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(Mono)
(OG Parker)

I need security
They know I got racks in the back of the 'Bach and these diamonds got clarity
They know I got millions, they

hope she eats, yeah
No one here do it like me, yeah
Tjay, no security, only the team, yeah
Racks come in so I go uptown
Drip Too Hard like Gunna, I could

his background 
Rack city too big this a rack town
Security tight like obama
I told em to handle the problem
You niggas is scammers and robbers 
You

counting the racks
And my security too that nigga carry a mac
If you was thinkin it's cool
Nigga you gonna get smacked
We do not fuck with you dudes
Y'all

attack
they come with me to the stu
Manager counting the racks
And my security too
That nigga carry a mac
If you was thinkin it's cool
Nigga you gonna get

them
Brand new chain and I might spend some racks on them
Security first and then I come after them
Catch you slipping and just know we whacking them

magazine
I secure this shit
All them racks with no security
Every year always better than the
Last year for me
Bitches lookin' at me like a meal ticket
Ain't

Little Caesars
Hit the bank & it look like I'm thieving
Deposit & draw the racks out the back
Security question a nigga bout' leaving
Twenty twenty its

looking for 12
Need like ten bricks a show
Walk pass security, ain't no pat downs at the door
If don't got a hunnitt racks I need a hunnitt straps
Got to be

I Got Dat Sack (Got Dem Racks)

Yo Gotti

Scorn

2012

know I shop at Saks
Yellow bone super fine
Know I'm hittin' that from the back
If you see me in the club
Niggas know I got that strap
Security tried

new security, dare a nigga try to test me (huh, I dare you, ooh)

Racks all the way to the ceiling (yeah)
Racks all the way to the ceiling, ooh

Niggas gone find out quick that there ain't no ho in me
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
There ain't no ho in me, Baby I'm
Walkin round with no security

ain’t got time not even an ounce
This beat got a bounce
Double the racks, count all the pounds
Security bitch, yeah I’m doing my rounds
I’m owning

All these bitches acting silly cos they see me 
Wake up in the morning then I count a billie 
What's the feeling packing racks up to the ceiling 
How

Big racks, charity, I need some motherfuckin clarity
Kel-Tec's, FN's, walk in the club no security
I got some fly shit on my body, no wonder why they

need yo social security
To open a credit card
Boy I'll keep the racks
And you keep the change
You paid for my Glock
You paid for my chain
I'm riding down

necks
He gon need security if he get find wit out a vest I Got Racks Bitches be breaking they back Nigga I be rapping Nigga I don't do no rapping Shots

Bitches an mein‘ Eiern das sind cuties!
(das sind cuties!) 

Brüder immer strapped, ich nenn sie  Security
(aha)

Ich kenne Leute die dich ficken

So. Uh... Chasing the bag they not used to this
Making these racks they not used to this (All right, yea)
Chasing a bag
Chasing a bag
Uh
Yea
Check

I’m Breaking the bank (Bank Bank)
I get the bag and I’m dumming out
Bitches come out wen that money out
Run up the racks and you kno we ain’t running

Top Flight
Security
My type's
The Kennedy
My life
Infinity
My guys
Be Skeemn
Burning that rubber
A demon
Wearing a rubber when fiending
I cannot

Diablo' 'e Lloren'
Security ni chequeó (lo' Diablo', huelebi)
En el V.I.p. Bien loco' sacamo' la' Glock' (las Glizzy)
Yo sé que es tu baby mami, pero se

Ain't nobody gonna fuck with me
Ten racks and the baddest bitch you seen
Got to call security when we leave
I been making moves since a teen
I been

smellin' like Backwoods
Security guard inside of Apple
Said, "Damn, sir, you smell good"
As I'm walkin' to the counter
Got a nervous stomach feelin'
Flirtin'