DJ Esco - 100it Racks lyrics

(Intro – DJ Esco & Future) Summer 16! Yeah! Freebandz, OVO DJ Esco Talking duffle talk, yeah (Chorus – Future & Drake) Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper And I, I got a… Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper Got a hunnit racks busting out the wrapper (Verse 1 – Drake) Hunnit racks busting out the wrapper All y’all ni**as don’t matter I hit threes off balance I switch hands like Allen I’m just blessed, full of talent For the whole 6 I’m wyling You think she your baby girl She text us like Dallas Oh s**t, guess it don’t matter Talk down on me, I’m flattered Whole Freebandz on Xanax Y’all can’t do no damage Wrong cup, guess it don’t matter This one tastes like candy This one must be Hendrix’s F**k y’all boys, y’all finished You’re dead I don’t talk to hoes about business Diamond in my tooth from the dentist Put a ni**a name in the Guinness Remember where I’m from cause I’m a menace I ain’t dead yet like I’m Bruce Willis I ain’t really worried ’bout an image Y’all still treat it like a scrimmage (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – 2 Chainz) Yeah! Why not? Okay, okay, okay Truuu! 2 Chainz! Hundred thousand busting out the wrapper Count it up til I get a callous I don’t really talk to y’all rappers Put codeine in a Snapple Put codeine on a salad Guess I’m on a codeine diet Put another hundred in the rifle Everybody better be quiet Everybody put your hands higher Then I chop the top like, hiyah All of my 16s fire All of my bi**hes buyers They buying extra clothes, I mean They bis**ual, I mean Versace section though, I mean Roll up the Texaco, I mean This is the crazy flow I got a straightjacket in the booth I smoke a joint doing an interview Got the Rolex playing peek a boo All of you ni**as that took the swag I’ma have to get residuals I’m a different individual Got my hand on my genitals (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Future) We ain’t gotta use no scale It’s all there, you ain’t gotta count it Crocodile Hermes bag Stuffed all down my pockets Hundred racks sitting in the plastic I ain’t even gon f**king touch it You can go ask L.A I don’t go to work on budgets You can go check these stones Everything on me flooded And I gotta work three phones Name another ni**a getting cloned Put a hoe ni**a on a shirt Got a new bank account alert Whole Freebandz on mud Taliban gang on percs I ain’t gonna take no shorts Turn my dog to a boss We ain’t gon take no losses Know you tryna steal that sauce Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds I done ran up me a bag We got a tour this summer I’m bout to run up a bag Hundred thousand dollars for a walkthrough I’ma need mine in cash Got a whole city on my back I ain’t bout to go outside Whole Freebandz on coke (Repeat Chorus)