100 Racks
Quality Control & Offset Lyrics
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I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, fuck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Whippin' the racks you get slapped (slapped)
And this bitch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands
You can't come to the land
Got that bitch in my hand
That muhfucka' gon' dance
That muhfucka' gon' dance
Livin' good like a sin
We been gone like Xan
We not kickin' shit
No, we not friends
But I set these trends (trends)
Put a bitch in the Benz
Dirty money got cleansed
Diamonds jumpin' out the gym
She invite her friends (friends)
They my type, all tens
And my drip European (drip)
I done put diamonds on my lens (woo)
My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, fuck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Niggas don't want no money, want clout
Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch
Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out
Know my grandma lookin' down proud
My kids not worried 'bout a drought
Baguettes in the teeth, down South
Richard Mille wrist, cost a house
Put the double R truck en route
I go straight out to Mars, valet my car
Trap guitar, straight out the Nawf
Losin' my mind, I can't think
Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank
I go three hard in the paint
It get hot on the Perc', 'bout to faint
Swimmin' with sharks in the tank
You best not drown, when I pop this pint
Pour it in the clouds
My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, fuck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Wit' them racks you get slapped (slapped)
And this bitch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands
The lyrics in Quality Control and Offset's "100 Racks" are primarily centered on wealth and success, with Offset detailing his rise to fame and fortune. In the first verse, he reflects on his early success and how he squandered his first "hunnid racks" before upgrading his wardrobe to reflect his newfound wealth. He boasts about his lifestyle and how far he's come from his past, now "livin' good like a sin." The chorus repeats the phrase "my first hunnid racks" while also emphasizing the importance of having a stash of "packs in the house" (referring to drugs).
The second verse continues with more bragging, detailing how Offset now has a woman in his hand who will "dance" for him, and how he's made plenty of money in the game without relying on friends or connections. He proudly displays his wealth with diamonds on his lens and a drip that's distinctly European. The third verse takes a darker turn, with Offset talking about getting high on drugs like Percocet and nearly passing out, as well as swimming with sharks and risking his life. The song ends with another chorus and a reminder that success is not just about having money, but also about power and influence.
Line by Line Meaning
My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I made my first $100,000
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
I spent a lot of money on expensive things
Then I took off the hat (hat)
I decided to switch up my style
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
I had to get a high-end designer bag from Christian Dior
No books, its a mag
I don't read books, I only read magazines
Shoot it up, fuck a badge
I don't care about getting in trouble with the police
I was down to my last
I was broke before making this money
I remember my past (woo)
I haven't forgotten where I came from
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
I'm keeping my money safe and investing it in illegal drugs
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
Don't talk too much, or I'll hit you with a lot of money
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Women are easily replaced in my life
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
If you mess with my money, I will hurt you
Whippin' the racks you get slapped (slapped)
If you're making a lot of money, you better be careful
And this bitch want my mans
This woman is trying to steal my friend
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
I'm about to have a lot of money to play with
You can't come to the land
You're not welcome in my territory
Got that bitch in my hand
I have control over a woman
That muhfucka' gon' dance
I'm going to make someone's life difficult
Livin' good like a sin
I'm living a luxurious lifestyle
We been gone like Xan
We've been gone from the world like we're on Xanax
We not kickin' shit
We're not wasting time
No, we not friends
Don't mistake our relationship for a friendship
But I set these trends (trends)
I'm a trendsetter
Put a bitch in the Benz
I bought a woman a Mercedes-Benz
Dirty money got cleansed
I made a lot of money illegally, but I cleaned it up
Diamonds jumpin' out the gym
My diamonds are very flashy
She invite her friends (friends)
She's bringing her friends to party with us
They my type, all tens
I only like women who are physically attractive
And my drip European (drip)
I'm wearing high-end European fashion
I done put diamonds on my lens (woo)
I have diamonds on my glasses
Niggas don't want no money, want clout
Some people are more interested in fame than money
Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch
Be careful where you sit, there might be a gun hidden
Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out
I'm good at recruiting people for illegal activities
Know my grandma lookin' down proud
I'm doing well and making my ancestors proud
My kids not worried 'bout a drought
My children won't have to worry about money problems
Baguettes in the teeth, down South
I have expensive diamond teeth grills
Richard Mille wrist, cost a house
My watch costs as much as a house
Put the double R truck en route
I'm sending a Rolls-Royce truck to pick someone up
I go straight out to Mars, valet my car
I'm so wealthy I can afford to go to another planet and have someone else park my car
Trap guitar, straight out the Nawf
My music is a mix of trap music and guitar, from the southern United States
Losin' my mind, I can't think
I'm under a lot of stress and can't focus
Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank
Let's light something on fire and forget our problems
I go three hard in the paint
I work really hard and give everything my all
It get hot on the Perc', 'bout to faint
I feel weak and dizzy from taking Percocet
Swimmin' with sharks in the tank
I'm taking a big risk by working with dangerous people
You best not drown, when I pop this pint
Be careful when I drink this cough syrup, it's very strong
Pour it in the clouds
Let's party and have a good time
Wit' them racks you get slapped (slapped)
Don't mess with my money, or I'll hurt you
And this bitch want my mans
This woman is trying to steal my friend
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
I'm about to have a lot of money to play with
'Bout to play with these bands
I'm excited to make a lot of money
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jordan Terrell Carter, Kiari Cephus, Jordan Timothy Jenks, Leland Tyler Wayne
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Lyrics
My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, fuck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Whippin' the racks you get slapped (slapped)
And this bitch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands
You can't come to the land
Got that bitch in my hand
That muhfucka' gon' dance
That muhfucka' gon' dance
Livin' good like a sin
We been gone like Xan
We not kickin' shit
No, we not friends
But I set these trends (trends)
Put a bitch in the Benz
Dirty money got cleansed
Diamonds jumpin' out the gym
She invite her friends (friends)
They my type, all tens
And my drip European (drip)
I done put diamonds on my lens (woo)
My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, fuck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Niggas don't want no money, want clout
Don't sit, there's a stick in the couch
Get a man, get 'em in, get 'em out
Know my grandma lookin' down proud
My kids not worried 'bout a drought
Baguettes in the teeth, down South
Richard Mille wrist, cost a house
Put the double R truck en route
I go straight out to Mars, valet my car
Trap guitar, straight out the Nawf
Losin' my mind, I can't think
Fye that bitch up, we gon' blank
I go three hard in the paint
It get hot on the Perc', 'bout to faint
Swimmin' with sharks in the tank
You best not drown, when I pop this pint
Pour it in the clouds
My first hunnid racks (hunnid)
I blew it by the rack (blew it)
Then I took off the hat (hat)
Had to Dior the bag (Dior)
No books, its a mag
Shoot it up, fuck a badge
I was down to my last
I remember my past (woo)
Put it up, got packs in the house (bando)
Get slapped with a stack, watch your mouth
These hoes get passed (pew pew)
Get slapped with the racks to the mouth
Wit' them racks you get slapped (slapped)
And this bitch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands (play with them)
'Bout to play with these bands
@DoubleLV24k
With them racks she get slapped
And this bitch want my mans
'Bout to play with these bands
'Bout to play with these bands
You can't come to the land
Got that bitch in my hand
That muhfucka' gon' dance
That muhfucka' gon' dance
Livin' good like a sin
We been gone like Xan
We not kickin' shit
No, we not friends
@thedankestmeme7147
This is Carti's most underrated feature.
@thomasj8270
this big false chief, you needa check carti and etheral collabs
@marco-ck4ni
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@paneltwin
The Dankest Meme nah
@mcstubby4835
trippie & carti*
@locomarco2390
Carti verse only 20 seconds long, but I could feel myself floating for those 20 seconds.
@jordyhitty
nil he actually so bad on this
@vsnei
Jordy Hitchy ...
@mountainsidetv8467
Facts