Racks On Racks-Yc/Jeezy/Bun B/Wiz Khalifa/Trae

[00:00.000] 作词 : Yc [00:00.545] 作曲 : Public Domain [00:01.91](Intro) [00:03.64]YC! [00:04.65]What you got? [00:05.21]Racks on racks on racks [00:06.33]He got [00:06.93]Racks on racks on racks [00:08.01]We got [00:08.58]Racks on racks on racks [00:09.64]Leggo [00:10.81]Hey [00:11.66]We got racks on racks on racks [00:13.12]She got [00:13.84]Racks on racks on racks [00:14.92]They got [00:15.47]Racks on racks on racks [00:16.38] [00:16.99](Chorus) [00:17.19]Got campaign goin' so strong [00:18.72]Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone [00:20.23]Spendin' money when your money is long [00:21.95]Real street niggas, ain't no clone [00:23.72]We at the top where we belong [00:25.34]Drink lean, rose, Patron [00:27.17]Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong [00:28.74]When the club 'bout to hear this song [00:30.51]We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [00:32.43]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [00:34.16]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [00:35.72]Got racks on racks on racks [00:37.33]Got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [00:39.31]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [00:41.03]Racks on racks on racks [00:42.56]Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back [00:43.81] [00:44.16](YC) [00:44.43]Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues [00:45.95]Iced out, okay, cool [00:47.62]Trapped up, know I keep that tool [00:49.05]That racks on racks so ma'****in' fool [00:50.80]All around the globe, bein' on TV [00:52.57]Everywhere you look, you see YC [00:54.44]Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' they were me [00:56.12]YC, YC, YC [00:57.68]Way too big for my ma'****in' jeans [00:59.37]I'm so fly I don't even got wings [01:01.08]Eyes real low, just blame it on the green [01:02.75]Girl cut up, got lean on lean [01:04.73]That shoebox shit, over with [01:06.50]She put it on the rack, won't notice it [01:08.13]My bank 'count, commas all over it [01:10.06]Racks on racks on racks [01:11.11] [01:11.38](Young Jeezy) [01:11.63]Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a hardtop? [01:15.07]Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot [01:18.53]Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock [01:21.91]Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop [01:25.35]Every night's a weekend, every day's a Friday night [01:28.71]You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice [01:32.00]'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks [01:35.51]All I sold is hundos, where the **** my twenties at? [01:38.17] [01:38.53](Wiz Khalifa) [01:38.89]Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off [01:42.44]Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost [01:45.78]Smoke like I'm in Cali, **** takin' flight, I blast off [01:49.18]Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off [01:52.42]Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps [01:55.81]Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that [01:59.16]Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap [02:02.54]Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap [02:05.89]Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet [02:09.20]We can't even talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent [02:12.49]They said "**** a young nigga, **** a young nigga" [02:15.89]I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna **** a young nigga [02:19.53]Yeah, I roll one and roll another one bigger [02:22.92]Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker [02:25.40]I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my liquor [02:28.86]Better make sure you **** your girl right 'fore I dick her [02:32.65]Down [02:33.17] [02:33.45](Waka Flocka Flame) [02:33.82]Flocka! [02:34.23]I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!) [02:37.80]Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me ****in' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!) [02:40.89]Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!) [02:44.56](Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you druuuunk [02:47.81]Got a bad bitch from the U.K. (Okay!) [02:49.48]She do everything I say (Okay!) [02:51.30]Go crazy when she hear music (Grove Street!) [02:52.73]She got "Grove St." on replay (Flocka!) [02:54.56]Got racks you don't understand (Uh-huh) [02:56.23]Money long from here to Japan (Uh-huh) [02:57.96]Know it good when she go no hands [02:59.54]Girl, you got me in a trance [03:01.26] [03:01.61](Chorus) [03:01.80]Got campaign goin' so strong [03:03.03]Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone [03:04.77]Spendin' money when your money is long [03:06.59]Real street niggas, ain't no clone [03:08.32]We at the top where we belong [03:09.99]Drink lean, rose, Patron [03:11.67]Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong [03:13.24]When the club 'bout to hear this song [03:14.92]We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [03:16.96]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [03:18.62]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [03:20.29]Got racks on racks on racks [03:21.86]Got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [03:23.78]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [03:25.51]Racks on racks on racks [03:27.12]Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back [03:28.29] [03:28.59](Cyhi The Prynce) [03:28.90]Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax [03:32.30]Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa [03:35.44]I make big plays, I got big chips [03:37.43]Blue money like six Crips [03:39.09]Switch gears like stick shifts [03:40.81]Fresh as hell, no Big Kipp [03:42.39]We buy cars, y'all flip whips [03:44.27]Catch us smokin' that quick trip [03:45.94]Pitch piff, that's a handspring [03:47.62]I like to call that a quick flip [03:49.39]Pull triggers like hamstrings [03:51.21]Boy, I'm doin' my damn thing [03:52.84]Baby blood with them bricks, pimp [03:54.42]Get off a key like I can't sing [03:56.14]Got the seven on me like big jersey [03:58.11]Ridin' round, and this bitch dirty [03:59.68]I'm the best, hands down [04:01.10]They nicknamed me 6:30 [04:02.77]I'm wit' Young Dose and YC [04:04.74]Readell Road, that's my street [04:06.46]Ask around on the Eastside [04:08.19]I'm the s-h-i-t [04:09.36] [04:09.72](Bun B) [04:10.02]Bun B, I'm underground king [04:11.53]In the candy-painted car on swang [04:13.04]With the top on drop and the trunk on pop [04:14.72]Boy, you can't tell me a damn thang [04:16.55]Fifth wheel on the back just hang [04:18.21]Hit corners, hit licks, hit stains [04:19.88]With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts [04:21.60]You're on neon lights in my bank [04:23.32]Yeah, I rep that P-A-T [04:24.96]One hundred, yeah, that's me [04:26.68]If you don't recognize, you gon' see [04:28.34]I'm a straight-up trill OG [04:30.28]In a black-on-black-on-black [04:31.83]Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks [04:33.52]Try to jack and I will attack [04:34.77]It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that [04:36.74] [04:37.10](B.o.B) [04:37.35]Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names [04:38.92]Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne [04:40.79]No, not bombs over Baghdad [04:42.47]But on the track, you can call me Hussein [04:44.55]That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a turban [04:47.08]But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!) [04:51.00]As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no wonder I'm electrifying [04:54.89]**** a brainstorm, I'll **** around and cause a power outage [04:58.33]And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors [05:01.57]But just gimme an hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel Tower [05:03.90] [05:04.26](Yo Gotti) [05:05.00]Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of scales [05:08.63]I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of yell' [05:11.96]Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong [05:15.29]Said 50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone [05:18.72]Gotta front me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you [05:20.49]Just ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do [05:22.13]Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth [05:23.78]Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 proof [05:25.52]Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice [05:28.97]And when I'm in the club it look like lights on lights on lights [05:31.52] [05:31.83](Chorus) [05:32.09]Got campaign goin' so strong [05:33.20]Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone [05:34.83]Spendin' money when your money is long [05:36.56]Real street niggas, ain't no clone [05:38.34]We at the top where we belong [05:40.11]Drink lean, rose, Patron [05:41.93]Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong [05:43.56]When the club 'bout to hear this song [05:44.97]We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [05:47.15]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [05:48.71]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [05:50.13]Got racks on racks on racks [05:52.06]Got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [05:53.87]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [05:55.64]Racks on racks on racks [05:57.26]Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back [05:58.32] [05:58.67](Wale) [05:59.08]Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call back [06:02.02]My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call you a cab [06:05.56]Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, ridin' around with Ms. Reece and them [06:09.14]When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia skin [06:13.39]I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down [06:15.96]Like soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out [06:19.47]And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s [06:22.90]I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's [06:26.00] [06:26.29](Cory Gunz) [06:26.55]The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks [06:29.69]From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat [06:32.87]Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo [06:36.36]Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes [06:39.85]Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home [06:43.14]Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone [06:46.63]Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades [06:49.97]Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade [06:54.68]I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave [06:57.99]Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' it's a game [07:01.28]See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge [07:02.95]Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid [07:04.67]Goin' for the grips every day 'til the grave [07:06.24]I be worried about chips, you be worried about the Lay's [07:08.06]Bitch [07:08.50] [07:08.81](Dose) [07:09.07]Got Activist in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins [07:12.04]Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness [07:15.28]In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012 Maserati [07:18.71]I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday [07:22.15]Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the Marley [07:25.68]Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket [07:29.07]Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry [07:32.51]Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried [07:35.39]Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin' [07:39.23]These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans [07:42.69]No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a swordsman [07:46.02]Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother [07:48.86] [07:49.12](Cory Mo) [07:49.42]Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack [07:51.30]Top dropped down, black on black [07:52.90]Fistful of wood, twisted for the good [07:54.57]Check my bank account, got racks on racks [07:56.35]Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques [07:58.07]Platinum and gold, you gots to love that [07:59.78]Posted up just like a thumbtack [08:01.31]Better hide ya ho, cause she bound to get snatched [08:03.23]H-Town, Texas to ATL [08:04.79]She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well [08:06.57]Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell [08:08.09]True player, Cory Mo cold as hell [08:09.90]Shows to do, got records to sell [08:11.52]Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the mail [08:13.29]If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in jail [08:14.93]Locked up for double life like "What the hell?" [08:16.54] [08:16.90](Chorus) [08:17.16]Got campaign goin' so strong [08:18.47]Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone [08:20.19]Spendin' money when your money is long [08:21.70]Real street niggas, ain't no clone [08:23.42]We at the top where we belong [08:25.05]Drink lean, rose, Patron [08:26.82]Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong [08:28.70]When the club 'bout to hear this song [08:30.52]We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [08:32.19]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [08:33.87]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [08:35.39]Got racks on racks on racks [08:37.06]Got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [08:38.93]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [08:40.66]Racks on racks on racks [08:42.32]Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back [08:43.57] [08:43.83](Nelly) [08:44.03]Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer [08:47.42]I'm crimson color painted, you can call that Alabama [08:50.77]I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll tide [08:54.31]He might have the same whip, but check out how I roll mine [08:57.80]Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the cars [09:01.10]The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout Mars [09:04.39]I ride wit' them boys in the middle of the map [09:06.31]St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap [09:08.00]Down to the Dirty, back up through the trap [09:09.51]But the money don't stack, man, money overlap [09:12.06]Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load [09:15.42]Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho' [09:18.47]Got a house on hundred acres, I've never seen my neighbors [09:22.17]A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur [09:25.71]Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome [09:28.90]Don't lease or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!" [09:32.37]Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides [09:35.81]Don't know which one I'ma drive, **** it, I'm just gon' fly [09:39.00] [09:39.36](Twista) [09:39.51]Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone [09:42.63]Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song [09:46.02]When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar [09:49.55]Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some killers and everybody know who we are [09:52.73]Get Money Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago [09:56.23]Anybody wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo' [09:59.57]Might as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck [10:02.99]I don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, cause I got racks on racks on racks [10:06.63]Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military [10:10.27]Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury [10:13.70]Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes [10:16.72]If you try to give it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you know [10:19.62] [10:19.83](Big Sean) [10:20.03]I got single bitches tryin', married bitches lyin' [10:23.49]I take 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom [10:26.53]I wake up fresher than these mother****ers ass is [10:29.67]Look inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth [10:33.66]Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds [10:36.74]My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no eye, no ow [10:40.34]I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Benjamin Franklin power [10:43.65]You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth [10:46.96]They called her Dickface, she called her connect [10:49.23](Called her connect) You call her collect [10:50.86]I call to collect, no need for a pet [10:52.59]If I throw this paper, yo' bitch gon' fetch [10:54.92](Do it!) B-I-G [10:57.45]And the track gon' be aight as long as we got me [11:00.54]I do it [11:00.83] [11:01.03](Trae) [11:01.38]I'm the hood if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at) [11:02.85]In the back of a Chevy that's all black (All black) [11:04.48]Racks on racks, I don't know how to act (Act) [11:05.73]Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track) [11:07.86]Free throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind) [11:09.38]King of the club, I bet you can't top (Top) [11:10.99]Bitch niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap) [11:12.50]Or the fact when the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!) [11:14.64]I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to stunt (Stunt) [11:15.99]Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month) [11:17.71]The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the front [11:19.41]While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt) [11:21.17]No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell) [11:23.17]Cause it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well) [11:25.00]I'm a blood mother****er, that dude'll tell (Dude'll tell) [11:26.66]Got 47 'neath the old-school as well (School as well) [11:28.33]I got lights on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops) [11:30.11]Couple of foreign cars that I ride no top (Tops) [11:31.75]Couple of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts) [11:33.48]A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot) [11:35.14]You can tell 'em that I don't give a damn [11:36.72]Hard as a mother****er, tell 'em I was HAM [11:38.39]Call it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam [11:40.31]Yeah, that's the type of nigga that I am [11:41.61] [11:41.73](Ace Hood) [11:41.94]Okay, I'm back off into this bitch (This bitch!) [11:43.76]Wit' a cup, and it's full of that liq' (Hot!) [11:45.28]Got racks, ain't talkin' tits (Ew-way!) [11:47.05]Big stacks, no Lego bricks (Woo!) [11:48.93]Hit a trick and a fiendin' nigga got it [11:50.23]I keep that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!) [11:52.23]Blew twenty bands in that King of Diamonds [11:53.84]Sorry, that's just part of my hobby (Swoop!) [11:55.62]And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies [11:59.00]That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some hockey [12:02.52]I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!) [12:05.91]Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local Walmart rack [12:09.14]Soon [12:09.50] [12:09.69](Chorus) [12:09.90]Got campaign goin' so strong [12:11.05]Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the phone [12:12.64]Spendin' money when your money is long [12:14.35]Real street niggas, ain't no clone [12:16.06]We at the top where we belong [12:17.83]Drink lean, rose, Patron [12:19.45]Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth strong [12:21.16]When the club 'bout to hear this song [12:22.94]We got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [12:24.81]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [12:26.49]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [12:28.10]Got racks on racks on racks [12:29.82]Got racks on racks on racks (Racks) [12:31.63]Racks on racks on racks (Racks) [12:33.36]Racks on racks on racks [12:35.03]Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold back [12:36.10]