Rack-Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Mustard on the beat [Verse 1:] Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Ten-ten-ten, twenties on ya titties bitch 100 deep VIP, no guest list T-Raw you don't know who you fucking wit'? Got my other bitch fucking wit' my other bitch Fucking all night nigga we ain't celibate Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it But I'm fresher than a motherfucking peppermint Gold letterman Last King killing shit Young money Young money yeah we getting rich Get ya grandmom on my dick (ha ha) Girl you know what it is [Hook: 2x] Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Ten-ten-ten, twenties, and them fifties bitch [Verse 2:] I'm a motherfucking 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 ain't got no ass bitch wear poncho Head hancho got my seat back Nigga 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 nigga young bad T-t-t-tatted up on my back All the hoes love me you know what it is [Hook: 2x] Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Ten-ten-ten, twenties, and them fifties bitch [Outro: 2x] Throwing hunnids-hunnids Hunnids-hunnids Throwing hunnids-hunnids Rack-Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch Hunnids-hunnids Throwing hunndids-hunnids Rack-Rack City bitch Rack-Rack City bitch