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plies - racks up to my ear lyrics

[intro: plies]
(eardrummers)
got the racks up to my ear, like i’m talking to the phone
got the racks up to my ear, like i’m talking to the phone
got the racks up to my ear, like i’m talking to the phone

[hook: plies]
got the racks up to my ear, ayy
got the racks up to my ear, ayy
got the racks up to my ear, ayy
got the racks up to my ear, ayy
got the racks up to my ear, ayy
got the racks up to my ear, ayy
got the racks up to my ear, like i’m talking on the phone
got the racks up to my ear, like i’m talking on the phone, ayy

[verse 1: plies]
got the racks up to my ear, aw man can ya hear me now?
i’m feelin’ like floyd, that they work pacquiao
might do it big and buy some head for my whole team
fall of in the mall bih, tell ’em that is on me
i’m a motherf-cking boss, n-gg- you a do-boy
bosses only talk to bosses n-gg-, who is you boy?
when it come to get money out here, i’m the ceo
a broke n-gg- can’t tell me nuthin’ bih but how to go broke
when i look in the mirror, i’mma tell you what i see:
self paid, self-made motherf-cker from the street
gold bottle in my hand, b-tch quoting jay z
what’s fifty grant to a motherf-cker like me

[verse 2: young dolphin]
got the racks up to my ear
got the racks stacked up to here
told her bring that p-ssy here
diamonds, ice water clear
all i drink is medicine, i never bought a beer
i got so high yesterday, i went ’bout another whip
let’s count up mil, crack a seal, told that b-tch real pop this pill
i just left the strip club, now i’m finna go to club [?] (lit)
every other f-cking day i’m at the bank, that’s where i live
walkin’ out my traphouse, with three thousand hundred dollar bills
(racks, racks) that’s three hundred racks, if you slow n-gg-
(dope boy)
i ain’t buyin’ no more cars, i want a boat n-gg-
formerly known as the neighbourhood dope dealer
all these racks got me down your ho throat n-gg-

[verse 3: plies]
i just counted so much money i swear to god that sh-t just scared me
i told her that that mouth [?]
if you ain’t got more money than i got then you can’t beef with me
if you got to much hair sittin’ on that pwussy then you can’t sleep with me
i got so much money in my pocket look like my pocket print
i got so many sticks off in this b-tch i feel like i’m in the navy
you act like you got it but you can’t show it b-tch you pump faking
n-gg-s want to talk about you bad that what motivate me
my response to anybody hating hating what’s your net worth
question for you hating b-tches too what’s your neck worth
got them racks up to my ear right now i’m on a money call
and i ain’t clicking over if you ain’t talking ’bout the money dawg

- plies lyrics

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