Tyga - Rack City lyrics

[Intro] Rack rack city, b**h Rack rack rack city, b**h Rack, rack rack rack city, b**h Mustard on the beat [Verse 1] Rack city, b**h, rack rack city, b**h Ten, ten, ten, twenty on yo titties, b**h 100 deep VIP, no guest list T-Raw, you don't know who you f**in with Got my other b**h f**in' with my other b**h f**in' all night, n***a we ain't celibate n***as say I'm too dope, I ain't sellin it Raw fresher than a motherf**in' peppermint Gold Lettermans, Last King k**in sh** Y-Young Money, Young Money yeah, we gettin' rich Got ya grandma on my dick [haha] Girl you know what it is [Hook] Rack city b**h, rack rack city b**h Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b**h Rack city b**h, rack rack city b**h Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b**h Rack city b**h, rack rack city b**h Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b**h [Verse 2] I'm a muthaf**in' star [star] Look at the paint on the car [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 Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho If you don't got no a**, b**h, wear a poncho Head honcho got my seat back n***a staring at me, don't get bapped Got my shirt off, the club too packed It's too turnt going up like gas Goddamn, pulled out my rags Mike, Mike Jackson, n***a yeah I'm Bad Rat-tat-tat-tat, tatted up on my back All the hoes love me, you know what it is [Hook] [Outro] Throwing hundreds, hundreds Hundreds, hundreds Rack rack city b**h Throwing hundreds hundreds Hundreds Hundreds Rack rack city b**h