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[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 1]
All of this ice on me
All of this ice on me
I got more life on me
I got the pipe on me
I got the stripes on me
I got the designer
Diamonds from China
Reach, we climbin’
Seats, reclinin’
Brand new foreign whip, my Maybach Coupe
I just dropped off ’bout eight stacks
The coupe lost its roof, it’s a maniac (aye)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
I got the statement, I’m seein’ what I dropped
I got the cake on me, bringin’ it out
I got a 100K, whip it right out
I got 200k, whip it right out
I got 300k, spend it right now
I got a half mil’, that’s for right now
All of my niggas they pull up like uh-
Huh, pull up like- (uh, yeah)

[Bridge]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louis, yeah (yeah)
I rock Fendi and make movies, yeah
Diamonds on me with the groupies, yeah
Fully loaded with the uh-

[Chorus]
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot cash on you
Whole lot of racks on you
Whole lot of cash, uh-huh

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
You fuckin’ with the number one stunna
Scoop you up, and hit Bennihanna
Talkin’ bout the one that’s in the Valley
Shawty from Atlanta, but in Cali
Hit Rodeo, she in love with all this Prada
Feel like Roddy, 10 toes in Balenciaga
Versace sheets, damn I feel like Silkk Da Shocka
Xan with the soda, 24 and Soulja

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
Broadie shoots, shot Scottie Pippen
So many girls, they think I’m trippin’
Ridin’ in that foreign, foreign whippin’
Hit the club, 38 tip it
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t grip it
Hop inside the whip, money gettin’
They done fell in love with my vision
I be gettin’ money, guess I’m gettin’ it

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Bridge: Soulja Boy]
You know that, I pull up and I’m killin’
You know that I’m full forgiato whippin’
You know that I’m out gettin’ money, whippin’
Baby, I don’t know why you trippin’

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl
You know I had to flex for the summer
Blew a bag in Bennihanna
Baby girl, tell me, what’s your number?
Baby girl

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it (Go, lose it)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bought her Chanel, surprise on her, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
She so bad, got girls and guys on her (Yeah)
Make me wanna pull out the phone and go live on her, yeah (Yeah)
But I snap back and close my eyes on her (Damn, yeah)
Bad bitch, she bring a team of girls (Damn, yeah)
They all came back after the club (Woo, yeah)
Every city I go, they show me love (Show, yeah)
That’s because we (What?) real thugs (Yeah)
Bet that ice make her drown in the tub (Ice)
Say she got that bag, told her put down on the drugs (Bag)
That the type of shit that make your nigga call in (Brr, woo)
That the type of shit that make your nigga fall in love (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Pull up, I’m the life of the party
4×4 truck sittin’ on Forgis
488 with a 8, that’s shawty
Lime Lamborghini sittin’ pretty, that’s Cardi
Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon’ Offset’s
Havin’ talks in the Wraith, ’bout to take off
Me and Pee in the Dawn havin’ boss talks
Got the game from, bruh, that’s where I walk
What am I gonna do when all these girls
In the city goin’ crazy over me?
Take the tints off the car so they can see me
Slick, intimidatin’, niggas wanna be me
PJ when we creepin’, they won’t ever see me
Ain’t too into cameras, but they got to see me
Diamonds on my fingers, I’m a superstar
All in there like sneakin’ with a superstar
Hit me if you want, I’m not gonna make a call
Marlo’s still trappin’ in them trap house
Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
Real big dog, I won’t fuck with y’all
Made it to the charts, they know who I am
Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y’all
Internet beef, I won’t get involved
If it’s real problems, then it’s gettin’ solved
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it

[Verse 3: Quavo]
When I say (Lose it)
She gonna make a nigga lose it
I’m talkin’ big money
Big money, thumb throughin’ it (Hey)
Not through with it (Nah, nah)
Not through with it (Nah)
She all on the phone with her last nigga
Say that pussy is mine, he losin’ it (Brrt, yeah)
She poppin’ it, I’m ownin’ it (Yeah)
She droppin’ it, it’s stoppin’ it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
Out of control, she movin’ it (Ooh, yeah)
It’s movin’ (Woo)
It’s a movie (Woo)
She walkin’ around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
Just doin’ it (Go!)
Don’t get involved with her besties, they messy
Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
I don’t give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
Emoji all drippin’, leakin’ waterfalls, yeah

Dun Deal on the track

Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them

Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

D.A. got that dope!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It’s lit)
See the bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I’m on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I’ma bust her wrist down ’cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin’ to death, I need a casket (Drippin’)
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real, I’m tryna help ’em (Free, free)
When I got a mil’, got me the chills, don’t know what happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I’m on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I’m more like Gaddafi, I’m not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I’m more like I’m David, Goliath runnin’ (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin’, I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can’t tell me nothin’ (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin’ got me clutchin’
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It’s lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all went for each other
Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
In a Hellcat ’cause I’m a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don’t owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I’m slidin’ in a coupe, ain’t got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I’m doin’
If the police get behind me, I’m fleein’ and eludin’
Sleepin’ on the palette turned me to a savage
I’m a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I’m still jackin’
I be sippin’ on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie’s with my Reeboks
I don’t say much, I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
My lil’ baby ride the dick like a seesaw
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam’, I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, that ain’t what I mean
Money bustin’ out my jeans like I do the scheme

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin’ like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin’ private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)

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