Lyrics Rack It Up - The OMB Twins

I'm the type to smack a bitch if she act up
I'm the type to tell that nigga better back up
I'm the type to get this paper then I stack up
I'm the type to flip this paper then I rack up
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap

Rack it up rack it up rack
I see the paper I aim and attack
Pussy ass nigga my pockets too fat
Pussy ass nigga he better get back
Whoa back it up back it up back
Pussy ass nigga I stay with my gat
Pussy ass nigga I shoot off ya hat
Pussy ass nigga I stay in the trap
Whoa pussy ass nigga I stay with the Mac
Giddie up get don't give a fuck who you run and go get
After she finish just sucking my dick
Pussy ass nigga I pull up with stick
Niggas be talking but really ain't shit
I rock that paper my hunnids gone flip
I pop these niggas like popping a zit
Whoa

I'm the type to smack a bitch if she act up
I'm the type to tell that nigga better back up
I'm the type to get this paper then I stack up
I'm the type to flip this paper then I rack up
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap
Rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
Rack it up rack it up rack it up rack
We get this paper then go back to the trap

Rack it up rack it up rack yea
Rack it up rack it up rack yea
Rack it up rack it up rack yea
Rack it up rack it up rack yea
Used to count wishes like I was a wisher
Remember them days I would freeze in the winter
Wake up eat noodles for breakfast and dinner
Now tell ya bitch to come fuck with a winner
Forgive me my sins cuz I am a sinner
I rob that nigga my pockets was thinner
You is a rat you been hanging with splinter
She love that dick when I'm running up in her
I fucked his bitch give her strokes in her
I got a bitch and I still be on tinder
I got no type like my name is Rae sremmurd
I got bad bitches and still want they sisters
Niggas be hating they really be bitter
I keep some chronic put that in my swisher
Pour up this lean for like all of my niggas
I used to cry when I looked in the mirror
Fanta and codeine was always the mixture
I'm tryna ball like LA and the clippers
I'm tryna ball like my name is John Lennon
Counting that money my pockets get bigger
Give me a beat and I turn to a killer
Word to my momma she ain't for no quitter
Imma keep trapping that package delivered
Fucking that bitch she get kicked like a kicker
I shoot that three like my name is D Fisher
Niggas they lit but I swear that I'm litter
Remember them bitches would play me on Twitter
Now all them bitches want fuck with the nigga
Now all them bitches want fuck with the nigga yea
Run up with crew we holding them triggers yea
All of my niggas we know that they hitters yea
Counting up money the fuck do you figure yea
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