Tyga Rack City lyrics

Rack rack rack city bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Rack, rack rack rack city bitch
Mustard on the beat

Rack city, bitch, rack, rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten twenties on ya titties, bitch
100 deep, V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw, you don't know who you fucking with

Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch
Fucking all night ,nigga, we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope, I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Gold leather, man, last king killing shit
Young Money, Young Money, yeah, we getting rich
Got ya grandmom on my dick
Girl, you know what it is

Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch

Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch

Imma motherfucking star
Look at the paint on the car
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that bitch, hop out, walk the boulevard

I need my money pronto

Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no ass bitch, wear poncho

Head hancho, got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off, the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas

God damn, pulled out my rags
Mike, Mike Jackson, nigga, I'm bad
Rat tat-a-tat tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me, you know what it is

Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch

Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties, bitch

Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch

Hundreds, hundreds
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Rack city bitch, rack rack city, bitch