Racks On Me

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
So, you know, my crew, we the Most Dangerous Clique
And we got a lot of money bags, call us the ROC
You lookin' for us?

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
We on Peachtree eatin' 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, "Psh, stop, bitch I'm a freezer"
But my whole crew ball like eagles
I hate that fuck nigga from Cheaters
But my left pocket's on Monique
My ho sittin' 'round watchin' Murray
Right pockets on Rhikishi
Back pocket, two fat kids from the Murphies
I used to be broke, now I'm worthy
Tony roll the kush blunt perfect
Get down with us, we workin'
Your phone ain't ringin', I'm urkin'
Yeah, 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

[Chorus: Shawty Lo]
All these racks on me
So many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese
All these racks on me
So many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese

[Verse 2: Lil' Chris (MDC)]
Chris be broke, that's 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 Joe head
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 stuntin' like my daddy 'cause Slice a motherfucker

[Chorus: Shawty Lo]
All these racks on me
So many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese
All these racks on me
So many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese

[Verse 3: Wonda B]
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
Screamin' out loud keep range on them
The money all here, bags came with 'em
We in the club but it's rainin' here
And they drippin' wet, no rain in here
Stunner life, yeah, go get it
And they sneak dissin', I spoke it
My front right pocket on ocean
My back left pocket on blow shit
The other pocket on Hogan
So the last pocket don't show it
I front the work, cheat sheet
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

[Chorus: Shawty Lo]
All these racks on me
So many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese
All these racks on me
So many racks on me
All these hoes on me
Nothin' but some racks, tryna get my cheese