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[Chorus: Merlyn Wood] Make tracks, getting paid for the poems Big racks, got figures in my bank Big racks, hit the rim like Shaq Big Shaq, hit the rim like Shaq, big Shaq [Verse: Matt Champion] No chip on my shoulder, hundred leagues under the sea We live life like cheetah power up like Hummer diesel Golden chain for niece and nephew Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys Metaphysics, need another dimension I enjoy [?] but my bag Chanel, told you get up out my shell Make her bag in piecеs so my money buys some [?] Ridin round the hurt and furnacе, heat when you sit your body out like strag Got my bullshit, got my bag Backwards, I ain't fallin like a tailspin on that vehicle Remind me of my childhood, back when my night's good Hoppin in that 95, burn for me the real set Find me in the hills, [?] [Chorus: Merlyn Wood & (Joba)] Make tracks, getting paid for the poems (ooh) Big racks, got figures in my bank (ooh) Big racks, hit the rim like Shaq (ooh) Big Shaq, hit the rim like Shaq, big Shaq (ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh) [Outro: Joba] Check check check Ooh, ooh, ooh Cool Ooh Can you pull that last one?