[Hook: Tyga]
She ain't playing, not a bit
She don't f** around, she with the sh**
She bounce that a**, till' a n***a get dizzy
My, my, my b**h get busy, busy, busy
My, my, my b**h get busy, busy, busy
(Look at her go)
[Verse 1: Gla**es Malone]
All eyes on her
In that ? skirt
Matchin with the ? purse
Gotta coordinate, dropped a quarter on her hair
Drop it in my lap, let a n***a know it's real
See all stacked up, lil' momma know the deal
Baby beat it up, ivander holyfield
Get hoes in these churches just for actin' like a ho
Only rap n***a out in traffic in the fo' like it's 1994
When i parolled outta ?
? young gla**es don't ?
'f** you mean?
And ever since I got the gs, that b**h like f** recess
[Hook: Tyga]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Drop, drop it on the floo'
You know I'm high as f** b**h, keep it on the low
She give me good head, call that sh** sloppy joe
I'm the sh**, smell chanel cologne send it all to go
Westside, fat a** I get behind her
I'm in the p**y all night like a f**ing dina
Nosey a** pinocchio, rappers be quiet
Say you getting more money than me, you a liar
k**ing sh**, gangster attire, b**hes admire
You sweet as papaya, bandana and the ties
Life in the game don't jeopardize it
I'm the truth, put that on Zion
T-Rah, sh**!
[Hook: Tyga]