Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Racks , by - Wiz Khalifa. Song from the album Amber Kush, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eastside
Song language: English
Racks |
| 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 |