Correction Lyrics Rack It Up by Ronny J

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Oh my god, Ronny!

Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up

Money counter, money goin', ones flowin', brainstormin'
Bought a AP just to flood it, I can't tell the time
Flew my b*t*h to Bora Bora just to catch a vibe
Four or five chains on, it got no Johnny Dangs on
Rings just like sunshine, I hope you got your shades on
I been stacking racks on racks, don't need a bank loan
Pull up in an armored car, might bring the bank home
Yeah, out this world, life's bland, pull up and swerve (Yeah)
Lots of hundreds, rubber banded, keep it coming (Yeah)

Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up

Off of my chain, no Johnny Dang
She wanna bang, I wanna hang
Shout out my main, f**k out my lane
I look to my gang, shoot up his vein
Look at my TEC, heaters upset
Get on my grip, shawty, you fit
Shawty, you thick, how do you count?
We need an ounce, tell me your balance
I do my dance, no money dance
f**k an advance, she had a chance
I got a glance, we not the same
Look at my name, I am to blame
Just look at the dash, I need 250 in cash
We don't f**k with no b*t*h, you a b*t*h, you done passed
And you know, around my city, ho
On my mama, go keep it, go dash

Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up
Rack it up, rack it up, rack it up, rack it up
Watch me stack and rack it up

She wanna f**k with the crew bet I came in a coupe
Boy, and you would too for a video
Lotta racks on me just wanna see me out
Got a bad b*t*h, I take her out
Throw back bands, homie, yeah, you won't
Moving 8-ball, two radio
Got a problem, I end it already...

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