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(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 b-tch [Verse 1: Tyga] Snap back chiller Gold chain n-gga [? ] no tigger, tyga b-tches Hundred proof liquor[? ] Live no liver There's hoes on this muthaf-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, Leo's 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 don't get in between, my goal be to win Young money heisman rookies of the year [Chorus] Songtexte[Verse 2: Tyga] Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm 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 ain't finna slow down, keep running your mouth I'm running the real estate, party in the f-cking house My n-ggas is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down [DJ TAGS] I run town all day 24 miles 150 on the dash can't even count Keep f-cking b-tch, ain't sh-t to talk about [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Be-best Rapper C.E.O. Fine as wine flow Pinot Grigio N-ggas can't f-ck with me Leave the bitches, 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 I'm a Libra like put that on a scale New Orleans n-gga with my dick 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 bitch and you ain't even got cha flight plan I'm on it... I'm on it... Tuneche!... yea... SooWoo... Soo Woo Trill Hahahaha, Yeaaa Aus Songtexte Mania