[Verse 1: Guyana]
I blow trees, hurricane
Got the game on my back like shoulder blades
k** the track, check the motherf**in' murderade
I f**ed him 3 times, still don't know his name
I make my a** clap, bravo
Pocket full of cheese like a cow zone
And yeah, it's going down like the dale Jones
Talking like you're rich make you seem broke
Big Boy sh**, fading with the roof gone
My name ringing in the hood like a new phone
You never heard of me, what is you on
I use to get it for the low no coupe on
Brain good on the rode
Keep the bread in the box like domino's
f**ed him once then i gotta go
I'm chuckin' up the deuces like adios
It all started with some headphones
Now I'm close to the go like the red zone
In my motherf**in' bread lone
So you can't say sh** like a dead phone
I know you see me on the internet
Money in my pocket 'bout to burn it like a cigarette
Rich n***as on the right broke n***as to the left
Wanna f** with Guyana, Imma need a bigger check!
[Hook: Tyga] 2x
Rack City b**h, Rack Rack City b**h 3x
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b**h
[Verse 2:Tyga]
Imma motherf**ing star
Look at the paint on the car
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that b**h 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 don't got no a** b**h wear poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
n***a staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club to packed
It's too turnt going up like gas
God damn, pulled out my rags
Mike Mike Jackson, n***a I'm back
T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me, you know what it is
[Hook]
[Outro: Tyga] 2x
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Rack City b**h, Rack Rack City b**h