Tyga

[fox69]

"Hard For You"

"Hard For You"


You know it’s only good pussy that I'm used to
Now this good dick only thing you used to
Anything less couldn't hear her with a bluetooth
Laced up, tongue out, stuntin’, actin’ brand new
They ain’t even know you was steppin’ in Giuseppe too
37 spare bright jeans 'bout 12 jewels
Posin’ like a mannequin, bag, matching manicure
Two ill shawites in the van, she heaven sent
Ever since you was little had a silver spoon
How they make it hard for you shoulda made a song for you
And the world is your stage, turn on the lights for you
Lighting up one in the crowd I be rootin’ for you
If it don't go well, well I'm still rootin' for you
Lean on me if you need help, I'm a tutor to you
Put me in the cell, hit a nigga when you ready to
Better when its late night I'mma just drive through

I know its hard for you
Do it too well, I don't wanna see you fail
They just try and make it hard for you
I know its hard for you
Even though you a star to ‘em
Everybody need love just pick up the phone and imma come through
And make it hard for you

And you know the summer’s mine, fuck with a winner
Had to show you shit they ain’t really wanna show you
Imma put you on game, run game on these other bitches
Told her never show no love for a bitch nigga
Keep it all business if you fuckin’ with em
Never let your guard down even when the stars ‘round
Get a lover baby if you in it for the long haul
If you pacing I can show your ass how to last long
I don’t wanna see you up in every video
Every year all star cities I go
If there’s money to be made I can understand
But don't fuck up your brand for a grand, you understand?
Somewhere in Miami gettin’ all tan
With a flock of all tens, talkin' bout who they fuckin’
Ducks swim together baby just remember that
You got too much potential to lose so get rid of that

I know it’s hard for you
You do it too well, I don't wanna see you fail
They just try and make it hard for you
Well me, I just fall for you
Even though I'm a star to you
Everybody need love just pick up the phone and I’ll come through
And make it hard for you

Spendin’ all your time on the internet
Checkin up your wish list, things that you wanna get
Make a nigga pay for it, they ain't gotta wait for it
They just wanna fly you out, maybe bring a friend for ‘em
I can tell you over that, been through hell and back
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, you ain’t try to double back
Time to find some love for that, lay up and cuddle that
In the club gettin’ on, rather chill in bubble bath, parlayin'
And i know i ain't saying much
But you gotta learn to give trust
Even when it’s no trust, you gotta find some
Being young on your own it’s like the world against ya
I can bet I could preach that
Appreciate what I do for that
It’s more what I came from if you cater back
Lemme guide you, get inside you, style you
Is what I'm getting at

It’s hard for you
It’s too easy if it’s all for you
Anything that can ball for you
Don't wanna make it hard for you
When the sun rise, you be right there
Still shining like a star to ‘em
Everybody need love just pick up the phone, I’ll come through
And make it hard for you

 

[fox69]

"Hard In The Paint"

"Hard In The Paint"


Uh, I ain't never been cheap
I spend it all
Never made varsity, but I fucking ball
Fourteen? Fuck school I'm a rapper dog
Snapback boy, take that fucking fitted off!
Fall to their knees
Plead for their right to breathe
Lord please devour all my enemies!
That was Pac talkin'
Bitch now back up off me
I'm that yellow gold boss and you looking Boston
Walk the water if I could bitch I think I'm Moses
Tell them shut the fuck up! with all that commotion
Counting money get enough
Get a promotion
I'm sizzlin' up hotter than a bowl of momma porridge
Whole body covered in green like dinosaurs
Get me neck baby bend all your spinal cords
Uh, goofy ass goofy goofy
Tryin'a blend in like a mothafucka smoothie
Take a seat you fucking up the movie
I'm on the couch standing while you staring at the movement
Young Money bitch I do this!
Hand in the mind, both sides, one lie, two crimes other side don't fire
Fully dazed like a dream
I ain't moving bitch we groovin'
Rell said it's 5 Duece Hoover, fully trippin I could prove it (uh)
Switch blade where ma boot is
All that sweet talk leave a nigga to-toothless
Now u goofy
I'm a asshole
And ma car doofus
Mikey rock chucks like cool kids (bitch)
It so dangerous
Haters envy me cause they ang-ry
So if you want that beef
Then the bitch then I'm arranging it
More famous then these no name niggas that you hanging with
All my homies on like the cables is
Sa-Sa-Say go
Watch TV Tyga psycho
Don't play Tycho
50 tyson I'll bite you
No license, still drivin
Use to lease now I buy it
Ho cash blood diamonds
Niggas violent, babies crying
Mr nice guy (nice guy)
Come sell the product
I'm a nice guy (nice guy)
But I never went to college (hahaha)
Can't live long in the imagination
Don't compare to no basic
Bitch I'm better
Stop debatin' mothafucka
Mo-mothafucka

 

[fox69]

"Have It"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Kevin McCall)

"Have It"
(with Tyga)
(feat. Kevin McCall)



Ohhhhhh ohhhhhhh

I'm a I'm a I'm a... I'm a

[Verse: Chris Brown]
Now what u ladies tryna get in extra large magem is the only 1 I fit in
Open up your mouth baby I can be your dentist before I go to far let's go back to the begining
My paper your nigga shit be rented sucide doors and she died to get in they lookin at my stank
Cause they know I be shittin they try to kick me out cause they know I keep they women

[Chorus:]
Aye meet me outside ask yo girl what she think about minaj matter all day me plus u then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back [x2]
and sit that big o booty all up on my lap matter fact here go a stack private party and I don't know how 2 act
Shawty so come here girl cause I'm a lookin 4 a bad chick put your hands in the air if u a bad chick and gotta ask if she gonna let
Have it when she let me have it I'm a let her have it [x4]
daddy can u have it

[Verse: Tyga]
Uh, I pull up black man black posche red really make him mad hope yo ass in oh this yo 1st time ride let me hit the gas
Don't u play with me later or this will be your last I'm a rude rude nigga let me have it u got that big booty poking let me grab it
I'm something like the king fuck u on the mattress writing tats out my name on the dash and I smack it like

[Chorus:]
Aye meet me outside ask yo girl what she think about minaj matter all day me plus u then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back [x2]
and sit that big o booty all up on my lap matter fact here go a stack private party and I don't know how 2 act
Shawty so come here girl cause I'm a lookin 4 a bad chick put your hands in the air if u a bad chick and gotta ask if she gonna let
Have it when she let me have it I'm a let her have it [x4]
daddy can u have it

[Verse: Kevin McCall]
Uh uh uh
Now let me find out u'll let me blow your spine out sex game me make u call it time out quater till we can ronnie boo at my house
That pussy fat got me finnin like amy wine house if I give u 9 can I get that other 60 when it come to licky licky we can split it 50/50
Peanut butter skully have u comin in a jiffy damn skippy swallow my jewlary king driftty

[Chorus:]
Aye meet me outside ask yo girl what she think about minaj matter all day me plus u then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back [x2]
and sit that big o booty all up on my lap matter fact here go a stack private party and I don't know how 2 act
Shawty so come here girl cause I'm a lookin 4 a bad chick put your hands in the air if u a bad chick and gotta ask if she gonna let
Have it when she let me have it I'm a let her have it [x4]
daddy can u have it

 

[fox69]

"Heisman"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)

"Heisman"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)



[Honey Cocaine]
Bitch I'm Honey Cocaine bout to bring in some pain
All my haters like a choir they all singing my name
Ain't got a heart for a broad that's the rule of the game
Now you a fool if you aim, I'll put a tool to ya brain
I'm bout to get it, then spend it if I said it I meant it
Fuck your feelings, taste my weapons act like a bitch I'll erase yo blessings yo
You are not familiar with me if you comic in a move bitch your visitor is me

[Tyga]
Ahh, its that drop top Phantom chop all gold Rolly tock
Fuck yo fans, fuck a cop all my bitches betty bops
Betty boop tittys out gangsta shit punch you in yo mouth
Nigga I don't know what you talkin bout
Flossin now you need denist now auugh
Fuck around and Rodney King the beat 'bout that war like Vietnemese
Feeling froggy nigga leap, I'm that nigga, you obselete
I'm in the game you know P-T, R-E-C my swa-a-g
Only way you copying me nigga

[Honey Cocaine]
Asian bitch on another degree
Give me some space move off my place bitch I'm just trynna breathe
Now if you see me around your ways don't holla at me
I just cant waste all my time cause I be eating these beats
Listen you rats here just a count for me you ain't me homie you just act like me
Well you should watch your actions please cause there might be some casualties (auugh)
They about to witness it, last kings but I'm still on my queen shit (schwag)

[Tyga]
Aim at yo man brain just for saying I'm insane and yo girl give me neck
Hang man I ain't playing I never did lie lay around and open yo thighs
Nigga gone pop like fish gone fry, niggas talking greasy like the shit gone slide
Wow high 5 slap yo face, change yo disguise
I work hard for the money, money don't ever come in yo life
A bastard right when you lie everybody wanna be just like
Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes, young young ty T-Raww need a heisman

 

[fox69]

"Heisman (Part 2)"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)

"Heisman (Part 2)"
(feat. Honey Cocaine)



[Tyga]
Bitch, it's T-Raww, blood on my paws
Big booty chick back a nigga to the wall
Never get involved, murder every bar
Shit so illegal, get a green card
Different cars, different from y'all
I work hard, you work at the mall
Pass a bitch off like my nigga John Wall
Fuck her in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul
Yeah, bitch I do this shit
Colder than a motherfucking penguin lip
And my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, Lebron James and shit
Got heat super freak Rick James ya bitch, leave a stain and shit
On ya couch in ya house like brotherman
Hanging like Mr. Cooper hand, damn.

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]

[Honey Cocaine]
Yo, got a Asian bitch on my left side
Another Asian bitch, right, right side
They might send your ass off to the next side
Bitch hold your damn breath 'cause you might die
Got a group of bad bitches and I feel good
Oh you're hungry? Too bad 'cause my meal's good
And I shouldn't beat a broad, yet I still would
But I don't tryna be bad 'cause the deals good
Yeah, now look I got the urge to feed them off some doggy shit
Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and potent shit
Hold the bitch, just sold the bitch, fuck you pay me is what I told the bitch
You can't walk or talk, I own you bitch
Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest bitch (agh)

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]

[Tyga]
Well, running from the cop, boy born to kill
Hand me the lock, bring it to your front door, doorbell
Knock knock, who there? Houdini disappear
Got green, John Deere. More green, Paul Pierce
Amazing win shot, you my son, I adopt, dop dop
Pacman, that's for opening your mouth
Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarette now
Put the cigarette down, I'm the shit, loose bowels
Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud?
Nigga getting busy like I work downtown
On to the next if she don't fuck right now (right now)
Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down
What you niggas talking about?
Man I'm what your bitch is talking about
Two months then an album out
Careless world drop, pewm, then I'm out.

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]

[Honey Cocaine]
If a bitch fuck around, I might go off
My advice is you better get down to go
You came to shop at the mall, but I bought the stores
I got a box of jewels, I call it pot of gold
Call the cops to go, as my pockets grow
Get the chains and the rings and the watches, bro
And I boxed a slut, I just boxed a hoe
You tryna pass me bitch? It ain't possible, nah
Cool as fuck, I suggest you dress for the weather bitch
Is forever shit, whenever bitch
What's a whore to a queen? Whatever bitch!
I crop a kid, it's a hot to shit
Its some Gucci, Louis, fendi, Prada shit
Tell them eat a dick, you ain't not a bitch
Find me in the club where my partners is
(Schwagg, B-BITCH!)

[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]
(Bitch I'm The Shit)

 

[fox69]

"Hijack"
(feat. 2 Chainz)

"Hijack"
(feat. 2 Chainz)



[Hook: Tyga]
Pussy, money, - weed got all that
Nigga talk shit - get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed - got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch - call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch - call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed - got all that

[Verse 1: Tyga]
It's the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter
Money on my mind, bitch, I'm all about the mulah
Motherfucking beast, bitch, call me King Koopa
Got bitches like hooters
We ain't smoking that hookah
Big kush, paparazzi in the bush
Mobb Deep, now they shook, got a castle full of crooks
Hijack like the hook, all the bitches wanna fuck
I'm a good ass nigga, I don't need no luck
Good molly, partying in the after party
Pull up in the Rolls but I'm leaving in a red Rari
All my niggas getting money like shotties
Black mafia shit, young Gotti

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
If you believe in having sex say me too (me too)
I'm riding in my roof look see-through
I got fours on the big like pre-school
Marijuana, money and vagina
I got plaques on my walls, you got gingivitis
Still sell a brick like I won't retire
Hijack your bitch, steal your wife
Man my chopper go hyphy, you got your bitch in some Nikes
I got my bitch with some dykes and she saying she like it
We were down in Paris, keeping it Effin
And you'se was at home, keeping it tryphy

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Hit 'em Up"
(feat. Jadakiss & 2Pac)

"Hit 'em Up"
(feat. Jadakiss & 2Pac)



[Hook: Tyga]
I said fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

[Verse 1: Tyga]
T Raww go stay Westside, killa cat pillar,
No ceiling, probably worth 10 million
Poor nigga watch chilla, you ain't even gotta feel it
That's chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar
I sick my dogs at you, yeah
Then call the dog catcher, bitch
Spark the fire, no matches, yeah
So high just laughing, hah
Burners in the attic, they ain't know I had it
Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop the target
Driving backwards, I'm a hundred bill fanatic
Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage
Keep staring, rather die that nigga than live average, get you embarrassed
Thousand karats on my wheel let my kids inherit
Black card credit, told them I don't use debit
Nigga know that's my motto, I could do this shit forever so

[Hook: Tyga]
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, talkin get you hit up

Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
We don't rock with them niggas anyway, fuck them
We'd ever caught them in the hood, we'd a stuck them
Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen
We about that action, you ain't about nothin'
Girl of your dream, I already had her
If it ain't my team, it don't really matter
Short stay, I'm only in town for the figures
Even when I'm up, I'm still down for my niggas
Need nothing else, don't concern me or worry me
Nah, I'mma ride 'til they burn me or bury me
Cause the truth is, niggas die every day
Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly
I don't switch sides, I just switch rides
Might just get a little head, let the bitch slide
Knowing that I can, knowing that I will
Far as the other side go, you know how I feel

[Hook: Tyga]
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, talkin get you hit up

Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

[Verse 3: 2Pac & Tyga]
[2Pac]
You gotta watch your back
Stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt
Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels
[Tyga] Ain't got shit to lose
Gonna fuck up and bust young niggas with tools
[2Pac] The intricate designs of my lethal lines
[Tyga] Now time hard to find a job, easier to rob niggas
[2Pac] These days, motherfuckers talk shit
And turn snitch when you see 'em
They ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Westside
I keep a vest on my chest
Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book
[Tyga] But I don't give a fuck
Government got a nigga feelin' stuck
While these same little sluts gettin' fucked
For a quick buck
Weed make my mind roam
[2Pac] All alone, ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked
I can't take it
Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
I thought you knew
Get loaded, can't control it
Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
[Tyga] Then smoke it, sippin
[2Pac] Hennessy
[Tyga] Plottin' on my enemies
'Comin back twice as hard
Like, remember me
[2Pac] My hustle to my dyin' days
[Tyga] Niggas dyin' every day
And we celebrate with pain
Pourin' champagne
Drink politics, they wanna join my campaign
Worldwide, LA niggas screaming
[2Pac] Westside

[Hook: Tyga]
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, talkin get you hit up

Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up

 

[fox69]

"Holla @ Me"
(with Tyga)

"Holla @ Me"
(with Tyga)



[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Uh, Boom, Boom
We ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition call me Mr. broom
Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer
One more drink for these niggas and it's over
'Cause I'm a strike that something like a cobra
I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner
And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner
Ha, Nigga look at my jewels
Aviator shades I ain't lookin' at you
Achoo, bless me twice
Be a rich nigga I be shittin' on your life
Magazine covers, Magnem rubbers
I mean Magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers
Niggas want Drama, Gangsta Grill bastards
Did you check the caption lights camera action

[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]
I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown]
A nigga beat, beat
And shawty toot, toot
Blowin' out their brains, car need a new roof
Lookin' like a superstar, when I roll through
And shawty I'm the truth, so mama what it do
Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'
When we dippin' to my hideout
Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle
Only fuckin' with them A-listin' models
Now let's get it like
Low did it, if you done it
Then I did it
If you kick it
Then I'm with it
We can do this shit all night
Your minute don't compare to my limit
When I'm in it and I get it
I'm a give it to you all night
I'm the shit, yeah I go hard
Don't stand in lines nigga I bogart
Fat boy celebrity 'cause I'm so large
And don't need no battery cause I'm in charge

[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]
I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

[Verse 3 - Tyga]
I'm hot motherfucker, get a plate bitch
Don't say shit, get your face lift
Rozay bitch let the champagne drip
Niggas swag jack, but this L.A. shit
Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout shit
Snap back them ain't even rare where the tag a what
Wack ass all up in my ear bitch bag back
I bag bad bitches motherfucker Kat Stacks
Yellow nigga, no cabs
Got the phantom out, no mats
Get your camera out uh, one flash
Hot beams steady shot clap your ass
Aw, T. raw I'm so uh
Loc's on, chucks low, black beanie dog
Patron top wash straight from the liquor store
I'm turned up I can't feel my face so

[Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown]
Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3]
I'm turned up, I'm super turned up [x2]
[repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Hollywood Niggaz"

"Hollywood Niggaz"


I heard niggas say numbers from the sideline, nice try
Can't see you niggas anyway, two bitches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of shit, shit to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a fuck what a magazine say, get off my dick
That's the tip, mhm

I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me
Don't leave your bitch alone in the room with me
Tying rope, comatose in a coma, homie
Little little homie bigger than your biggest homie
Rich Homie Quan told me just get richer homie
So I'ma keep making millions, independent homie
The money greener than the reefer, Wiz Khalifa showed me
I'm up in London smoking skunky with some (real niggas only)

I heard niggas say numbers from the sideline, nice try
Can't see you niggas anyway, two bitches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of shit, shit to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a fuck what a magazine say, get off my dick
That's the tip, mhm

[Hook:]
I don't fuck with no broke bitches
I don't fuck with no Hollywood niggas
I don't fuck with no gold diggers
Only fuck if she dope, nigga

I don’t drive no Honda nigga, only fuck with foreign wheels
I don’t drive the speed limit nigga, always drive with my windows tinted
I don’t fuck with no petty change, I only fuck with them big faces
I don’t fuck with no right lanes, Cuban chains Rolex faces
I don't fuck with no ratchet bitches, Maybach, two classic bitches
I don't turn up on your time, Tina Turner she smacking bitches
Bitches change like February, I don't dress like Tyler Perry
I don't wear no button up, fuck that even if she married
Pussy all in my vocabulary, she suck it wet like an aqaur'
I don't fuck with no librarians, shy bitches and talking parakeets
I don't fuck with no broke bitches, I don't fuck with no petty niggas
I don't listen to none of these bitches, only fuck with my money nigga

I heard niggas say numbers from the sideline, nice try
Can't see you niggas anyway, two bitches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of shit, shit to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a fuck what a magazine say, get off my dick
That's the tip, mhm

[Hook x2:]
I don't fuck with no broke bitches
I don't fuck with no Hollywood niggas
I don't fuck with no gold diggers
Only fuck if she dope, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Hookah"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Hookah"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Hook x4 - Young Thug:]
Baby pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass the hookah
Pass the hookah

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Tearing up the place
I'm a rich nigga got chanel on my waist
Run up on me playin I'm a 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 bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man I said I need some space (woop woop woop)
My new car get geeked up
I just paid a cop, now I'm running out of court
Panoramic top, I'm a put it on the rocks
Crawl, walk and hop, got all these bitches shocked
Stone molly whiter than my socks
I don't, I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap
Clowning you niggas I see you flop
I buy pints by the 2 no Pac

[Hook x7 - Young Thug]

[Verse 2 - Tyga:]
Rubbin on my chain blowing cloudmatic
Smoke something with a G and bend that ass backwards
Lay back relax and talk mathematics
Later on we test a little sex 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 pass back if the shit 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 em bitches 'mmm fuck that'
You wanna lay in bed I got a magic carpet for that ass yes
I'm also on one
Got two Olsen's on me
Big homie
Young Thugger Thugger rolling
Rolls Royce so shorty

[Hook x7 - Young Thug]

[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
Pass baby
Welcome to rich class 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
Body shape, figure 8 like Picasso 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 x7 - Young Thug]