Tyga - Coconut Juice (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Tyga] Put the lime in the coconut and twist it all up {*3X*} Twist it all up! (Remix baby~!) [Lil Wayne] I'm, about to go dumb I'm about to go dumb, like Fred Sanford's son Ah-um, I'm about to go coconuts And when it comes to money man, I'm about to go Oprah And you ain't got to vote for us cause we ain't never runnin' So you better get back like we ain't never buntin' Yeah, I put the lime in the open blunt And twist it all up baby I am not the sober one I'm from the jungle where the lion ate the cobra And I get money, got a no-money phobia Uh-huh, Tyga-Tyga what it do Man, we are flyer than the pigeon in the coop Man, I am hotter than a n***a in a suit In the middle of the summer, and I bang like a drummer Wayne's that nukka, holla at ya gualla Make the money chase the shadow, call it dollar after dollar [Hook: Tyga] Put the lime in the coconut and twist it all up {*3X*} Twist it all up! Twist it all up! [Hook Two: Tyga] Coconut juice got me real loose, like Got me leanin' three thousand proof, like Coconut juice all on the dance FLOOR Fellas let your ladies GO ladies let your fellas GO [Tyga] In low, +No Introduction+ WAIT, was that an introduction? Fo-forget it, I stu-stu-stu-stutter just so you can get it My diamonds so bright, I get picture tickets to tit it No, Im lyin', right here the Tyga, no Lion Tyga flowed, humanater, a bu*ter roll tale, you do this slow Smokings on me, don't touch me, still blow Cause she won't be missed like Ben Gorden free throws Uh-uh, Its the cheap coal from marciano And I'm in the game, but my fame on the d-low Me no, speak no, broke money english Loyal I'll be forever in a lake like seaglus Jesus, couldn't even save me from the visa So I keep ha, historic names in my James Ben Frank, name tag be Tyga man Oh, you mad cause the chase, stylin' with straight Tyga man [Hook One] [Rich Boy] I'mma get some flames over the horn of artagrab b**h ain't a buff, until you have a whole sale I'll take the coconut juice and mix it with a old goose Hutchy hoot-a-hoot fryin' some Russian red kook My livin' ATM, wishin' my sh** money grain I should have bought an office, I went and bought a ring Instead I ride dirty, said I shoulda bought the ring Instead of coconut juice it I mixed it with the lean AKA the rich one, Cartier yeah the Benjamin If you ain't a b**h, why the f** you ain't that feminine When I twisted it up, she licked it up, the whole coconut Thats it, the whole coconut [Hook One] [Hook Three: Tyga] Everybody in the party Hold your cup high move your body If you twist it, scream it loudly Ay, ay, ay, HEY! Ay, ay, ay, HEY!