Lyrics to Rack City by Tyga

[Intro]
Rack rack city, bitch
Rack rack rack city, bitch
Rack, rack rack rack city, bitch
Mustard on the beat

[Tyga Verse 1]
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenty on ya titties, bitch
100 bee VIP, no guest list
T-Raw, you don't know who you f-ckin' wit?
Got my other bitch f-ckin' with my other bitch
F-ckin' all night, n-gga we ain't celibate
Make sound too dope, I ain't sellin' it
Bar fresher than a muthaf-ckin peppermint
Gold leather man, Last King killin' shit
Y-Young Money, Young Money yeah, we gettin' rich
Got ya grandmom on my dick [haha]
Girl you know what it is

[Hook x2]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch x3
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Tyga Verse 2]
I'm a muthaf-ckin' star [star]
Look at the paint on the car [car]
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rando Green got cheese like a nacho
If you don't got no ass, bitch, wear a poncho
Head honcho got my seat back
N-gga 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, n-gga I'm Bad
Ratatata, tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me, you know what it is

[Hook 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 rack city bitch