[Tyga]
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money b**h
[Tyga - Verse 1]
Snap back chiller
gold chain n***a
snaps no tigger, tyga b**hes
hundred proof liquor
live no liver
theres hoes on this muthaf**ing strip, stripping
a n***a no different
so we hold the heat though
smash on the b**h brains looking like meatloaf
the hoe know me close she lying, Leo's
pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina,
life is a b**h better know how to treat her
I don't get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year
[Chorus]
[Tyga - Verse 2]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot hello
boy yellow, but my b**h back from the ghetto
with the flow watch it pop, sizzle
you feeling me, better break fast mc griddles
I ain't finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I'm running the real estate, party in the f**ing house
my n***as is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down
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I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can't even count
keep f**ing b**h, ain't sh** to talk about
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
n***as cant f** with me
Leave the b**hes, need the hoes
Life is a motherf**er gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, More p**y to smell
Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale
New Orleans n***a with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money n***a money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a b**h and you ain't even got cha flight plan
I'm on it..I'm on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWoo...Soo Woo Trill
hahahaha,
yeaaa