[Verse 1: Princess]
My city, it's my city
[?] I'm Zone 6-in it
Home of the tick chicks, 26 inch shit
Tell 'em it ain't there's, they throw a hissy fit
Got my other dude, asking bout my ex dude
If he keep it up, then it's onto the next dude
Too cool, sweat proof
Shout out to the wood, and [?] too
Text from [?] dreadheads [?]
Strip club, all the 1's, everybody throw them up
[?]
The [?] quieter, the freakier they are
So hot, got me chilling on a star
Wishing on a cloud, never coming down
Million dollar cars, you can see them round town
[?] at the mall [?]
Rack city, it up Magic City
All natural only ones that I'm tippin
Dudes cuff a cilicone shawty, you trippin
Must be sippin on thе Remy or the Henny
Tats on my oo, and my ah, got thеm dizzy
I can make him think he ain't trickin
Everything right and it's ripe for the picking
I can do it right, if you nice in my city
[Intro: Tyga]
Rack rack city, bitch Rack rack rack city, bitch Rack, rack rack rack city, bitch
Mustard on the beat

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Rack city, bitch, rack rack city, bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenty on yo titties, bitch
100 deep VIP, no guest list
T-Raw, you don't know who you fuckin with
Got my other bitch fuckin' with my other bitch
Fuckin' all night, n***a we ain't celibate
N***as say I'm too dope, I ain't sellin' it
Raw fresher than a motherfuckin' peppermint
Gold Lettermans, Last King killin' shit
Y-Young Money, Young Money yeah, we gettin' rich
Got ya grandma on my dick (haha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook: 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 3: Tyga]
I'm a muthafuckin' 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 don't got no ass, bitch, wear a poncho
Head honcho got my seat back
N***a staring at me, don't get bapped
Got my shirt off, the club too packed
It's too turnt going up like gas
Goddamn, pulled out my rags
Mike, Mike Jackson, n***a yeah I'm Bad
Rat-tat-tat-tat, tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me, you know what it is

[Hook: 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
[Bridge: Tyga]
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch

[Hook: 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

[Bridge: Tyga]
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Hundreds, hundreds
Throwing hundreds, hundreds
Hundreds, hundreds
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch

[Outro: Tyga]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch