[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Got a campaign going so strong (Yeah, yeah)
Getting brain while I'm talking on the phone (Skrt)
Spend money when your money's this long (Racks)
Real street niggas, ain't no clone (Real street)
We at the top where we belong (At the top)
Drank lean, Rosé, Patrón (We gone)
Smoking on a thousand dollars worth of strong (Yeah)
When the club 'bout to hear this song (What you got?)

[Chorus: Future]
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 I ain't even tryna hold back

[Verse 1: YC]
Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I keep that tool
That racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All around the globe, bein' on TV
Everywhere you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin' jeans
I'm so fly I don't even got wings
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on lean
That shoebox shit, over with
Spent a hundred racks, won't notice it
My bank 'count, commas all over it
Racks on racks on racks
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