Racks (Remix) 2 - Intellectual

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

[Chorus: Future]

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Nigga I ain't even tryna hold back

[Verse 1: YC]

Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues

Iced out, okay, cool

Trapped up, know I keep that tool

That racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool

All around the globe, bein' on TV

Everywhere you look, you see YC

Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' they were me

YC, YC, YC

Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans

I'm so fly I don't even got wings

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

That shoebox shit, over with

Spent a hundred racks, won't notice it

My bank 'count, commas all over it

Racks on racks on racks

[Verse 2: Nelly]

Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer

I'm crimson color painted, you can call that Alabama

I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll tide

He might have the same whip, but check out how I roll mine

Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the cars

The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout Mars

I ride wit' them boys in the middle of the map

St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap

Down to the Dirty, back up through the trap

But the money don't stack, man, money overlap

Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho'

Got a house on hundred acres, I've never seen my neighbors

A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur

Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Don't lease or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"

Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides

Don't know which one I'mma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

[Chorus: Future]

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Nigga I ain't even tryna hold back

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names

Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne

No,not bombs over Baghdad

But on the track, you can call me Hussein

That's why they nervous, hmmm

Like I'm flyin' on the plane with a turban

But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)

As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no wonder I'm electrifying

Fuck a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage

And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors

Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel Tower

[Verse 4: Trae The Truth]

I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)

Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month)

The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the front

While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt)

No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)

Cause it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)

I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)

Got 47 'neath the old-school as well (School as well)

I got lights on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops)

Couple of foreign cars that I ride no top (Tops)

Couple of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)

A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)

And tell 'em that I don't give a damn

Hard as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAAM

Call it what you want, I'mma do it for the fam

Yeah, that's the type of nigga that I am

[Verse 5: Yo Gotti]

Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of scales

I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of yell'

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong

Said 50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone

Gotta front me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you

Just ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do

Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth

Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 proof

Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice

And when I'm in the club it look like lights on lights on lights

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

[Chorus: Future]

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Nigga I ain't even tryna hold back

[Verse 6: CyHi The Prince]

I make big plays, I got big chips

Blew money like six Crips

Switch gears like stick shifts

Fresh as hell, I'm Big Gipp

We buy cars, y'all flip whips

Catch us smokin' that quick trip

Pitch piff, that's a handspring

I like to call that a quick flip

Pull triggers like hamstrings

Boy, I'm doin' my damn thing

Baby blood with them bricks, pimp

Get off a key like I can't sing

Got the seven on me like Vick's jersey

Ridin' round, and this bitch dirty

I'm the best, hands down

They nicknamed me 6:30

[Verse 7: Dose]

Got Activist in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins

Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness

In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012 Maserati

I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday

Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the Marley

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin'

These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans

No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a swordsman

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother

[Verse 8: Ace Hood]

Okay, I'm back off into this bitch (This bitch!)

Wit' a cup, and it's full of that liq' (Hot!)

Got racks, ain't talkin' tits (Ew-way!)

Big stacks, no Lego bricks (Woo!)

Hit a trick and a fiendin' nigga got it

I keep that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)

Blew twenty bands in that King of Diamonds

Sorry, that's just part of my hobby (Swoop!)

And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger

So dope, shit, I sold y'all copies

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Now anybody wanna play some hockey

I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)

Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local Walmart rack

Soon

[Pre-Chorus: Future]

Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)

Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)

Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)

Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)

We at the top where we belong (At the top)

Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)

Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)

When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

[Chorus: Future]

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks

Racks on racks on racks

Nigga I ain't even tryna hold back