Gimme Racks (Main Version - Clean)

Give me money, give me racks
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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

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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

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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

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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

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