Drumma Boy - Put On For The Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga] I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand This man ain't givin a f** for no middle man, middle cla** Skipped cla** only cla** I knew, was S-Benz Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams And I was just a boy like k**er cam But now my print over yo b**h, T-shirt Gla** skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp But it gets worse, how would you feel Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk After I'm all working your girlfriend purse Damn ma, didn't he f** friend ha? Yea why? I thought that goofy b**h was lying Guess not, bet not they won't near us Fear us, Y.M squadron Young bloods Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above Studio, many yums, I ain't f**ing with the club While you getting bub, I'm getting pub These songs I mean, these songs be mean Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities I got the holy spirit, but no father son [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Now everybody know I'm shinning in the coupe, No roof while I'm sh**ting on em Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura Young money n***a, Yea I'm back like I left something You n***as is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son Young n***a, got my money running like Barry b**hes want my baby cause they heard about my salary Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g Knock them b**hes socks loose, pa** em off to Mallie G All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n All my n***as red flagging you could see we soo woo'n [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Dedication 3 I feel like these mothaf**as better know we next I will like but never love them H-O-E-S I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix I still eat a couple rappers for my protein b**h I'm on my so mean sh**, you don't know me b**h I do it for those who done it before me b**h My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak b**h And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece b**h Stunna man said k** em all, so still and all I'm a k** em all, murder them p**y hoes I'm flyer then a bu*terfly doing the tootsie roll Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough And it takes a lot of paper to book a show You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee And numbers don't lie, yeah Yea better hope your math is right We take your body for a sacrifice You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife I put on for them b**hes, On On for them b**hes I put on for them b**hes, On on I Put on for them b**hes, On on I put on Onnnnn