[Tyga] (Intro) Hahaha Yeeeah Umm, I presume you already know what this is A Young Money, G.E.D, Decaydance Production Well, I didn't make the beat But I'm gone make the beat I'mma lose all my knowledge since preschool and get silly [Verse] My advance check got the bank teller depressed My publishing check made the IRS check My f**ing alias like who the f** is this Student who didn't go to college but forever set f** a Standford 9 test, a Standford 9 test? What the f** is that when you steady got stacks on deck I spazz wit the tats, California on my neck Gold shapes swing of the center of my chest I don't trip on these chicks, tell em there n-n-n-nothin To a man getting rich with a motion picture budget Flying motion with no potion, sober, I dearly does it I never went to cla** studying cash was my subject I love it, how does it feel to pay the bills before your mother Bread like wonder, make her wonder why they flourish For little human thunder, I explain thoroughly to her Easily they download and discover like researchers Research the hard workers, I work hard for the sk** murder Still hunger, you didn't hear it when I deliver Like fast food burgers, in and out burger In and out yo sis brother My black brothers stop hatin it ain't worth it Like penny savers, ya'll n***as ain't bout nothin Like dry humpin, before that sh** I was the sh** Call it predumpin, eat dumplins, never done it I'm too youngin like put putin I get paid off clubs, tiger woods sh** tyga good Understood before they knew me thirty thou crowds Like stood, understand couple of years I will Be the f**ing man