YC - Racks (Clean) lyrics

YC What you got (racks on racks on racks) He got (racks on racks on racks) We got (racks on racks on raaaacks) Leh go I got (I got racks on racks on racks) She got (racks on racks on racks) They got (racks on racks on racks) (Hook) Got Campaign going so strong Getting brain while I'm talking on da phone Spend money when ya money's long Real street n***as ain't no clone We at da top where we belong Drank lean, Rozay, Patron Smoking on 1000 dollas worth of strong When da club bout to hear dis sooong Got racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Got racks on racks on raaaacks Got racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks n***as hate me faalll baaacckk YC Gotta car lot in my garage, gotta condo down near the stars I'm geeked up off dem bars, gotta car I ain't even gotta park No key push bu*ton start, she ain't a dime I won't get hard Got hoes dat need a green card, say I'm a dogg but I don't even bark Got 'em biting his swag like sharks, when I hit it Ima knock it out the park Trap beat so got damn hard, got kush got lean got bar That RE RE hard to scale, got bricks don't need no scale I'm plugged in with the mail, I'm part of the cartel That ReRock ain't no clean, 62 hundred for a Neen Said f** it all up on jeans, I'm a True Religion fiend Got bands in the pockets of my jeans, need a kickstand way I lean Promethazine fiend, stamped on Sprite and lean (Hook) Future No choice boy I forced out sports, to go and cop some ice Designer on my mojo, I live in the spotlight Real street n***a ain't no flaw, Yung Future gotta keep dat raw My swag I gave to you n***as, Ima need me a round of applause Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO Gotta 100,000 dollars worth of clothes, I'm froze (I'm froze) I'm cold I keep me a big bank roll, I ain't tricking off on these hoes These hoes bringing me they soul, I will never sell my soul Cash out on all these cars, these foreign (foreign) broads Gotta n***a living in the stars, I'm on my way to Mars Got Keyshia, Pam and Nicki, they all wanna do a Minaj A.1., Free Band, free Vans, we ain't never gotta got damn flarge (Hook) YC Gotta know I keep dem racks, I stay counting them stacks Dem girls won't leave me alone, one f** now she attaaaached Flow hot don't need no match, sell work don't pay no tax I'm turned up to the max, don't even know how to relaaaax I drink so much damn lean, had to wake up on a bean Got racks off in my jeans, man busting out the seams Got kush all in my lungs, get high like Cheech and Chong Eight-hundred a zone, ain't blowing it less it's strooong She hate on my iPhone, catch mine and then I'm gone This girl won't leave me alone, I can not take her hoooome I'm gone off them bars, b**h I'm not a star I'm driving foreign cars, strapped up no bodyguuaaaard (Hook) Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on raaaacks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on raaaacks