Lil’ Chris, Wonder B, Young Thug, Shawty Lo - Racks On Me lyrics

So you know my crew? We
The Most Dangerous Clique
And we got a lot of money bags
Call us the ROC you looking for us?

We on Peachtree, eating at Slice, no pizza
Racks on me, no Visa
And if one of you cats play you get a
Bunch of red spots like a SuWoo cheetah
My ho like Thug you hot
And I'm like pshh stop, bitch I'm a freezer
My whole crew ball like eagles
I hate that fuck nigga from cheaters
My left pockets on Monique
My ho sittin' round watchin' Murray
Right pockets on Rhikishi
Back pocket, two fat kid from the Murphies
I used to be broke now worth it
Tony rolled a kush blunt perfect
Get down with us, we workin'
Your phone ain't ringing, I'm urgent
And if they in the buildin' bitch
We contractors
She flexin' and I nutted on her call her
Cum actor
Old white men in my pocket partyin'
Bachelors
She threw the pussy at me and I hit it
Batter

All these racks on me, so many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some rats tryna get my cheese

Chris be broke thats coupon
Hand in the air like two ones
Okay let's say you dumb
But if I'm twice that means I'm too dumb
Right pocket on precious and my
Left pocket on Norbit
Back pocket on Ricki Lake and the
Other pocket on Forbes list
I stretch the work, no Bow-Flex
Watchin' me no Rolex
Me and Thug ball like Joel heaad
And they can't stand it like broke legs
Fuck around and make me hurt
Your ass like hemorrhoids
They broke and I know they hurtin' cause
They pain talkin' like lip sores
Shawty raw like a dick with no rubber
I'm sleepin' on the top
I hope Heaven sellin' covers
I tell a bitch anything but
Never say I love her i'm stunt like my daddy
Cuz slice a motherfucker

All these racks on me, so many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks tryna get my cheese

So many racks, that's roger them
Aim for the back, no gun with them
Swag to a tee, no playin' with him
One eye open, he aim with him
Screaming out loud keep range on them
The money all here
We in the club but it's rainin' here
And they drippin' wet, no rain in here
Stunner life, go get it and they sleep
My front right pocket on ocean
My back left pocket on imma blow the shit
The other pocket on
So the last pocket gone show it i front work
Ice on me, cool breeze
These niggas smoochin' for the top
Call 'em ass kissers ask your ho bout us
She state the last niggas
Rob who? Take what? No mask, nigga
And at the end of that story
I am the last nigga, yeah

All these racks on me, so many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks tryna get my cheese