Tyga - Word On The Street lyrics

[Intro] Word on the street I got gold bricks [Verse 1:] Word on the street I got gold bricks Put kinggold chains on yo b**h Let'her cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish She gon blow dick til she pop, how many licks? Blow this popsicle, stand quick Insane n***as, getting bent in a Bentley Hothead trigger n***a, don’t tempt me Make that a** shake like a Wendy’s frosty (frost bit) In the middle week, Jebediah I’m the great Alexander Empire Bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion Tyga, not to be f**ed with, tyrant sponsored links On the highest level, top of mount Zion She said she never f**ed me, but she’s lyin Team so strong, could’ve been the Minnesota Viking, f** it! Two tears n***a in a bucket You don’t like me and b**h I love it Livin life reckless, gold b**h stay nugget Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage f** that b**h, she’ll never get a lover Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa Talkin bout medusa, these n***as just losers You ain’t even do sh**, I’m the coach that’s coolest T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent Probably the best to do this Ho I ain’t gotta prove sh** The proof’s in the bank b**h Do this sh** for my kids’ kids In the papadoce, you don’t even know what that is n***a Word on the street I got gold bricks Word on the street I got gold bricks [Verse 2:] Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened So doctor, this ain’t Broadwayin Tom foolery, yall n***as horse playin Most hated cuz the crib most gated Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated Your cars pa** through expiration Second to none, no offense, none taken Stick up, I’m hijakin em back I’m the sh** bubblewrap, get rap to rap Flow god, that is so hot Step on yo back b**h Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad Lougin at the pack T-Raw the best rapper in there and I’m flexin 600 grand on my lap Instagram, take the pilot jet ready That’s an instant plane f** yall, n***as couch mane Actin ashamed, don’t be a slave Put yo check on the table By the end of the days paid hey hey Blake fair at the world fair, f** fair When them near smell roast in the air Oh yea? Who that n***a with the big a** gat? That’s me with the big a** gat It’s a sabertooth Hater eat yo life in a big a** flash No pork on my plate, n***a still goin ham Word on the street I got gold bricks Word on the street I got gold bricks Word on the street I got gold bricks