Rack City - T.I.

Rack, Rack City, b**ch
Rack, Rack, Rack City, b**ch
Rack, Rack, Rack, Rack City, b**ch.
Mustard on the beat.
Rack City, b**ch
Rack, Rack City, b**ch
Ten, ten, ten twenties on yo titties, b**ch.
100 deep, V. I. P
No guest list.
T-T Raww, you don't know who you f**kin' wit.
Got my other b**ch
F**kin' wit my other b**ch.
F**kin' all night
Ni**a we ain't celibate.
Ni**a say I'm too d**e
I ain't sellin' it.
Bar fresher than a mutherf**kin' peppermint.
G-gold letterman
Last king killin' sh*t.
Y-Young Money, Young Money
Yeah, we gettin' rich.
Got yo grandma on my dick
Haha, girl you know what it is.
Rack City, b**ch
Rack, Rack City, b**ch
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties, b**ch.
I'm a mutherf**kin' star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that b**ch hop out,
Walk the boulevard.
I need my money pronto
Get it in the mornin' like Alonzo, Rondo.
Green got cheese like a nacho.
If you ain't got no a**, b**ch wear poncho.
Head honcho, got my seat back.
Niggas starin' at me, don't get bapped.
Got my shirt off, the club too packed.
It's too turnt, goin' up like gas.
Godddamn pull out my rags
Mike, Mike Jackson, ni**a, yeah I'm bad.
Rat-tat-tat-tat tatted up in my back
All the hoes love me
You know what it is.
Rack City, b**ch
Rack, Rack City, b**ch
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties, b**ch.
Throwin' hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwin' hundreds, hundreds
Rack City, b**ch
Rack, Rack City, b**ch
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwin' hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Rack City, b**ch
Rack, Rack City, b**ch.