(feat. Lil Wayne)




[Tyga]

I'm on it, I'm on it

I'm on it, I'm on it

If we talkin' bout money bitch



[Tyga - Verse 1]

Snap back chiller

gold chain nigga

snaps no tigger, tyga bitches

hundred proof liquor

live no liver

theres hoes on this muthafucking strip, stripping

a nigga no different

so we hold the heat though

smash on the bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 fucking house

my niggas is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down

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I run town all day 24 miles

150 on the dash can't even count

keep fucking bitch, ain't shit to talk about



[Chorus]



[Lil Wayne]

Be-best Rapper C.E.O.

Fine as wine flow

Pinot Grigio

Niggas cant fuck with me

Leave the bitches, need the hoes

Life is a motherfucker gamble, Peter Rose

Momma taught me well, Kush and the L

Paper everywhere like books just fell

More money to make, More pussy to smell

Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale

New Orleans nigga with my dick up in my right hand

Young Money nigga 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

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