Racks - Wiz Khalifa, Yc

What you got?

Racks on racks on racks

He got racks on racks on racks

We got racks on racks on racks, leggo!

(Esco, nigga!)

Hey, I got racks on racks on racks (I got you, nigga)

She got racks on racks on racks

They got racks on racks on racks

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I’m talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money’s this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain’t no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

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

Niggas I ain’t even tryna hold back

Gotta car lot in my garage

Got a condo down near the stars

I’m geeked up off them bars

Got a car I ain’t even gotta park

No key push button to start

She ain’t a dime I won’t get hard

Got hoes that need a green card

Say I’m a dog but I don’t even bark

Got em biting his swag like sharks

When I hit it I’mma knock it out the park

Drop beat so goddamn hard

Got kush, got lean, got barre

That Re-Rock hard to scale

Got bricks don’t need no scale

I’m plugged in with the mail

I’m part of the cartel

That re-rock ain’t no clean

6−2 hundred for a neen

Said fuck it all up on jeans

I’m a True Religion fiend

Got bands in the pockets of my jeans

Need a kickstand way I lean

Promethazine fiend

Styrofoam, Sprite and lean

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I’m talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money’s this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain’t no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

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 I ain’t even tryna hold back

No choice by force I was forced, to go and cop sum ice

Designer on my mojo, I live in the spotlight

Real street nigga, ain’t no flaw

Young Future gotta keep that raw

I swear I gotta get at you niggas

I’mma need me a round of applause

Bravo, bravo, bravo

Bravo, bravo, bravo, bravo

Got a hundred thousand dollars worth of clothes

I’m froze, I’m froze, I’m cold

I keep me a big bank roll

I ain’t 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-foreign broads

Got a nigga livin' in the stars

I’m on my way to Mars

Got Keyshia, Pam, and Nicki

They all wanna do a Minaj

A1, FreeBandz-FreeBandz

We ain’t never got to goddamn flodge

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I’m talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money’s this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain’t no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

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

Niggas hate me fall back

Gotta know I keep them racks

I stay counting them stacks

Them girls won’t leave me alone

One fuck now she attached

Flow hot don’t need no match

Sell work don’t pay no tax

I’m turned up to the max

Don’t even know how to relax

I drink so much damn lean

Had to wake up on a bean

Got racks off in my jeans

They busting out the seams

Got kush all in my lungs

Get high like Cheech and Chong

Eight hundred a zone

Ain’t blowing it unless it’s strong

She hate on my iPhone

Catch mine and then I’m gone

This girl want leave me alone

I can not take her home

I’m gone off them bars

Bitch I’m not a star

I’m driving foreign cars

Strapped up no bodyguard

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I’m talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money’s this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain’t no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

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 I ain’t even tryna hold back