Rack City (remix) Lyrics - Tyga

Rack, Rack City, bitch 

Rack, 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 yo titties, bitch. 

100 deep, V.I.P 

No guest list. 

T-T Raww, you don't know who you fuckin' wit. 

Got my other bitch 

Fuckin' wit my other bitch. 

Fuckin' all night 

Nigga we ain't celibate. 

Nigga say I'm too dope 

I ain't sellin' it. 

Bar fresher than a mutherfuckin' peppermint. 

G-gold letterman 

Last king killin' shit. 

Y-Young Money, Young Money 

Yeah, we gettin' rich. 

Got yo grandma on my dick 

Haha, girl you know what it is. 

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Rack City, bitch 

Rack, Rack City, bitch 

Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties, bitch. 

I'm a mutherfuckin' star (star) 

Look at the paint on the car (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 mornin' like Alonzo, Rondo. 

Green got cheese like a nacho. 

If you ain't got no ass, bitch wear poncho. 

Head honcho, got my seat back. 

Niggas starin' at me, don't get bapped. 

Got my shirt off, the club too packed. 

It's too turnt, goin' up like gas. 

Godddamn pull out my rags 

Mike, Mike Jackson, nigga, yeah I'm bad. 

Rat-tat-tat-tat tatted up in my back 

All the hoes love me 

You know what it is. 

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Rack City, bitch 

Rack, Rack City, bitch 

Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties, bitch. 

Throwin' hundreds, hundreds 

Hundreds, hundreds 

Throwin' hundreds, hundreds 

Rack City, bitch 

Rack, Rack City, bitch 

Hundreds, hundreds 

Throwin' hundreds, hundreds 

Hundreds, hundreds 

Rack City, bitch 

Rack, Rack City, bitch.