Tyga

[fox69]

"For The Fame"
(feat. Chris Brown & Wynter Gordon)

"For The Fame"
(feat. Chris Brown & Wynter Gordon)



[Hook: Chris Brown and Wynter Gordon]
She ain't in it for the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
She ain't in it for the fame
For the fame, for the fame
She said that she ain't in it for the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
For the fame (For the fame)
She said that she ain't in it for the fame

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh, please no intro
Tyga she already know
Come and spend the night with me
And tell me what you into, uh
Can I take you home?
Wake up in the morn'
My side of the bed
Next minute I'm gone (Ha ah!)
You smile too
I'll probably smile if I was you
Always keep it real with me
And I'mma keep it real with you (Real with you)
Her friends like:
How you gon' handle him? Always hiding from the camera

[Hook]

[Hook 2: Wynter Gordon]
I ain't in it for the fame
I ain't trying to play the game (yeah)
Boy you know I'm down for you
I don't need your money no
I ain't in it for the show
But I love you
I said that I ain't in it for the fame

[Verse 2: Tyga]
So what you're here for?
Is you really down for sho'?
Let me know, fly you out to anywhere you wanna go (Wanna go)
Same night, new ice
Flashing lights, I can tell your life
But she don't really want none of
Homie trying to holla but she only be wanting my love (My love)
Being on the magazine
Movie screen, she ain't never seen

[Hook]

[Hook 2]

[Chris Brown]
Shawty I gotta be real honest
Cause I gotta a thing for you I'll do everything I promise
So what you wanna do?

[Wynter Gordon]
Boy, I want you
And I know you want me
Why don't you put it on me
Cause you're like what you say

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Hands up
Stick up the crowd
I wanna hear you shout it out
Young Money in the house
Show you what them dollars 'bout (yeah yeah)
Ghetto girls, loud mouth
Quiet chick, never 'bout
Point 'em out, they're all good as long as

[Hook]

[Hook 2]

[Outro: Chris Brown and Wynter Gordon]
She ain't it for the fame (I ain't it for the fame)
She ain't it for the fame (Cause I ain't it for the fame)
She ain't it for the fame
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (For the fame)
She ain't it for the fame, yeah yeah
She ain't it for the fame, yeah yeah
She ain't it for the fame [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck For The Road"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Fuck For The Road"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Verse 1 - Tyga]
They say what goes around comes around
And I know I made mistakes and you forgave me how
I don't understand, you know I'm trying the best I can
I guess it's consequences when you dealing with sin
And even sacrificed your friends over me
All them nights in the club turn to nights with me
It's like the same old story out your diary
Memories never fade but only in time we'll see
Hope to see you with me cause...

[Hook:]
My heart beats for you, girl, you know you are the one
Are you mad at me, girl, I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up
But my heart beats for you, baby, I’mma go and scream it loud
But if you leave it's something I can't control
So let's do it one last time and fuck for the road

[Verse 2 - Tyga]
Gripping and biting, remember the times after fighting
You said you loved me, I liked it, became obsessed with the sexing
You screaming, "Who’s is it," we naked
Now I'm pulling your hair told you take it
A couple of shots, now we faded
Don't even know how we made it, we home
Got that look in your eyes like hope you mine
Said you hoped the feeling’s real
Really tired of all the lies
One minute we fine, then we not
Everything I do you can't but that's no reason for making mistakes
This time put it all on the plate
I, I told you be loyal, spoil you, never disown you
You get lonely when I'm touring just hold it down be supportive
I'll be back in the morning that new purse you wanted
What's good if you can't flaunt it (flaunt it), show it
Ain't the same, better than the rest
And what's real love if you ain't got respect?
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to make, make you understand
Make you understand that…

[Hook]

[Bridge - Chris Brown]
All I ever wanted was your happiness
But right now let's get down to it, lets handle this business
If you gonna leave me tonight, I gotta kiss it goodbye
Girl, I'm bout to make it cry, and all I need is one more time cause my...

[Verse 3 - Tyga]
Last time, best time, better than my next time
Rolex and vest time, Moët it's sex time
Hard to let go, a part of you gon’ be alone
Scrolling your phone, looking at texts, seems like not too long ago
Ain't the same better than the rest
And what's real love if you ain't got respect?
And it's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to make, make you understand
Make you understand that...

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Fuck With You"

"Fuck With You"


[Chorus x2]
I don’t know what to do
Sitting here alone just waitin’ on a queue
‘Cause I don’t wanna fuck with you, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more
I don’t wanna fuck with you

Man falling into love too deep
Too much pressure
I don’t want to feel too weak
You be hearin’ all these bitches just talkin’ ‘bout me
And if it’s about beef
You’ll take it to the street
I know I see you don’t want to be seen
But baby I’m a star
And this is my team
I work too hard to be arguing
Picking up my phone and it ain’t even ringing
We even got some issues,
Some problems of your own
But I ain’t going to put you out there on the song
I’d be wrong if I did,
Even talkin’ about a kid
What my past relationships that’s false information
Bitch I thought you knew me better then that
Never did, matter fact
I don’t really got time to be explaining that
I know shit ain’t the same
But sometimes niggas goin’ change
Change now.

[Chorus]
I don’t know what to do
Sitting here alone just waitin’ on a queue
‘Cause I don’t wanna fuck with you, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more
I don’t wanna fuck with you

Tired of that, ain’t calling back
Ain’t fucking with you
Like the virgins back
Man shit was all good just a week ago
Now I’m blowing up
Turn me up in your speaker hoe
Speaking on the wrong shit
Now you gotta go
Sick of yo face and your friend is the antidote
And I ain’t trying to go fuck with anybody
But Imma fuck around and fuck somebody
Like bullets on plate
Rounds new pussy I just found
Out down late out
Throw in the towel ow
When I met this late
Probably never press redial
Calling all your loud ass friends in the background
I’m better now, I’m better now
Gotta new bitch I ain’t goin’ put her out
HA, like I put you out
This time I ain’t playing around

[Chorus]
I don’t know what to do
Sitting here alone just waitin’ on a queue
‘Cause I don’t wanna fuck with you, no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more, no more
I don’t wanna fuck with you

 

[fox69]

"Fuckin Crack"

"Fuckin Crack"


I see niggas rockin’ that gold
Check my old shit, bitch
I had the gold engine
Niggas had to get the chrome

[Hook]
These niggas they fuckin’ wack
These niggas they fuckin’ wack
These niggas they fuckin’ wack
Me I spit that fuckin’ crack
Me I spit that fuckin’ crack
T raw, that fuckin’ crack
White whips, my rims black
My credit card’s all black

[Verse]
I’m lookin’ over your crib
Private jet, I did,
That ghetto bird we swerve
Talkin’ shit like an adlib
I’m Papa Bear, you bitch
Hide y’all trees, where’s my porridge?
Got accounts just for tourin’
I can move ya fairly what I tour in, bitch
3000 like Andre
I spent that on my prom date
I’m gettin’ tickets like sweepstakes
I treat beef like cheese steak
These niggas fake like old bait
Chicken niggas that shake and bake
I fly out, that great escape
My pockets fat, that’s Ricky Lake
Cash spender, I throw it out
Can’t you see I’m totaled out?
Diddy money, only bad boy around
Burger King, only time you get a crown
West Side, tell them niggas bow down
Ice Cube, my nigga stay with a frown
Rolled on, young Nino Brown
We ran ya bitch, Gangnam Style!
Asian nigga, kick game like Bruce Lee
T Raww’s in the stores,
They sellin’ out like floor seats
These bitches lost like Dorothy
Coward lions, no heart beat
I just let my car speak
It’s gone with the wind like a hairpiece
Abu Dhabi, I’m gettin’ blow,
That shit illegal, but so are hoes
I’m out here like open toes
These niggas gay like rainbows
Old scores, no kangoo,
Stack chips, that’s Pringle
I told my girl I’m single,
I count numbers, that’s bingo
Hot nigga, I can start a forest fire,
She get low like low tires
This killa music, that’s Michael Myers
I’m so great like Tony Tiger
They steal my style, that’s Winona Ryder
BMX, my niggas riders
Just added a tiger to my show rider

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"G Shit"
(with Chris Brown)

"G Shit"
(with Chris Brown)



[Tyga]
haha you know a lot of girls say a lot of things to me
saying they this and that
but i aint listening
cause im on sum g shit
young money

[Tyga - Verse 1]
uh im in this bitch till my eyes white
they say im all hype
miss me if you blink twice
if ur head pussy right ima fuck u all night
the rockstar young Beatle tell em good night
kiss dada Momma love em about ma dolla
space comma bills up in Benni Hanna
ice water cash make my dick larger
I sex harder make u sweat sauna
haha dope nigga fuck dope bitches
from the city were lonesome and dose dickies
B side with the barbie dats 250
let her kiss on ma neck but no hickies (no hickies)
driveway like sincity make a movie with the star let the lights hit ya
haha she think i aint gone get but im a fly nigga i aint trippin
shawty so...

[Chris Brown - Chorus:]
it really dont matter to me
im lovin all these girls
cuz all these girls love me under the sheets
bout to party wid ya body
im a freak money aint a thang thang and ima do ma thang thang
im on sum g shit baby on sum g shit baby

[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
haha yeah look Lou Vuitton red bottoms cuz she that nice
her body stack right miss her if u blink twice
and never compare her to the rest cuz she so far
she got security with her I call her lonestar
YSL fly as hell with them french tips
lets hit the water set sail give me french kisses
people flashing everywhere that we go
ice cold nigga but the chain still rocky row
ice cream im fuckin with them ice queens long hair pretty yellow bone lightning
cuz shes exciting I take her clothes off I kiss it three times and then I doze off haha cuz I’m the best whoever did it and shes the best cuz she wid me
she think I aint gone hit it but I’m a fly nigga I aint trippin shawty so

[Chris Brown - Chorus]

[Chris Brown - Verse]
Fresh planes drive her to my jet-way
1st class yeah thats where my chef stay
I’m ahead of you niggas I skip 1 grade
on islands and yachts with my louis shades

[Tyga - Verse]
uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby have sum lemonade
umbrella drink dessert souffle
patrone shot straight turn a nigga two-face
hot drunk girls say they love my baby face

[Chris Brown]
uh but I’ma still keep it G though (yeah)
captain of my ship and I aint never wearing speedos (no)
my herringbone on, she let me bone on
poke her now chauffeur take her home

[Tyga]
put it on my camera phone I know I’m wrong
but I’m in too deep uh me alone
she fall in love with every love song she wanna be in love uh

[Chris Brown - Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"GCU$I"

"GCU$I"


She love my jacuzzi
I make it hot, I make it hot
They love my jacuzzi
Ghetto contour untamed sophisticated ignorance
Never heard nobody, nobody nah nah nah
I make it hot all in my jacuzzi
She love my jacuzzi
I make it hot, I make it hot
They love my jacuzzi
Ghetto contour untamed sophisticated ignorance
Never heard nobody, nobody not
I make it hot all in my jacuzzi

I know it's hot and this ice don’t help
Yeah this ice that I got is the kind that don't melt
(Hold on let this shit keep goin')
Yeah I be cooler than I look
My jacuzzi gotta coming back
And everytime I come around, they say the summer's back
Are you ready? (Are you ready?)
But are you really? (Are you really?)
Are you really ready? To get high and sweaty
You already know

She love my jacuzzi
I make it hot, I make it hot
They love my jacuzzi
Ghetto contour untamed sophisticated ignorance
Never heard nobody, nobody nah nah nah
I make it hot all in my jacuzzi
She love my jacuzzi
I make it hot, I make it hot
They love my jacuzzi
Ghetto contour untamed sophisticated ignorance
Never heard nobody, nobody not
I make it hot all in my jacuzzi

(Ghetto contour untamed sophisticated ignorance)
She say it's ghetto hot, pull up on her
Hop out and push up on her
In that contour on the showroom floor, I can show you more
And they know we untamed
They hatin' on us and we unfaced
We don't think about in on a Monday
Everyday the week end baby you should and see me
It's sophisticated how I made it
I'm so hot I'm steaming baby
All these diamonds ignorant
I wasn't thinking baby
I be gettin' money now she wanna fuck me suck me
Out in Cali where it's sunny you know

She love my jacuzzi (Drop my shit!)
I make it hot, I make it hot
They love my jacuzzi
Ghetto contour untamed sophisticated ignorance
Never heard nobody, nobody nah nah nah
I make it hot all in my jacuzzi
She love my jacuzzi
I make it hot, I make it hot
They love my jacuzzi
Ghetto contour untamed sophisticated ignorance
Never heard nobody, nobody not
I make it hot all in my jacuzzi

She love my jacuzzi ooh yeah
She love my jacuzzi ooh yeah
She love my jacuzzi ooh yeah
She love my jacuzzi ooh yeah

 

[fox69]

"Get Big"

"Get Big"


Uh
Young Money (w-w-well done)
O-o-o-kay
It's too many bitches too many niggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart hard to love easier to hate me
Okayyy
It's too many bitches too many niggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart, hard to love, easier to hate me
I fucking hate clowns kill em like Jason
Burner, yea I Pac-trick like Swayze
Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani
I rep California but not like Katy
Perry Middle school ghetto girls used to chase me
Now I'm big now they with me on the Ricther Scale baby
Put ya hands down fuck opponents and opinions
All the girls love me wrap my dick with a ribbon
Yeah I'm all business when I'm chillin we can kick it
My shoes are armadillos Louis Vuitton'n on you niggas
Spizzikes, Jays, Airwalkin on the flizzy
Gettin' head tight when ya high off in the Skizzy
Attendant say I'm tripping
You don't hear the captain speaking
I ball all week bitch you barely get weekends
Every show sold, promote it on twitter
Fresher than a baby got her standing the acryllic
Souvenir this motherfucker high school yea they did it
Best dressed ahhwww niggas ain't ahhhww shit to me
Dear Lord bring the Epiphany
Then let it rain hell flames on my enemies
Don't be gettin caught where you shouldn't be
Everything ain't a house party with the silly strings
Bring the b-b-beat the beat to the white meat
You niggas can't see me like mice feet
Head sprung one dose of me'll have your mind gone
Chaser with some blue ciroc now you in the cyclone
Lost in the ozone ain't you baby
100 things to do before you die lemme show you baby
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in a day
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in ya face Nigga

 

[fox69]

"Get Gnarley"

"Get Gnarley"


[Hook:]
(Showtime!)
Errbody errbody get get gnarley
Errbody get get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get gnarley

[Verse 1:]
Bang bang bang chiddy I'm a big problem
Tyga man in this bitch Vince Lombardi
Super bowl ring rollin red ferraris
Hundred thou in the date I don't say sorry
Money always on time never tardy
Yeah, we eatin over here Chris Farley
R I P to the haters yeah we on the stage
Shout shout shout out to the DJ
(Showtime!)

[Bridge:]
Throw some money at the haters put ya drinks up (get some!)
Middle finger in the air if you don't give a fuck (get some!)
Young Money in this bitch look the other way
Cuz we celebratin like it's a birthday

[Hook:]
Errbody errbody get get gnarley
Errbody get get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get gnarley

[Verse 2:]
Errbody errbody get get gnarley
Never never wear a suit like Steve Harvey
Never never wear a tie like Charles Barkley
But I'm celebrating cuz I got money on me
Young money army lock low shoes
One two one two yeah we in the party
We don't buy shots bottles by the case
We up in here shouting shout out to the DJ

[Bridge:]
Throw some money at the haters put ya drinks up (get some!)
Middle finger in the air if you don't give a fuck (get some!)
Young Money in this bitch look the other way
Cuz we celebratin like it's a birthday

[Hook:]
Errbody errbody get get gnarley
Errbody get get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get gnarley

[Verse 3:]
Now errbody in the building hands go up
And they stay there
Hot shit dope nigga made in the 80's
Riding with the rocket like '04 McGrady
Nigga pay me yellow gold on my colla
Pop up in the viper that's a bad mothersucker
All the hoes love us quarter mill in a day
Shout shout shout out to the DJ

[Bridge:]
Throw some money at the haters put ya drinks up (get some!)
Middle finger in the air if you don't give a fuck (get some!)
Young Money in this bitch look the other way
Cuz we celebratin like it's a birthday

[Hook:]
Errbody errbody get get gnarley
Errbody get get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get gnarley

[Bridge:]
Throw some money at the haters put ya drinks up (get some!)
Middle finger in the air if you don't give a fuck (get some!)
Young Money in this bitch look the other way
Cuz we celebratin like it's a birthday

[Hook:]
Errbody errbody get get gnarley
Errbody get get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get get gnarley
Errbody errbody get get gnarley

 

[fox69]

"Get Her Tho"
(feat. D-Lo)

"Get Her Tho"
(feat. D-Lo)



[Hook x2: D-Lo]
Ayye Ayye, she used to fuck with my nigga, though
I don't care nigga, shit, I'mma get her tho
And when I get that ho, I'mma hit that ho
And when I hit that ho, I'mma forget that ho

[D-Lo]
After I hit her, I'mma quit her, on to the next
Gold rapper, latex, I practice safe sex
I'm Barry Bonds I hit the pussy on the first pitch
Boy, I murdered her, yeah I'm a murderer
Ayye, she used to fuck with my nigga
But he didn't want her, though, cause she didn't want ho
Rhinestones that's that fake shit
Man I'm realer then a bitch without a face lift
Dope dick, dope dick, that's what she yelling out
Dope dick, dope dick, that's what I'm giving out
Yeah your boy play bitches, like a PlayStation
And I'mma hit the first night girl I ain't patient

[Hook x2]

[Tyga]

Drop 350
I wake up, get up to fuck my bitch silly
I pop up and pop Royce and she pops one with me
The pussy so fire, I'mma need a chimney
Bought a bitch a Bentley; I'm playing
Tell a ho to follow my command (bitch)
Deep in that pussy, quicksand (bitch)
Better recognize I'm the man
Fuck her right I ain't playing, got these hoes on my hands
And they fucking at my shows, we just throw them in the van
Probably fuck and make a grand, I'mma throw another band
Ten, ten damn hoes at the same time
Fucking king gold chains

[Hook x2]

[Outro: D-Lo]
European photo, true religions and Polo
I'm leaning, off an 8 ounce of that syrup, that's the ocho
Look, I'm probably with your ho bro; getting dough, though
Replacing, never chasing, I don't care about no ho

 

[fox69]

"Get Loose"

"Get Loose"


[Hook:]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I'd buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire

[Verse 1:]
Bitches getting loose, ride through on yo block man
In the drop, hair black, jeans, make a bitch cheat not care
Young Cove in the pop, bills pop, bands
Put a price on yo head, dollar sign,
Die fast, live young nigga
Got mills, ain't a dumb nigga
Niggas got choppas like drums going dumb nigga
Take er for the night, night stand then I'm done nigga
Then I giver er back like, ha nigga
I'm the shit, call the plumber
I'm so lit, I don't know my number
Walk up in the club, like what's yo dilemma?
Started taking shots but I am a beginner
Bottles in my both hands bitch
Twerk, we don't slow dance to them slow jams
All my niggas in the club doing the money dance
Big booty clappin to the end, all night goddamn

[Hook:]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I'd buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire

[Bridge:]
Bitch 'cause I'm loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches getting loose

[Verse 2:]
Loosing up in the backseat
Got killers on the street, bitch life ain't a bitch
And his beach house ain't cheap, got shooters like the heat
Real motherfuckin G's, RIP Easy E.
I T'd up, bitch let a nigga nut
We can shoot realer, just a bang for yo work
Right out niggas rough, it's the thuggers ruggers bound
My niggas Rambo, Sylvester Stallone
Gone, got bars, ain't gotta roam
If she ain't giving dome I guess she gon be walking home
Click clack two heels, turn it, don't make a noise
When I'm down south, niggas say I'm that boy
Good dawg, good for nothing but the cash
100 on the dash, molly in the stash, fuck a price tag
Smoke til I can't see nothing, call it gas mask
She gon need a white flag when a nigga murder that ass

[Hook:]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I'd buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire

[Bridge:]
Bitch 'cause I'm loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches getting loose

Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches getting loose
Bitches getting loose
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches getting loose

[Hook:]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to yo bitch, told er I'd buy er
Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire

Bitch 'cause I'm loose off the goose