(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]



[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

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