Racks

Lyrics

[Chorus: J Money] Gucci count the racks Louie count the racks Neman Marcus sacks Yeah we spend the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks My house cost the racks My ice cost the racks My cars [?] all cost the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks [Verse 1: J Money] Yeah I keep the [?] Yeah I move the [?] Who the hell is that? [?] Haters doing bad, y'all can't [?] Worth a couple hundred thousand, boy, that ain't [?] [?] 500,000 [?] that's a stupid [?] 50 grand [?] [?] country boy [?] I'm riding futuristic, [?] like a star 200 racks, back to back [?] I'm rackin while I'm stackin, I'm cappin when I'm packin Super futuristic, Billy Gene, Michael Jackson [Chorus: J Money] Gucci count the racks Louie count thе racks Neman Marcus sacks Yeah we spеnd the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks My house cost the racks My ice cost the racks My cars [?] all cost the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks [Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman] Young Juice Gucci cost the racks Hummer on them racks 30,000 pinky, and I [?] them all in racks I'm Young Juiceman, and my name cost them racks Hundred thousand [?] cost them racks [?] charge, and I [?] 20 racks Right wrist be retarded, blowing on that loud pack Man I'm right here cooking, whipping up them stupid racks In Neman Marcus balling, and we spent 'bout 50 racks Then we fall up in the Gucci store, and there go 30 racks Pop a [?] Mix with the gater, dawg, there go 5 racks I'm Young Juiceman, can't no nigga top that [Chorus: J Money] Gucci count the racks Louie count the racks Neman Marcus sacks Yeah we spend the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks My house cost the racks My ice cost the racks My cars [?] all cost the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks [Verse 3: Yung LA] I kick it like [?], ball like Kobe Trapper of the year, yeah, act like you know me Mr. Futuristic, Mr. Got The Girl [?] Hottest in the city, racked up like Diddy Futuristic [?], country boy twang Futuristic [?], got the [?] and everything Like 20 dollar grams, fish scale [?] Futuristic style, got the girl like damn Louie Gucci party, making good [?] Now I got the gualla, sack chaser holla Rack after rack, early morning to the [?] Outa here [?] juggin on the [?] [Chorus: J Money] Gucci count the racks Louie count the racks Neman Marcus sacks Yeah we spend the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks My house cost the racks My ice cost the racks My cars [?] all cost the racks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we talking stacks Racks Racks Racks Yeah we got them racks