Meek Mill - Rack City Rmx Lyrics
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?[Wale]Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to goAnd yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoesMy money for fourth and long, but you do not get to throwRack, Rack City shitPenny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your tittiesAnd a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a whileI'mma be up with them ounces, I'll see you when you outStuntin' for the ***** of it, I ain't with the sucka' shitAll the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government***** whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustleYeah, Rack, Rack City shitShe ain't right like them old rap city skitsI got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicksStrippers at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26[Chorus - Tyga]Rack city ***** Rack Rack city ***** [x3]Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties *****[Fabolous]Silver Emblem, 2 black RsWho's that in the nice black car?Autops came back up, results are?Cause of death…barsGotta killa fo, fo the llamaGotta killa hoe, half ColumbianaHalf Dominicana, Poke her from Behind-aWork out a little bit, get the rest from her mamaBlack city *****, Black outta '03California king kush, black out from OGYou made ya death bed, now lay in itThe end is here, start sayin it[Young Jeezy]I'm in my other car, bout to get my other carYou like to talk to him, man, it's a seminar12 carats, man that's all ears1 through 6, man, it's all gearsGot mah other broad talking with my other broadAll them in the back talking to mah other broadOk lil lay we gotta full something3 *****es in my bed, bout 4 somethingSal and my nigga hit thatHe ain't nuttin, Sal and my nigga split thatSuit game, bag it, she might know somethingBut if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow somethingYeah you know what that mean, you tonight girlBut if your bull, I'll leave ya wit a white girlIt's all we doing nigga, ass n' titsA-town nigga, yeah, strap six[Chorus x2]Rack city ***** Rack Rack city ***** [x3]Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties *****[Tyga]Black 4s, red drop head doorsGot ya whore doing shit that's uncalled forI see these *****es callin…I just hit ignoreJames bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre,Ain't got 'em? Erry blood goin stop 'em120 in the ghost take the ***** shoppinNiggas will open it up, cuz they ain't poppinAin't got nuttin to comment with niggas wit no commasRed headorama, Rack City Junk yardingI be ahead of these nigga Last King, GuillotineYMCMB Nigga take defeatPack a bad ***** then pass it to my nigga Meek[Meek Mill]Meek Milly, Racked up Racked outAnd I'll be countin money till I pass outHundred racks of hundreds in the Stash houseAnd I'll be sayin something when I mash outIn the Lambo lookin like a flyI shine like somthin in the skyThese haters hope I hurry up and dieCuz my ***** look like she said hurry up and bye[T.I.]Me and three females in the CLPink toe nails, tail like a beach whaleTell 'em all betta keep it on the DLNo phone, no twitter, no emailDiamonds in the chain, none in the rearFall the King of Diamonds, ***** you ate shitPocket racked up, all big facesAt the party crib, full of broads all *****Rosé cases, We pop dailyWe stay faded, need no occasionLatins and Asians, Black, CaucasianI'll go crazy for days in amazement[Chorus x2]Rack city ***** Rack Rack city ***** [x3]Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties *****
