Wale - Rack City lyrics

{Hook} 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 go And yeah we up in Stadium, quarterbacking hoes My money 4th and long, but you do not get to throw Rack, Rack City sh** Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a while I'mma be out with them owls, i'll see you when you out Stuntin' for the f** of it, I ain't with the s**a' sh** All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government f** whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya' But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle Yeah, Rack, Rack City sh** She ain't right like them old rap city skits I got many chicks, blue and black Penny kicks Strippers after 30 tellin' n***as that they 26 I'm being honest with em', yall being sloppy n***a Try to be honest with em', why is you trippin' homie? Small, but you talkin' big Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda civic Haters is gettin' dimmer, pockets is gettin' bigger If ratting is college I bet you n***as is master splinter I got enough to peel out, I got alot to give out b**hes don't clap with their hands, so I do not talk with my mouth Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the wagon It's hard to live out Atlanta with out makin' this a habit A habit it s**s, it does to you if you ain't got it She say this sh** for college, I told her drop her a prada {Hook} Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go {Black Cobain} Live from the Lamont's Rose Blowin' on some L-O U-D, my 310 chick got new weave, uh Black City b**h, Black Black City b**h All black everthing on some jigga sh** Couple shows gave a n***a life Couple broads wanna f**, they should stay the night Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma book ya' flight Married to this rap sh**, tell em' throw the rice Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature Jeremy Scotts, 3 stripes And I'm on you rapper's a** like brake lights Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice Every n***a prolly' hate, tell them n***as get a life Magic City, everything kosher All drinks on me like a f**in' coaster Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa Fake a**es everywhere say wa**up to . . . (laughs) L-m-a-o, been fly I know This is all my flow Pack all I smoke, pluck all I drink This is b-o-a, next r-o-c With my d-o-g's Blowin' that long beach And we gon' take it do max but I don't know screech Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin' special Rack City, Rack City she need a shovel Take em' home, kick em out, we never met em' {Hook} Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole? Who that on the pole? Is she that on the pole?