All These 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: Wonder 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