[Verse 1: Guyana] I blow trees, hurricane Got the game on my back like shoulder blades k** the track, check the motherf**in' murderade I f**ed him 3 times, still don't know his name I make my a** clap, bravo Pocket full of cheese like a cow zone And yeah, it's going down like the dale Jones Talking like you're rich make you seem broke Big Boy sh**, fading with the roof gone My name ringing in the hood like a new phone You never heard of me, what is you on I use to get it for the low no coupe on Brain good on the rode Keep the bread in the box like domino's f**ed him once then i gotta go I'm chuckin' up the deuces like adios It all started with some headphones Now I'm close to the go like the red zone In my motherf**in' bread lone So you can't say sh** like a dead phone I know you see me on the internet Money in my pocket 'bout to burn it like a cigarette Rich n***as on the right broke n***as to the left Wanna f** with Guyana, Imma need a bigger check! [Hook: Tyga] 2x Rack City b**h, Rack Rack City b**h 3x Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties b**h [Verse 2:Tyga] Imma motherf**ing star Look at the paint on the car Too much rim make the ride too hard Tell that b**h hop out, walk the boulevard I need my money pronto Get it in the morning like Alonzo Green got cheese like a nacho If you don't got no a** b**h wear poncho Head hancho got my seat back n***a staring at me don't get bapped Got my shirt off the club to packed It's too turnt going up like gas God damn, pulled out my rags Mike Mike Jackson, n***a I'm back T-T-T-Tatted up on my back All the hoes love me, you know what it is [Hook] [Outro: Tyga] 2x Throwing hundreds, hundreds Hundreds, hundreds Throwing hundreds, hundreds Rack City b**h, Rack Rack City b**h