Tyga

Rack rack city b*tch
Mugga on the beat
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 wit?
Got my other b*tch f*cking wit my other b*tch
F*cking all night nigga we ain't celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain't selling it
Bar fresher than a motherf*cking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is
Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch
Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch
Rack city b*tch Rack Rack city b*tch
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b*tch
I'mma 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