Im on it, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
If we talkin bout money b-tch
(Tyga - Verse 1)
Snap back chiller
gold chain n-gga
stripes no tigger, tyga b-tches
hundred proof liquor
live no liver
theres hoes on this m****f-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, Leos
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 dont get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year
(Chorus)
(Tyga - Verse 2)
Raise hell boy hell yeah Im 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 aint finna slow down, keep running your mouth
Im running the real estate, party in the f-cking house
my n-ggas is loud in the lobby they cant turn us down
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash cant even count
keep f-cking b-tch, aint 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 b******,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 d*** 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 b**** and you aint even got cha flight plan
Im on it..Im on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWooSoo Woo Trill
hahahaha,
yeaaa
Im on it, Im on it
If we talkin bout money b-tch
(Tyga - Verse 1)
Snap back chiller
gold chain n-gga
stripes no tigger, tyga b-tches
hundred proof liquor
live no liver
theres hoes on this m****f-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, Leos
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 dont get in between, my goal be to win
young money heisman rookies of the year
(Chorus)
(Tyga - Verse 2)
Raise hell boy hell yeah Im 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 aint finna slow down, keep running your mouth
Im running the real estate, party in the f-cking house
my n-ggas is loud in the lobby they cant turn us down
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash cant even count
keep f-cking b-tch, aint 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 b******,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 d*** 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 b**** and you aint even got cha flight plan
Im on it..Im on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWooSoo Woo Trill
hahahaha,
yeaaa