เนื้อเพลง Rack City - Tyga

[Intro:]
Rack, rack, city b*tch, city b*tch
Rack, rack, Rack City b*tch, city b*tch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city b*tch, city b*tch
Mutha on the beat

Hah!

[Verse 1:]
Rack city b*tch, rack, rack city b*tch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties b*tch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you f*cking with?
Got my other b*tch f*cking with my other b*tch
F*cking all night n*gga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherf*cking peppermint
Gold Letterman last kings killing sh*t
Young Money, Young Money, yeah we getting rich
Getcha grandma on my d*ck (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook: x2]
Rack city b*tch, rack, rack, city b*tch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b*tch (b*tch)

[Verse 2:]
I'm a motherf*cking star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that b*tch 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 ain't got no ass b*tch wear a poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
N*gga staring at me don't get bapped
Got my shirt off the club too packed
It's too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson n*gga yeah I'm bad
Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is

[Outro: x2]
Rack city b*tch, rack, rack, city b*tch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b*tch
Rack city b*tch, rack, rack, city b*tch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties b*tch
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Rack city b*tch, rack, rack city b*tch
Hunnids, hunnids
Throwing hunnids, hunnids
Hunnids, hunnids
Rack city b*tch, rack, rack city b*tch

Rack city b*tch, rack, rack, city b*tch [x2]

(Rack, rack, rack, rack, rack...)