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Da Brat

Racks (Remix)

 

Racks (Remix)

(álbum: Life After Death - 2011)


[Jermaine Dupri echoing]
This is a, So So Def, world premier
A world, premier
So So Def, world premier

[Intro]
What'chu got? Racks on racks on racks
He got racks on racks on racks
We got racks on racks on racks
There it go hey! We got racks on racks on racks
She got racks on racks on racks
They got racks on racks on racks

[YC]
Got a campaign goin so strong
Getting (skirt) while I'm talkin on the phone
Spend money when your money this long
Real street {niggaz} ain't no clone
We at the top where we belong
Spread {lean} Rose', Patron
Smokin on thousand dollars worth of strong...
{"REEE-MIX!"}

[Da Brat]
If you ain't talkin racks, we ain't talkin back
If you ain't talkin stacks, what the fuck I'ma 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'ma 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'ma 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

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