
Slide With The Racks by Bo-T Ke
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- atlanta rap
- 2000s
- chants
- dirty south
- hip hop
- futuristic swag
About
Club
Lyrics
Chorus
Throw it up, let it fall, make it rain on 'em
Cash on the floor, I'ma spray on 'em
VIP with the crew, no delay on 'em
Lil' mama drop low, she gon' sway on 'em
Post-Chorus
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah (hey)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah (what)
Verse 2
Hundred dollar bills like confetti in the air
Gucci on my feet, gold front in my stare
Spot lit up, everybody stop and glare
Bottle after bottle, haters lookin' bare
Twerk team badder than a feature in a song
Never outta ones, got the bank lookin' long
Shorty on the pole, poppin' it all night long
Came for the show, not leaving till it's gone
Pre-Chorus
All eyes when I step, drippin' in finesse
City know my name, heavy with the flex
Pockets overflowin', never gotta stress
Rollin' in the club, hustle real, say less
Chorus
Throw it up, let it fall, make it rain on 'em
Cash on the floor, I'ma spray on 'em
VIP with the crew, no delay on 'em
Lil' mama drop low, she gon' sway on 'em
Post-Chorus
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah (hey)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah (what)
Bridge
Diamonds in my glass, ice melt quick
Stacks doing flips, money double, that’s the trick
Lights flash wild, got her spinning on the tip
Another round in hand, I might let it rip
Chant
Go, go, get that bag (hey)
Go, go, get that bag (what)
Go, go, get that bag (hey)
Run it up, never lag (what)
Outro
Last call, bills up, let 'em fly, make a scene
Shorty gave a wink, whole crew lookin' clean
Night don't sleep, count green by the beam
Leaving out loud, still stuck in the dream
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