Letra da Música Racks on Racks (Freemix) (Feat. da Brat & Twista) de Chamillionaire

[Chorus: Y. C.]
We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks

[Chamillionaire: x2]
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 racks

[Chamillionaire:]
I'm as real as when you met me
Think it's time to get this feddy
If your down to get this feddy, that's what's 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 they'd 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 nothin special
When I pull up to valet they say hey look how god has blessed ya
They think it's a submarine tryna figure out the vessel
Call it uncle panamera next to that I got it's nephew

Got a firm verizon celly
Got a chain and it's 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 nothin petty
Got no time for nothin pettyy

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
But she said it look like it's on stilts
Swagger always on trill lyrics always on I'll

[Da Brat:]
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
If you ain't talkin stacks, what the fuck I'm a do with that?
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
You know me I'm about my money (what'cho name is) Brat-Tat-Tat
I got a So So sickening flow, six-oh-six-fo'-fo'
Tryin to get to my crib, Westside Chicago (there it go)
Atlanta where I live, nigga 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, 'bout to show 'em how the fuck I come home
Jumpin on e'rything I can get on, spit on
Gettin down and dirty well I'm bound to get my grit on
Bottle hustle hard, 'bout 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 showin out and I'm laughin
Some faces lookin 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 get'chu an umbrella, I'm floodin it up in here
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
If you ain't talkin stacks, what the fuck I'm a do with that?
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
You know me I'm about my money (what'cho name is) Brat-Tat-Tat

[Wiz khalifa:]
Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' 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, nigga, it's a wrap
OOh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, 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 "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one bigger
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'm a smoke my weed and I'm a drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her
Down

[Twista:]
Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' 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 steppin' 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 motherfukers 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