Okay now ladies. (YEAAAAH?) If you know you bad (YEAAAAH?). Don't need no man, got yo' own bands, put up yo' hands. If you a top notch bitch (Woo!), lemme hear you holla (Woo!).
Same... play... mother fucker hated.... Hated misery so I keep my company gone. Six blondes, no bras, back in the .... .get served while.... Sick world living in, pissing in the world pool.
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring,. Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring,. gold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch. nigga nigga nigga don't believe me G watch,.
95 like dat. 95 like dat. 95 like dat. 95. . 95 stylin, straight shots, gold medallion. Put your number on this paper, promise I'mma dial it. Cute college chick, daddy was a doctor.
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring,. Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring,. gold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch. nigga nigga nigga don't believe me G watch,.
T-raww, fuck y'all, money tall, dick large. Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon. Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul. Walking on the marble floor, take your fucking shoes off.
Cry little sister. Thou shall not fall. Come, come to your brother. Thou shall not fly. . This for my dawgs out here goin' crazy. This for my dawgs out here goin' crazy.
*Skit*. . I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich. 40 mill with some acres, makeup for my bitch. I don't fuck with these niggas, stop pretending and shit.
You, you my only one. You my number one. You a one of one. I wanna go one on one with you. One on one, and I want you to want me too. You a one of one.
[Verse 1: Tyga]. Let's play black car, Black Audemar. For the love of money, I'm a die hard. Fucking role model, tell these bitches, play your part. I blew up off one tape.
Dial up seven digits. Car stripper, trife livin. Show you what I'm paid but you won't get it. Already spent it, hundred thou? 16?. Make you feel like the richest No! (niggas).
[Lil Wayne:]. (Let my lil niggaz holla at ya'll t.y.g.a yung mulah baby). . [Verse 1: Tyga]. Da color on da beat trick or treat all my bitches give like halloween pussy fiend savior every flavor lik jelly beans who it be candyman say my fuckin name in three Tyga... Tyga Tyga Tyga man gotta remember me father of my team no nothin other den ballin niggas talk sweet to dey head lik an almond knots on ya bald head knots in my pockets dem b da old days now it's in deposits for da love of money like da ojs in da 20's fuckin yung money getting every dollar junkies a dozen brothers how must it feel as a mother of ya lil pumkin bitch gettin smashed niggas takin numbers so many in line u could probably u would will die dis black friday nigga sales over bitches boat full of benjis sell it to da fijes me I'm neva empty I free da gently I spin it dat a risk fact a limp back gold medals on my skinny skin color money.
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You wanna see some ass. I wanna see some cash. Keep them dollars comin'. And that's gonna make me dance. And that's gonna make me dance. And that's gonna make me dance.
On TV of course I am the man,. Comcast follow me like twitter with them legs,. Cause I can make you famous like a giant in japan,. She told she a fan with model friends they from france,.
It's breaktime these kids is caught like Dateline. Deep fine abletorate if you dare to take mine. Jena si we don't give a fuck color us eyes guys. Women children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind.
Yeah. They tryna put another scandal on me. They tryna get a better handle on me. They hate the way a nigga swaggin' on 'em. All this Cartier and Chanel I'm rockin'.
Bitch I'm the shit. . Bitch I'm the shit. Bitch I'm the shit. I ain't worried bout shit. Bitch I'm the shit. Bitch I'm the shit. I'm on my own shit. You don't see my outfit, bitch I'm.
[Chrous]. Yeah I know when you're outside, I could feel the temperature rise. Yeah I know when you're outside, I could feel the temperature rise. The temperature, temperature.
Ayy, check it out, baby. See, look here for one second, he wanna holla at you. Who is your dawg. Trae. Hell Naw, I don't wanna holla at no motherfucker tricky he all over there smelling like bookie, Hennessy and shit, hell naw.