got Lean Got Bar
That RE RE Hard To Scale, Got Bricks Dnt Need No Scale
I'm Plugged In With The Mail, I'm Part Of The Cartel
That ReRock Ain't No Clean, 62 Hundred For A Neen
Said F*ck It All Up On Jeans, I'm a 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 Champaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I'm Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Ain't No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Drank Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 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)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks) (Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

[Verse 2: Future]
No Choice Boy I Forced Out Sports, To Go And Cop Sum Ice
Designer On My Mojo, I Live In The Spotlight
Real Street Nigga Ain't No Flaw, Yung Future Gotta Keep Dat Raw
My Swag I Gave To You Niggas, I'm a Need Me A Round Of Applause
Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO
Gotta 100, 000 Dollars Worth Of Clothes, I'm Froze (I'm Froze) I'm Cold
I Keep Me A Big Bank Roll, I Ain't 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
Gotta Nigga Living In The Stars, I'm On My Way To Mars
Got Keyshia, Pam And Nicki, They All Wanna Do A Minaj
A.1., Free Band, Free Vans, We Ain't Never Gotta Got Dam Flarge

[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I'm Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Ain't No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Drank Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 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)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks) (Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

[Verse 3: YC]
Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks, I Stay Counting Them Stacks
Dem Girls Want Leave Me Lone, One F*ck Now She Attaaaatched
Flow Hot Don't Need No Match, Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax
I'm 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, Man Busting Out The Sceeeene
Got Kush All In My Lungs, Get High Like Ching and Chong
Eight-Hundred A Zone, Ain't Blowing It Less It's Strooong
She Hate On My iPhone, Catch Mine And Then I'm Gone
This Girl Want Leave Me Lone, I Can Not Take Her Hoooome
I'm Gone Off Them Bars, Bitch I'm Not A Star
I'm Driving Foreign Cars, Strapped Up No Bodyguuaaaard

Got Champaigne Going So Strong
Getting Brain While I'm Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Ain't No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Drank Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 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)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks) (Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

(YC)
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(Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)

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