Chris Young - Racks (Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)[Chorus]Got campaign going so strongGetting brain while I’m talking on the phoneSpend money when ya moneys this longReal street niggas ain’t no cloneWe at the top where we belongSpread lean rozay patroneSmoking on thousand dollar worth of strongWhen the club outta here its onGot Racks on racks on racksRacks on racks on racksRacks on racks on racksGot Racks on racks on racksGot Racks on racks on racksRacks on racks on racksRacks on racks on racksNigga hating me ain’t even tryna hold backGot a crawl outta my garageGot a condo down in the starsI’m geaked up off them barsGot a car I don’t even gotta parkNo keys push button startShe ain’t a dime I won’t get hardGot hoes that need a green cardSay I’ma dawg but I don’t even gotta barkGot swag that bite like sharksOne hit I’ma knock it out the parkTrap beating so goddamn hardGot Kush, Got Lean, Got barregot remix hard as scaleGot bricks don’t need no scaleI’m plugged in with the mailI’m part of the cartelGot rerock ain’t no cling6 two hundred for a ninThen ***** it all up on jeansI’ma true religion fiend’Got bands in the pockets of my jeansNeed a kickstand way I leanPromethazine fiendStamped on sprite and lean[Chorus][Wiz Khalifa]Racks on, racks offSee that blonde strip when my hats offLooking at my rollie, bout 30 grams what that cost,Smoke like I’m in Cali, *****, take a flight, I’ll blast off,Niggas talkin tattoos, 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 them it was a wrapNow my life ain't my life no more I told you niggas its a wrap, ewwYou claim you a dog, my nigga, I’m the vetWe can’t even talk unless you cut the check,I guess that's why all these niggas get madThey say ***** a young nigga, ***** a young nigga,I know there's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna ***** a young nigga, yaI roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I’m sicker,ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my liquorBetter make sure you ***** your girl right before I dick her... down,[Chorus]Y’all know I keep them racksI stay counting them stacksYa girl won’t leave me loneWanna ***** now she attachedFlow hot don’t need no matchSell work don’t pay no taxI’m turnt up to the maxDon’t even know how to relaxI drank so much that leanHad to wake up on a beanGot racks all in my jeansMan busting out the seamsGot kush all in my lungsGet High like cheech and chong800 a zone I ain’t blowin unless it strongCatch hell on my iphoneCatch mine and then I’m goneThe girl won’t leaveI can not take her homeI’m gone on them bars***** I’m not a starI’m driving foreign carsStrapped up no bodyguards
