The Game - Switch Lanes lyrics

[Hook: Tyga] When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Call it automatic bang, bang, bang Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang [Verse 1: Game] f** a n***a up,louie belt match the chucks I'm in the club with raw n***a, 10 ratchets tucked Back it up like a u-haul, when cash is up Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid b**h say she in love with me, stay away from cupid The Panamera's sick, Lupus T-Rawwwww show them how we do it [Verse 2: Tyga] Swoosh sign, do it, my new b**h A nudist, peace like a buddist Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck Arm out the window, another check, another rolex Mo' less, the moet, the mo' s**, I must say I boarded the P-Jet, more than a piss test So I wake up, I'm f**ed up, my ex tryna' make up [Verse 3: Game] Break up, telling these b**hes to get their cake up Wake Up, shooting my babies all on her make up I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs Eat it off from the club, rather f** hoes instead [Hook] [Verse 4: Tyga] Never tell a b**h I love her Money talk Chris Tucker Got a chauffeur, and a driver I don't lease it, I'mma buy it I'll be on the broke diet You ain't eating, but you biting my style Motherf**ing strike like lightning T-Carti, my b**h like Bvlgari I walk in the spot, all these b**hes bogart me Spent 30 racks, I'mma make it back tomorrow Pull up with a big titty b**h like Toccara [Verse 5: Game] You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari Tyga riding shotgun, snake print Cartier I'm in them Nike Airs 2500 n***a call them Nikes rare See them n***as hating, but I don't really care Gold bottles coming, tell them b**hes light flares Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear See it in the light though (woooo!) Ric Flair [Hook] [Verse 6: Game] Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom b**hes screaming A, we ain't where near Atlanta Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner f**ing with them lottery boys, now she a winner I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina Get lost in that p**y, n***a you will never find me Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda Shout out my n***a Breezy and beat it like Rihanna [Hook]