[Chorus: J Money]
Gucci count the racks
Louie count the racks
Neman Marcus sacks
Yeah we spend the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks
My house cost the racks
My ice cost the racks
My cars [?] all cost the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks

[Verse 1: J Money]
Yeah I keep the [?]
Yeah I move the [?]
Who the hell is that?
[?]
Haters doing bad, y'all can't [?]
Worth a couple hundred thousand, boy, that ain't [?]
[?]
500,000 [?] that's a stupid [?]
50 grand [?]
[?] country boy [?]
I'm riding futuristic, [?] like a star
200 racks, back to back [?]
I'm rackin while I'm stackin, I'm cappin when I'm packin
Super futuristic, Billy Gene, Michael Jackson
[Chorus: J Money]
Gucci count the racks
Louie count thе racks
Neman Marcus sacks
Yeah we spеnd the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks
My house cost the racks
My ice cost the racks
My cars [?] all cost the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks

[Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman]
Young Juice
Gucci cost the racks
Hummer on them racks
30,000 pinky, and I [?] them all in racks
I'm Young Juiceman, and my name cost them racks
Hundred thousand [?] cost them racks
[?] charge, and I [?] 20 racks
Right wrist be retarded, blowing on that loud pack
Man I'm right here cooking, whipping up them stupid racks
In Neman Marcus balling, and we spent 'bout 50 racks
Then we fall up in the Gucci store, and there go 30 racks
Pop a [?]
Mix with the gater, dawg, there go 5 racks
I'm Young Juiceman, can't no n***a top that
[Chorus: J Money]
Gucci count the racks
Louie count the racks
Neman Marcus sacks
Yeah we spend the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks
My house cost the racks
My ice cost the racks
My cars [?] all cost the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks

[Verse 3: Yung LA]
I kick it like [?], ball like Kobe
Trapper of the year, yeah, act like you know me
Mr. Futuristic, Mr. Got The Girl [?]
Hottest in the city, racked up like Diddy
Futuristic [?], country boy twang
Futuristic [?], got the [?] and everything
Like 20 dollar grams, fish scale [?]
Futuristic style, got the girl like damn
Louie Gucci party, making good [?]
Now I got the gualla, sack chaser holla
Rack after rack, early morning to the [?]
Outa here [?] juggin on the [?]
[Chorus: J Money]
Gucci count the racks
Louie count the racks
Neman Marcus sacks
Yeah we spend the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks
My house cost the racks
My ice cost the racks
My cars [?] all cost the racks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we talking stacks
Racks
Racks
Racks
Yeah we got them racks