Yo Gotti - Got Dem Racks FAKE lyrics

[Verse 1] I rock Gucci, Louie, Prada, n***as know I shop at Saks Yellow-bone, super fine, you know I'm hitting it from the back If you see me in the club, n***as know I got them straps Security tried to search a n***a, but we come in through the back See them sparklers in the air, you know the bottles on the way C.M.G. taking over, man that's all the D.J. play White on, white on, in the club my white on, shorty got something tight on And if that's your b**h, then you may have to fight holmes Gripping on her a**, n***as say I'm disrespectful I pulled up, in that Lam', n***as say I disrespect them If I want it, then I'm running fast, know they gotta catch me n***as shot at me and missed, whoa, know the lord blessed him I sell dope, I f** hoes, then make songs bout this sh** I rob n***as for their work, and don't feel wrong about that sh** You a p**y a** n***a, you don't belong with no bricks I pop pills, I feel good, I mix Patron with the sh** [Hook] In the club, going hard, n***as know I got them racks In the kitchen, whipping hard, n***as know I got that sack In this b**h, going hard, n***as know I got them racks In the kitchen, whipping hard, n***as know I got that sack [Verse 2] n***as standing on the couch and throwing signs in the club V.I.P. b**h, I don't wait in line at the lub It's a photo shoot, fans taking pictures in this b**h I'm a nice guy, buying b**hes liquor in this b**h Got my fam' with me, brought my n***a Scrilla in this b**h I don't give a f**, I'm back on my Ridgecrest sh** Yelling thug life, n***as on that 2Pac sh** Minnesota Twins, b**h I'm on my two Glock sh** You n***as screwed up, put you on your news box sh** By the fam', by the river, finna' see many bricks Uh, she nasty, she just had a semen dish s** the skin of a dick, you should've seen this b**h They say I'm nasty, I think imma' clean this b**h Shorty s** it so good, might try to clean this b**h, sike She not the type, to be a wife She get a pa**, just for the night [Hook]