Rack City (Remix)

[Intro: Wale] Who that on the pole? It's you that on the pole Who that on the pole? It's you that on the pole, uhh Mustard on the beat ho [Verse 1: Wale] Who that on the pole? It's you that on the pole If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go And yeah we up in Stadium, quarterbacking hoes My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw Uhhh, haha, 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 owls, just to see you when you out Look, 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 write like them old Rap City skits I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26, haha [Chorus: Tyga] Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch [Verse 2: Fabolous] Silver emblem two black R's Who's that in the nice black car? Autopsy came back the results are... Cause of death? Bars Got a killer flow from the llama Got a killer ho half Colombiana Half Dominicana, poke out from behind her Work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceeee) Black city bitch black out a old 3 California king kush black out from OG You made your death bed now lay in it The end is here start saying it [Verse 3: Jeezy] I'm in my other car, 'bout to get my other car (Rari) They like talk to em Young, you're in a seminar (YEAH) Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears (all ears) One through six yeah that's all gears (ERRRT) I got my other broad talkin' to my other broad (other broad) While I'm in the back talkin' to my other broad (other broad) Okay! Look like we gotta got a foursome (foursome) Three bitches in my bed, 'bout four some'n (YEEEAH) Yeah see I let my nigga hit that Yeah I ain't done, see I let my nigga split that (turn up) Shoe game bad yeah she might know something But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something (haha) Yeah you know it just me and you tonight girl But if you bullshit I leave you with a white girl (bullshit) You know how we do it nigga: ass, titties A-Town, nigga, yeah it's trap city (YEAH) [Chorus: Tyga] Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch [Verse 4: Tyga] HAAAH~! Black fours red drop head doors Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for I see the bitches calling I just hit ignore James Bond, Tom Ford outta haute couture (HAAAH) We ain't got em'? Every block gon spot em' 120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping Niggas is openin' up, cause they ain't popping Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas (commas) Red head of ramen wreck shit junk yard it I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine (HAAAH) YMCMB, nigga, take defeat Pack a bad bitch then I pass it to my nigga Meek, hah [Verse 5: Meek Mill] Meek milly racked up racked out (racks) And I be countin' money till I pass out (racks) Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house And I be saying somethin' when I mash out (SKRRRT) In the Lambo looking like a fly I shine like something in the sky These haters hope I hurry up and die Cause my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye [Verse 6: T.I.] Me and three females in the CL Pink toenails tail like a beached whale Tell em all better keep it on the DL No phone, no Twitter, no email Diamonds in the chain, none in the rear Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit Pocket racked up all big faces After party crib full of broads all naked Rose cases, we pop daily We stay faded, need no occasion Latin and Asians, Black, Caucasian All go crazy for days in amazement [Chorus: Tyga] Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch