Rack City (remix) Lyrics - Wale

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? 

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? 

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? 

If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go 

And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes 

My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to throw 

Rack, Rack City shit 

Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties 

And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a while 

I'mma be up with them ounces, I'll see you when you out 

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit 

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government 

Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya' 

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle 

Yeah, Rack, Rack City shit 

She ain't right like them old rap city skits 

I got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicks 

Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26 

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

Silver Emblem, 2 black Rs 

Who's that in the nice black car? 

Autopsy came back, results are? 

Cause of death...bars 

Gotta killa fo, for the llama 

Gotta killa hoe, half Columbiana 

Half Dominicana, Poke her from Behind-a 

Work out a little bit, get the rest from her mama 

Black city Bitch, Black outta '03 

California king kush, black out from OG 

You made ya death bed, now lay in it 

The end is here, start sayin it 

I'm in my other car, bout to get my other car 

You like to talk to him, young, it's a seminar 

12 carats, man that's all ears 

1 through 6, man, it's all gears 

Got my other broad talking with my other broad 

All them in the back talking to my other broad 

OK, look like we got a foursome 

3 bitches in my bed, bout 4 something 

Yeah see I let my nigga hit that 

He ain't nuttin, so I let my nigga split that 

Suit game, bag it, she might know something 

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something 

Yeah you know what that mean, you tonight girl 

But if your bullshit, I'll leave ya wit a white girl 

It's all we doing nigga, ass n' tits 

A-town nigga, yeah, trap city 

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

Black 4s, red drop head doors 

Got ya whore doing shit that's uncalled for 

I see these bitches callin...I just hit ignore 

James bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre, 

Ain't got 'em? Erry blood goin stop 'em 

120 in the ghost take the bitch shoppin 

Niggas will open it up, cuz they ain't poppin 

Ain't got nuttin to comment with niggas wit no commas 

Red headorama, Rack City Junk yarding 

I be ahead of these nigga Last King, Guillotine 

YMCMB Nigga take defeat 

Pack a bad bitch then pass it to my nigga Meek 

Meek Milly, Racked up Racked out 

And I'll be countin money till I pass out 

Hundred racks of hundreds in the Stash house 

And I'll be sayin something when I mash out 

In the Lambo lookin like a fly 

I shine like somethin in the sky 

These haters hope I hurry up and die 

Cuz my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye 

Me and three females in the CL 

Pink toe nails, tail like a beached whale 

Tell 'em all betta keep it on the DL 

Diamonds in the chain, none in the rear 

Fall the King of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit 

Pocket racked up, all big faces 

At the party crib, full of broads all naked 

Rosé cases, We pop daily 

We stay faded, need no occasion 

Latins and Asians, Black, Caucasian 

All go crazy for days in amazement 

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