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You know I keep dem racks and Rubberbands
I hit the mall and I got money in my hand
Hit the club and I might throw a couple bands
Cause you know we getting money
All this swag up on me
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I got racks and Rubberbands
I stack em up girl I'm Da man
Bounce back I throw a stack
I don't think these n.ggas understand
I'm HOT with them stacks
Bottles poppin, racks
2k like Bill Gates
N.gga being broke not that
Gwaped up and you know the deal
Trigg Da Kidd I'm stoked for real
Don't try me cause I keep a steel
I'm all about them green bills
New Porsche, new Jag
Off the lot with them paper tags
I pulled up, yeah I got em mad
Them Rubberbands racks on swag
L got em, G got em
Racked up with them Rubberbands
Got racks like the corner store
Bandman like T.I.
N.ggas hatin' and I see why
Got racks and Rubberbands bra
So everytime you see me you see money in my hand boy
Like 1 stack, 2 stacks, 3 stacks I need money
Racks and Rubberbands
I need money in my hand boy (3x)
I deserve a rack award right here they call me band boy

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Verse
I'm racked up
Tell em get it in get stacked up
I'm fly as hell no jet pack
That jag white like similac
My flow sick like anthrax
My swag turned up to the max
I roll thru with your girlfriend and laugh and throw you a stack
I'm racked up just like a bank
Covered in them Rubberbands
Say Trigg ain't getting money you mistaking me for your other man
I pulled up, hopped out
Rocked up without a doubt
Showed up with Roc and Shellz cause you don't know what them racks about
R-A-C-K-S boy I got cake
You don't be on time...why.? Cause yo watch fake.
Money come, money go. My money prolly will take ya hoe.
Guaranteed with them racks, n.gga what you take me for.?

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