Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch Ten Ten Ten twenty on ya titties bitch 100 bee v.I.p. no guest list T-Raw 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 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
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 don'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 to packed It's too turnt going up like gas God damn pulled out my rags Mike Mike Jackson nigga I'm back T-T-T-Tatted up on my back All the hoes love me you know what it is
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch x3 Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch
Throwing hundreds hundreds Hundreds Hundreds Rack rack city bitch