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[feat. Wiz Khalifa] [Chorus:] Got campaign going so strong Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone Spend money when ya moneys this long Real street niggas ain't no clone We at the top where we belong Spread lean rozay patrone Smoking on thousand dollar worth of strong When the club outta here it's on Got Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Got Racks on racks on racks Got Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Racks on racks on racks Nigga hating me ain't even tryna hold back Got a crawl outta my garage Got a condo down in the stars I'm geaked up off them bars Got a car I don't even gotta park No keys push button start Letras de cancionesShe ain't a dime I won't get hard Got hoes that need a green card Say I'm a dawg but I don't even gotta bark Got swag that bite like sharks One hit I'm a knock it out the park Trap beating so goddamn hard Got Kush, Got Lean, Got barre Got remix hard as scale Got bricks don't need no scale I'm plugged in with the mail I'm part of the cartel Got rerock ain't no cling 6 two hundred for a nin Then fuck it all up on jeans I'm a true religion fiend' Got bands in the pockets of my jeans Need a kickstand way I lean Promethazine fiend Stamped on sprite and lean [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa:] Racks on, racks off See that blonde strip when my hats off Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams what that cost, Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck, take a flight, I'll blast off, Niggas talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off, Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps, Just made a mill, count another mill so put that on top of that, Way back in 2004 I told them it was a wrap Now my life ain't my life no more I told you niggas it's a wrap, eww You claim you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet We can't even talk unless you cut the check, I guess that's why all these niggas get mad They say fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga, I know there's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga, ya I roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker, I'm a smoke my weed, and I'm a drink my liquor Better make sure you fuck your girl right before I dick her... down, [Chorus] Y'all know I keep them racks I stay counting them stacks Ya girl won't leave me lone Wanna fuck now she attached Flow hot don't need no match Sell work don't pay no tax I'm turnt up to the max Don't even know how to relax I drank so much that lean Had to wake up on a bean Got racks all in my jeans Man busting out the seams Got kush all in my lungs Get High like cheech and chong 800 a zone I ain't blowin unless it strong Catch hell on my iphone Catch mine and then I'm gone The girl won't leave I can not take her home I'm gone on them bars Bitch I'm not a star I'm driving foreign cars Strapped up no bodyguards From Letras Mania