Rack Up (feat. 3 Bracelets)

All that shit you was sayin' I hope you gon' back it up
I got your hoe and your main, they ready to back it up
All these drugs on your block, boy we baggin' up (Dope)
All this money you seein', boy we rackin' up
All that shit you was sayin' I hope you gon' back it up
I got your hoe and your main, they ready to back it up (Bitch)
All these drugs on your block, boy we baggin' up (Dope)
All this money you seein', boy we rackin' up

Bracelets
Two on the right that's my heavy side
Fuck with your bitch, palm the cellulite
She gives me top, that's a satellite (Tre)
Roll pass your block and start dumpin'
Hid the pot roast in the oven
Change the forecast in a moment (Tre)
Bracelets
Put a little change on your noggin'
Might even sponsor the coffin
I ain't got time for the harmless
I'ma just stack some more paper
Might take your bitch on the wild side
She ain't got time for you dummies
Only got time for the cash slime
Shorties got time for Vice Money (Bracelets) (Tre)
These Beretta's for you
Tre Bray, specialty clips for your crew
(Bracelets) (Bra-Bracelets)
These Beretta's for you
Tre Bray, specialty clips for your crew (Oohwee)
Bracelets

All that shit you was sayin' I hope you gon' back it up
I got your hoe and your main, they ready to back it up
All these drugs on your block, boy we baggin' up (Dope)
All this money you seein', boy we rackin' up
All that shit you was sayin' I hope you gon' back it up
I got your hoe and your main, they ready to back it up (Bitch)
All these drugs on your block, boy we baggin' up (Dope)
All this money you seein', boy we rackin' up

Back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up, back it up
We just gon' weigh all this money my nigga then bag it up, bag it up
Fuck all these golds and these diamonds, my niggaz upgraded to platinum
Upgraded to Benz and them Bentley's, we used to move drugs in them Acura's
They really don't want it, my niggaz they shoot at the actual target
Whole bunch of rockets on them and they all wanna shoot like James Harden
Made all this money off one advance
'Bout to hit the block and money dance
Like a nigga not gon' want it back
Bought a spaceship for a hundred grand
'Bout to race it like a wanted man
Your hoe got naked when she saw the fam
I pour and shake it in a soda can
That's (Lean)
Uhh, they mad as fuck 240 rackin' up
We rackin' up
All of that shit that they talkin', I hope they can back it up (Perfect)

All that shit you was sayin' I hope you gon' back it up
I got your hoe and your main, they ready to back it up
All these drugs on your block, boy we baggin' up (Dope)
All this money you seein', boy we rackin' up
All that shit you was sayin' I hope you gon' back it up
I got your hoe and your main, they ready to back it up (Bitch)
All these drugs on your block, boy we baggin' up (Dope)
All this money you seein', boy we rackin' up



Credits
Writer(s): Donald Lacroix
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