Rack City Remix (feat. Meek Mill / Tyga / Wale)

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?

If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go

And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes

My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Rack, Rack City shit

Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties

And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a while

I'mma be up with them ounces, I'll see you when you out

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Yeah, Rack, Rack City shit

She ain't right like them old rap city skits

I got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicks

Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26

Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch

Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

Silver Emblem, 2 black Rs

Who's that in the nice black car?

Autops came back up, results are?

Cause of deathbars

Gotta killa fo, fo the llama

Gotta killa hoe, half Columbiana

Half Dominicana, Poke her from Behind-a

Work out a little bit, get the rest from her mama

Black city Bitch, Black outta '03

California king kush, black out from OG

You made ya death bed, now lay in it

The end is here, start sayin it

I'm in my other car, bout to get my other car

You like to talk to him, man, it's a seminar

12 carats, man that's all ears

1 through 6, man, it's all gears

Got mah other broad talking with my other broad

All them in the back talking to mah other broad

Ok lil lay we gotta full something

3 bitches in my bed, bout 4 something

Sal and my nigga hit that

He ain't nuttin, Sal and my nigga split that

Suit game, bag it, she might know something

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

Yeah you know what that mean, you tonight girl

But if your bull, I'll leave ya wit a white girl

It's all we doing nigga, ass n' tits

A-town nigga, yeah, strap six

Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch

Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch

Black 4s, red drop head doors

Got ya whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I see these bitches callinI just hit ignore

James bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre,

Ain't got 'em? Erry blood goin stop 'em

120 in the ghost take the bitch shoppin

Niggas will open it up, cuz they ain't poppin

Ain't got nuttin to comment with niggas wit no commas

Red headorama, Rack City Junk yarding

I be ahead of these nigga Last King, Guillotine

YMCMB Nigga take defeat

Pack a bad bitch then pass it to my nigga Meek

Meek Milly, Racked up Racked out

And I'll be countin money till I pass out

Hundred racks of hundreds in the Stash house

And I'll be sayin something when I mash out

In the Lambo lookin like a fly

I shine like somthin in the sky

These haters hope I hurry up and die

Cuz my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye

Me and three females in the CL

Pink toe nails, tail like a beach whale

Tell 'em all betta keep it on the DL

No phone, no twitter, no email

Diamonds in the chain, none in the rear

Fall the King of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit

Pocket racked up, all big faces

At the party crib, full of broads all naked

Ros cases, We pop daily

We stay faded, need no occasion

Latins and Asians, Black, Caucasian

I'll go crazy for days in amazement

Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch

Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch