[Tyga]
I’m on it, I’m on it
I’m on it, I’m on it
If we talkin’ bout money b-tch

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Snap back chiller
gold chain n-gga
(?) no tigger, tyga b-tches
hundred proof liquor(?)
live no liver
theres hoes on this muthaf-cking strip, stripping
a n-gga no different
so we hold the heat though
smash on the b-tch brains looking like meatloaf
the hoe know me close she lying, Leo’s
pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina,
life is a b-tch better know how to treat her
I don’t get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year

[Chorus]

[Tyga - Verse 2]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I’m hot hello
boy yellow, but my b-tch back from the ghetto
with the flow watch it pop, sizzle
you feeling me, better break fast mc griddles
I ain’t finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I’m running the real estate, party in the f-cking house
my n-ggas is loud in the lobby they can’t turn us down
(?)DJ TAGS(?)
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can’t even count
keep f-cking b-tch, ain’t sh-t to talk about

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
N-ggas cant f-ck with me
Leave the bitches,Need the hoes
Life is a motherf-cker gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, More p-ssy to smell
Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale
New Orleans n-gga with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money n-gga money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a bitch and you ain’t even got cha flight plan

I’m on it..I’m on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWoo…Soo Woo Trill
hahahaha,
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