Give me money, give me racks

Give me money, ho

I'm in the club (in the club)

I'm baked up (baked up)

In the back, your nigga caked up

Stacks on deck, boy fuck what you heard, nigga

Hold what you talking, bitch give me my bird, nigga

Never heard of Young L? Ain't that a bitch

Take a fat stack, throw that at a bitch

Got a thang, make it rain on your mans

You just a little boy, got stains on your pants

Wolfpack, you know how the game go

You niggas rapping, but you ain't in the game, though

Keep doing it, I'ma keep proving it

Hoes got two in it, the grill got blue in it

CL on the track, yeah, he smacked on it

Got the '95 Regal with the black on it

Gas, brake, dip, peel out on a bitch nigga

I'm a young boss, soon to be a rich nigga

Give me money, give me racks

Give me money, ho

I'm an icy nigga like a turf king

Man, I hit the strip, ladies show me cream

I'll take your bitch, I'll make her scream

And she love to think, give her all the D

She be in the house, I be in her mouth

Give me all your cash, give me grilled out

I don't cry to you, I don't whine, bitch

You a money maker, I plead the fifth

Give me all your racks

You ain't heard of Lil B? You a dooby rat

Make you work for your ass

Whip it right, whip it good till you hurt your shoulders

I'm a money maker, you ain't making bread

We don't fuck with haters

If you falling through your stacks, you look Christmas

It's raining money and it's snowing like it's Christmas

Give me money, give me racks

Give me money, ho

My nigga L, my nigga B

And I'm just me, uno

I need the seventh letter, that's a couple G's

Hundred racks on the rocks, that's my favorite drink

Girls on my dick 'cause I make it rain, boy

I make it snow, boy, 'cause your boy cost more

Didn't know me, now you want me, I'm the Magnum Man

Strap it up, seat belts, can you drive the stick?

I fucks with SS, yeah, my niggas So Solid

And I'm a superstar, yeah, on every channel

You can't stop me, I move like Ali

Solid as a rock and my wrist where the rocks be

Seeing what the time be, blind you if you ask me

Invisible Casper, yeah, nigga, take a look

Now I'ma be a crook, then go take your bitch

She ain't took, she chose up and came with me

I'm a boss, free mics, it's pennies, man

Give me money, give me racks, throw out a couple grand

Give me money, give me racks

Give me money, ho

Now I need money, baby, I need hella racks

They say I'm fucking crazy, all I think is stacks

I think I'm going blind, I only see the money

They say, "Why you rap?" I need this fucking money

I used to hug the block, that's dirty old money

Now I rap good, that's Barry Weiss money

Why you don't hang with them? 'Cause they some fucking dummies

My diamonds hella big, they got me looking sunny

Haters looking hard, I see 'em try and mug me

.45 Thing hit him in his skully

My niggas keep it hood, my niggas keep it gully

2800, Punk, yeah, my hood love me

And we ain't finna stop till we getting millions

We hustle real hard, right in front of your building

What's up? Say hello to the bad guy

Stunna Man, that's I, Stunna Man, that guy

Give me money, give me racks

Give me money, ho

Gimme Racks (Main Version - Clean)

The Pack

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