Racks On Racks Freemix (Explicit) - Chamillionaire

Racks on racks on racks hold up

Racks on racks on racks hold up

Racks on racks on racks hold up

Racks on racks on look at me

Racks on racks on racks hold up

Racks on racks on racks hold up

Racks on racks on racks hold up

Racks on racks on look at me

I'm as real as when you met me

Think its time to get this feddy

If your down to get this feddy that's whats up

When I drop I hope your ready

Cause that poison gon be deadly

Universal call my celly hang up

Got a whip white as madonna

And a chick but I don't call her

I'm allergic to any couch that's under 20 thousand dollars

I don't sip much to be honest

Gotta chick named pochahontas

And she say my bank account got like a hundred thousand commas

Making stacks on top of stacks

And really it couldn't be nothing lesser

If she say she got brain then I guess I'll be her professor

And if you got racks on racks

Then I stack dressers up on dressers

Cause my pockets stay on max

Your pockets must be on compresser

Betcha I'm a money catcher

This is something you can't measure

Stacks ain't human if it was theyd be the fattest heffa ever

Once I put em all together where your jeweller please go tell her

See me rocs be throwin up he must be signed to rocafella

When you pull up in your ride they be that ain't nothing special

When I pull up to valet they say hey look how god has blessed you

They think its a submarine tryna figure out the vessel

Call it uncle panamera next to that I got its nephew

Got a firm verizon celly

Got a chain and its so heavy

Got a kit under the chevy

Crib like the amex on pelly

I be always fresh as veggie

I be making cake like betty

Got no time for nothing petty

Got no time for nothing petty

So real signed me to my own deal

All these girls do cartwheels when I pull up on new car wheels

She don't even know what it is

She said it look like its on stilts

Swagger always on trill lyrics always on ill

If you ain't talking racks we ain't talking back

If you ain't talking stacks what the f**k I'm a do with that

If you ain't talking racks we ain't talking back

You know me I'm about my money whatcho name is brat tat tat

I got a so so sickening flow six oh six fo fo

Trying to get to my crib westside chicago there it go

Atlanta where I live got mo than one residence

I'm the undertaker for them dead presidents

I gave em two and a half I been behind that fence

Threw on an ankle monitor on parole then probation seven mo years

I ain't got no mo piss for em my fear gone

Strong about to show em how the f**k I come home

Jumping on erything I can get on spit on

Getting down and dirty well I'm bound to get my grit on

Bottle hustle hard about to buy two three mo cars

Grand open my club let me empty out the whole bar

The next stop is magic yup city we stop traffic

Police escort we got it gone I'm showing out and I'm laughing

Some faces looking shitty cause they can't do what we do never

I'm a make it make it rain for me and you

Have you ever seen a lady who stacks the hundred dollar bills

Better getchu an umbrella I'm flooding it up in here

If you ain't talking racks we ain't talking back

If you ain't talking stacks what the f**k I'm a do with that

If you ain't talking racks we ain't talking back

You know me I'm about my money whatcho name is brat tat tat

Racks on racks off see that blonde stripper my hats off

Looking at my rollie bout thirty grand what that cost

Smoke like I'm in cali f**k taking flight I blast off

Niggas talking tattooes 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 em it was a wrap

Now my life ain't my life no more I told you ni**a its a wrap

Oooh you claim you a dog my ni**a I'm the vet

We can't even talk less you got the check

I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent

They said f**k a young ni**a f**k a young ni**a

I know its some girls in the crowd right now

Who wanna f**k a young ni**a

I roll one and roll another one bigger

Niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker

I'm a smoke my w**d and I'm a drink my liquor

Better make sure you f**k your girl right fore I dick her

Down

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on blowing head back bottles by the zone

Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way

I do simp-a-ly because I like this song

When I step up out the maserati car

Gotta pull it pull it pull it pull it from the jar

Then I blow I'm a close out the par

With some killers and everybody know who we are

Get money gang stepping through the do chi-cago cago cago

Anybody wanna get into it come on and do it for security

We gon make em pull the flo

Might as well get it off yo chest while everybody got ammunition on deck

I don't see them mother fukers as a threat

Cause I got racks on racks on racks

Oh twista I see your future finna shoot ya

I salute you if you could get at the general in my military

Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats

I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury

Cause I manipulate your molecular structure other words fill em up with holes

If you try to give it to me at the door

I just thought I had to let you know