Lyrics Soulja Boy – Mama Said Bring The Racks Home

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Racks home
Racks home
Mama told me bring the racks home
Hop out the Rari I’m on chrome

Yeah I had to bring the racks home
Hop out the Rari you know I pull a four door
Chopper shoot near the motherfucking dome dome
I came out straight out the dome
Had to bring the racks home
Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to run the racks up
Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to stack the racks up
A hundred thousand in one day boy I’m bad dawg
Hop out the Rari nigga you don’t understand though
There is only one ways to learn a nigga stand up
Racks up racks up

Ride with my shadow like I am Jamaican
Stack the racks up man I don’t have no patience
Rolling kicking sippin lean i could taste it
You diss on the game and we find your location
I bought a bentley coupe and bought a good lotto
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you seen it was obvious
Made a hundred K on sittin in the trap
Push out that pack like a NFL running back
Yeah yeah yeah I had to show em show em
I went and count on the road

I was getting cash everywhere that I go
Everywhere that we go
We would count up on the road
Up on the road
We would count up on the road
We would count up on the road
My niggas I got em
My bitches I got em
You know there’s no problem
You know there’s no problem
No problem I solve em
We stay getting money in the shoe red bottle christian
I’m guessing the money just listen
My young niggas riding
My bad bitches riding
Everybody riding

Racks home
Racks home
Mama told me bring the racks home
Hop out the Rari I’m on chrome
Yeah I had to bring the racks home
Hop out the Rari you know I pull a four door
Chopper shoot near the motherfucking dome dome
I came out straight out the dome
Had to bring the racks home
Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to run the racks up
Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to stack the racks up
Standing the kitchen and I want them racks up
Standing the trap then I put the pack up
Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to run the racks up

Yeah she like the way a young nigga kickin it
Hey hop up out the Rari I was rippin it
I just water whip the shit
Chain worth a quarter brick
I be looking like a lick
She knows that I’m the shit
She knows that I’m real rich
Riding around town and I’m looking like a lick
Hop out the Rari gelato
Hundred million wells fargo
Bad bitch in Chicago
I’m getting to the money I’m getting to the dough
Count up the money count it in a row
I gotta go do a show
I gotta do a show
I gotta go and go hit the road
I gotta pour a four
I got a marble floor
I got the mansion and I got the diamonds
That’s a know
Oh she gon drop it down honor roll
She gon drop it down twerk it and that’s fo sho
I just bought a new condo my area
Shout out to Lebron though
Racks home
Racks home
Mama told me bring the racks home don’t be long
Baby baby don’t be long
The racks am gon bring them
The racks am gon bring them
All of my niggas they getting it
All of my niggas they getting it ?

Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to run the racks up
Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to stack them racks up
Standing the kitchen and running the racks up
Pushing the pack I’m pushing the pack up
Racks up
Racks up
You know I had to run the racks up
Know I had to run the racks up
You know I had to run the racks up
You know
You know
You know
You know