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Racks On Racks
Max B
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Racks on racks on racks
Max B and
That's right, yeah
I spent some racks on my clothes (It's racks on racks on racks)
Hundreds of stacks on the floor (Racks on racks on racks)
This bitch came askin' for more (Baby, relax)
When I came back from my tour (I'm back, I'm back, I'm back)
Got out, still back on parole (They hate me 'cause I'm black)
Slipped up, got back on my tour (It's a black Maybach)
Far as appearances go (I'm black, I'm black, I'm black)
I wasn't feelin' them hoes (Ooh, na, na, na)
Far as this music go (Ooh, na, na, na)
I wasn't feelin' this flow (Ooh, na, na, na)
Nigga, your ceiling's too low (Yah, yah, yah)
This shit's much realer than before (I'm ridin' 'til I die)
These bitches kneel on the floor (I'm flyin' to the sky)
Do what I tell them to do (Ooh, na, na, na)
Eat dick and make me some food (T-bone, steak, and rice)
Max B, you bein' so rude (I do it out of spite)
Rock the Patek if I choose (Hit your eyes and make you blind)
I don't ever follow rules (I be drinkin' while I drive)
If I'm ever on the news (Channel 5, it's a vibe)
My competitors are rude (Kiss goodbye, say goodbye)
40Mg in my juice (Ivy, yah, yah, yah)
My bitch petite and she rude (And she fine, yah, yah)
I sweep the street, use a broom (Ooh, na, na, na)
Them shits, they sweep with a broom (Ooh, na, na, na)
Shit don't stop
This is that everlasting wave
Restoration, baby
Let's go
I wake up, I don't care what that forecast say
I'ma get up, tip the doorman
Call a meeting, check with finance
Bring the Brazilian bitch 'cause she the finest
You pour everyone drinks, bitch where mines at?
This that EMG shit, nigga, my music timeless
Got that eye of tiger, nigga, you spineless
Call me your majesty or your highness
Try this, see how I transition
Sous chef, Gram's kitchen
Great cookin' pancakes, 200 grams flipped it
Had to check the book, it's 200 grams missin'
Keep three extra shooters, Gram, you superstitious
Benjis be lookin' yummy and the coupe delicious
Your bitch call me honey and she too suspicious
Y'all be takin' money, bitches too fictitious
Room full of groupie bitches, few other bitches trippin'
Started with eight of 'em, two other bitches missin'
Few of my niggas made it, few of my niggas didn't
Few of 'em hard-headed, few of them niggas listen
Got some tap niggas in if you ever in position
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