Il testo della Rack city

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties on yo titties bitch
Hunded deep v.i.p no guest list
T raw you don't know who you you fuckin wit
Got ma other bitch fuckin wit ma other bitch
Fuckin all night nigga we ain't celibate
Nigga said im too dope, i ain't selling it
Bar fresher then a ma'fuckin peppermint
Gold letterman's last king killin' shit
Young money, young money yeah we gettin' rich
Get cha grandma on my dick
Girl you know what it is

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch (x3)
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch (x3)
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch

Imma ma'fuckin 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, rondo
Green got cheese like a nacho
If you aint got no ass bitch wear a poncho
Head honcho, got my seat back
Niggas starin' at me, dont get bapped
Got my shirt off, the club too packed
Its too turnt, going up like gas
Goddamn, pull out my rags
Mike, mike jackson nigga im back
Ra-ta-ta-tat 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
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch (x3)
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch

Throwin' hundreds, hundreds,
Hundreds hundreds
Rack city bitch rack ,rack city bitch (x5)