Rack city
Rack, rack city
Rack city
Rack, rack city
Rack city
Rack, rack city
Rack, city
Rack ah, rack ah city
Got another miss
Lovin' all my southerness
Stayin' up all night, we ain't celibate
Make a sound too dope, I ain't sellin it
Raw fresher than a malt licker peppermint
Gold Lettermans, Last King killin it
Young money, young money, yeah we gettin' rich
I got some, Grandma, take a sip
Girl, you know what it is
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain't got no ass, bitch, wear a poncho
Head honcho got my seat back
I got my shirt off, the club too packed
Ah, damn, pulled out my racks
Like Mike Jackson, baby I'm bad!