Tyga Lyrics
"Rack City"

Rack rack city bitch (repeat)
Mugga on the beat

Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten Ten Ten twenty on ya titties bitch
100 bee v.i.p. no guest list
TT-Raw you dont know who you fuckin wit?
Got my other bitch fuckin wit my other bitch
Fuckin all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make sound too dope I ain't sellin it
Bar fresher than a muthafuckin peppermint
Gold leather man last king killin shit
Young money Young money yeah we gettin rich
Get ya grandmom off my dick (haha)
Girl you know what it is

x2
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch x3
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

I'mma muthafuckin star [star]
Look at the paint on the car [car]
Too much rim make the ride to 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 dont got no ass bitch wear poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me dont get bapped
Got my shirt off the club to packed
Its too turnt going up like gas
God damn pulled out my rags
Mike Mike Jackson nigga im back
Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is

X2
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch x3
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Tyga Outro] X2
Throwing hundreds hundreds
Hundreds Hundreds
Rack city bitch
Rack rack city bitch