Tyga - Whatcha Say lyrics

[Produced by Nineteen85 and Maya Jane Coles] [Verse 1: Drake] Ugh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm about are talkin' blunt and stayin' blunted Pretty women are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all just disappear right now Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh? You seem to flee to all the new things Cop cars with the loose change All white like I move things n***as see me rolling and their mood change Like a muthaf**a New flow, I got a dozen of em I don't trust you, you're an undercover I could probably make some stepsisters f** each other, whew Talkin' filets with the truffle bu*ter Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it Yeah, they all get what they desire from it What? Tell them n***as we ain't hidin' from it [Hook: Mally Mall] x2 Whatcha say huh? Whatcha say huh? Whatcha say huh? Real n***as all day, all day what [Verse 2: Kid Heat] Whew, this the king from under They say to bet against the odds but I like even numbers The kid, I'm all up at the cribbo, f**in' on a bad b**h Ass like a hippo, leavin' b**hes crippled Read the b**h MO, play it like a demo Trickin' when ya got it really is a n-o But I'm just really stickin' how I feel right now huh n***as can't stand real right now, huh? Can't see me, invisible Make ya b**h need the kid, feinin' like it's critical Rappers try to see me, feelin' so invisible n***as wanna be me, bout to get it physical, ain't stoppin' Clock stop it, pop lock it Stock option, co*k block it, Glock co*k it To take a shot, girl your genitals Got me goin' in with only 60 minute intervals You know you bad [Hook] [Verse 3: Tyga] Oh, it's the 8th wonder Wonder how I keep comin' with the Bay number Yeah, I play the money, I play it off cause you ain't had a lot She gon' say I'm co*ky, told her "You know that I get that a lot" Codeine, like a night game The rave c**aine came with a scale mane Trynna be the only one, that's a long race I'll call you Billie Jean, but what would Mike say? In L.A, in L.A, in L.A (in L.A) We in the mansion, all day MIA, all the girls with it Late night, they say "Don't stop, get it, get it" 8 mil' for the new home See the gold car, she like Raw home No shades I'll bring it to ya face n***a Like whatcha say, whatcha say, n***a [Hook]