Tyga - Hookah lyrics

[Hook: Young Thug x4] Baby pa** me the hookah Pa** me the hookah Pa** the hookah Pa** the hookah [Verse 1: Young Thug] Damn I love this place I'm a rich n***a got chanel on my waist Run up on me playin I'mma aim it at ya face And that go for anybody... anyways I'm a rich blood by the way And I have swag roll it all like a tape Fish scale, yeah I got these b**hes on the bait Don't wanna talk, man I said I need some space My new car get geeked up I just paid a cop, now Im running out of coupes Panoramic top, I'mma put it on the rocks Crawl, walk and hop, got all these b**hes shocked Stone molly whiter than my socks I don't, I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap Clowning you n***as I see you flop I buy pints by the 2 no Pac [Hook: Young Thug x7] [Verse 2: Tyga] Rubbin on my chain blowing cloudmatic Smoke something with a G and bend that a** backwards Lay back relax and talk mathematics Later on we test a little s** practice Write my name on the wall Money in the mattress bet she wanna get involved She hopped on the blunt said 'Where the hookah y'all?' I tell her pa** back if the sh** too strong It's all set; Mozart art on the blog so wet I got a where I want her and I ain't done yet Looking at your future baby put down the cigarette Come hop on this kush jet and take flight Tell them b**hes 'mmm f** that' You wanna lay in bed I got a magic carpet for that a** yes I'm also on one Got two Olsen's on me Big homie Young Thugger Thugger rolling Rolls Royce so shorty [Hook: Young Thug x7] [Verse 3: Tyga] Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin' You know she want a ride home hop on the band wagon I got the chain saggy You know that life lavish Lifestyles like this gon' need magnums Pa** baby Welcome to rich cla** baby You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine Audemars on lean, cars on sheen You white girl but black girl ghetto fly ting It's verified, they ain't on your sea level Watered eyes don't cry inhale and breath regular My baby on it High at the crack of dawn and Baby shape, figure 8 like Pica**o draw ya Oh yes I'm winnin' Bling kingin' Ring blingin' Like like for no reason Let's get closer, closed in Remove your clothes we close friends Don't get choked smoking OG Oakland Shout out Oakland [Hook: Young Thug x7]