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bobby gore - all racks lyrics

hook:
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
never 10s & 20s
need the notes & them 50s
riding thru ya city
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
never 10s & 20s
need the notes & them 50s
riding thru ya city
all racks imma get it

verse 1:
racking up the money
like the leaves
i gotta couple tricks up
both my sleeves
since most of y’all are rats
i’ll take the cheese
a n-gg- out here slavin
motherf-ck the free
since a juve
heat like 400 degrees
a n-gg- mannie fresh
up on the keys
i got 50 f-cking cars
like a baby
i’m in love with the money
sweet sadie
i put honey on my w-ngs
weezy bee
a n-gg- moving up
george & weez
i keep hoes on deck
but you gotta pay a fee
got my top hat & a cane
you should pay me
better show me the cash
meet me in cuba
going everywhere
because i’m gooder
i’m weller
fly fella
propellers
b-tch go get that cash
is what i tell her

hook: x 2
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
never 10s & 20s
need the notes & them 50s
riding thru ya city
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
all racks imma get it
never 10s & 20s
need the notes & them 50s
riding thru ya city
all racks imma get it

verse 2:
you keep ya bread in
bags & rubber bands
where they do that at
stack that paper for the fam
and break peoples off with half
got my pinky on my brain
watch the world from the lab
i been throwing power shots
while you steady working jabs
get ya way up to a brick
i’m talking that g sh-t
trying to get away from twelve
the only time i f-ck with 6
only time i f-ck with clubs
if all my n-gg-s on the list
f-ck yo vip sections
f-ck the moet & chris
we need more bottles please
& cups for the b-tches
no need for the sparkles
r kelly my witness
you be be careful
they all got heaters
if they get to clapping
it sound like the crowd in the bleachers
i’m talking stadium music
i’m talking gilbert arenas
got a zero on ya back
look like a target subpoena
waitress or waiter
it’s always one hater
sitting on the couch like
fam from belly cause
he ain’t getting no paper
why?

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