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[Chorus] 

Got campaign going so strong 

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone 

Spend money when ya moneys this long 

Real street niggas ain't no clone 

We at the top where we belong 

Spread lean rozay patrone 

Smoking on thousand dollar worth of strong 

When the club outta here its on 

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 hating me ain't even tryna hold back 

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Got a crawl outta my garage 

Got a condo down in the stars 

I'm geaked up off them bars 

Got a car I don't even gotta park 

No keys push button start 

She ain't a dime I won't get hard 

Got hoes that need a green card 

Say I'ma dawg but I don't even gotta bark 

Got swag that bite like sharks 

One hit I'ma knock it out the park 

Trap beating so goddamn hard 

Got Kush, Got Lean, Got barre 

got remix hard as scale 

Got bricks don't need no scale 

I'm plugged in with the mail 

I'm part of the cartel 

Got rerock ain't no cling 

6 two hundred for a nin 

Then fuck it all up on jeans 

I'ma true religion fiend' 

Got bands in the pockets of my jeans 

Need a kickstand way I lean 

Promethazine fiend 

Stamped on sprite and lean 

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[Chorus] 

(Wiz Khalifa) 

Racks on, racks off 

See that blonde strip when my hats off 

Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams what that cost, 

Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, 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 wrap 

Now my life aint my life no more I told you niggas its a wrap, eww 

You claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet 

We can't even talk unless you cut the check, 

I guess thats why all these niggas get mad 

They say f-ck a young nigga, f-ck a young nigga, 

I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya 

I roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker, 

ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my liquor 

Better make sure you f-ck your girl right before I dick her.... down, 

[Chorus] 

Y'all know I keep them racks 

I stay counting them stacks 

Ya girl won't leave me lone 

Wanna f-ck now she attached 

Flow hot don't need no match 

Sell work don't pay no tax 

I'm turnt up to the max 

Don't even know how to relax 

I drank so much that lean 

Had to wake up on a bean 

Got racks all in my jeans 

Man busting out the seams 

Got kush all in my lungs 

Get High like cheech and chong 

800 a zone I ain't blowin unless it strong 

Catch hell on my iphone 

Catch mine and then I'm gone 

The girl won't leave 

I can not take her home 

I'm gone on them bars 

bitch I'm not a star 

I'm driving foreign cars 

Strapped up no bodyguards