Tyga - In This Thang Lyrics

In This Thang Lyrics - Tyga

T-Many
Drive young bitches crazy
You know the motto
Fuck you, boy pay me

Ball Mainin,
Belt cost 1280,
Kick a bitch'
Out if she acting full dazy
Had a bitch, went to polly
Call her my beach baby,
I'm fucking her every night,
She be, she be calling it dating
You kiss her face and you basic,
She always faking,
I give her real orgasms,
Ovulations

Uhh,
This the type of shit,
They calling amazing,
Baseline, drop, guncock back Troy Aiken
Ay, nigga don't be stealing my swag,
It's to late ain't it,
I'm a dog, shhh
Lady & the tramp baby
All Gucci though
Knock em down like a domino,
Bringin it to your front door,
Domeshot, PorchFloor
Too many bitches
I don't give them
Names Jane Doe
Man you niggas Rainbow
All My Niggas Rambo

Shh, Chillin Tropic
Niggas give me pound
I'm a trending Topic
Err Mask, ummhmm
Fendi Wallet
Get you 40 for some dollars
Don't get out of pocket


[x2:]
Bitch I'm In This
Thang [x4]
But bitch I'm in This
Thang [x4]
I'm in this thang, but bitches going down, down [x2]

Fingers in the air,
Niggas gonna start banging
Throwing money to the birds
Put em in their cages
Niggas wild
Can't tell me with a gas chamber
Deep dish rims,
Lips like Tapanga
On my two busy shit
For you call me later,
If I was a bum I'd give you nun,
Like the church ladies,
It's aggravating
Niggas, fucking up my aviaton
Flyer than most,
Trying not to boast,
But niggas debating
Uh, and the broads gonna follow,
My nigga Wale told me pop my collar,
Chain so gotti,
They though we was gotti brothers
Two twin bitches,
My nigga fucked the other

Shh, Chillin Tropic
Niggas give me pound
I'm a trending Topic
Err Mask, Hmm
Fendi Wallet
Get you 40 for some dollars
Don't get out of pocket

[x2:]
Bitch I'm In This
Thang [x4]
But bitch I'm in This
Thang [x4]
I'm in this thang, but bitches going down, down [x2]

Uhh, yeah
T-Raw
Bitch I'm the shit
You know me,
Ahh
Ahh
Fuck it, Fuck it

[x2:]
Bitch I'm In This
Thang [x4]
But bitch I'm in This
Thang [x4]
I'm in this thang, but bitches going down, down [x2]

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TYGA – POTTY MOUTH LYRICS (FEAT. BUSTA RHYMES)

TYGA – POTTY MOUTH LYRICS (FEAT. BUSTA RHYMES)

One shot bomb the clock
Bitches jumping on my dick
Hopping like it’s hopscotch
Booty pop
My bitch don’t wear that she probably ass shots
I don’t give a fuck
I fuck them all till they’re pussy ouch
Potty mouth ouchie while he bang bang in her mouth
Once a fucking-pon a time had your bitch inside my house
Cooking, greasing, riding dick
Sweat sheet up back she fool ‘round
Pop that pussy
Now let me see you do-do brown
I wanna rock
I wanna rock
Till these bitches niggers is their time of the month
Time of the month
Niggers wanna be what I eat
That shit E E everything well done
I’m so far in the clouds I can barely hear
All that shit you rocking boy
That was last year
Go tear
Niggers tear my style like a stop dear
Pump fear till you bitches heart … what out the beer
Man all these lil’ niggers weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king

I get money
I make money
I take money
Them bitches wanna fuck me
Cause I’m
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m will whatever man
I do it do it better
Took two more shots then I’m out
I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m will whatever man
I do it do it better

Man I fucked you dame and now she’s mine
To lock hoot but the pussy in my pond
She put … make a grown man cry
Selling bullshit I don’t pay you no money
But what’s your sign?
Gemini? Scorpio? Let me fuck from behind
However you want it baby
Like the blonds blonds
And close your eyes
Real nigger doe
Real nigger doe
Got a freak bitch and they be up in me on doe
Came in the door, kick in the door
Waving the 4-4 put one one in your blow hole
Man your paper thing
You need to text them notes
Niggers steal my lines to say
They don’t think I got a new quote
I’m fresh out the boat
Nigger let’s toast
Young money real
Your shit just a hoax
Made up fairytale
Busy on the flow
Why would lie?
Forever and over I’m
So fucking frustrated with your lady
Get a flighter send her home
Man my love is all so tainted
If you fine you might get diamonds
If you a … you might get nothing
I’m a monster straight from the marsh pit
Rock you like Nirvana
Man I’d be off the throne like it’s a holiday
Fuck them with the finer things
Pull up on your bitch and say

I get money
I make money
I take money
Them bitches wanna fuck me
Cause I’m
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m will whatever man
I do it do it better
Took two more shots then I’m out
I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m will whatever man
I do it do it better

Man I fucked your …
Young D I’m freshest nigger on the lot-o
Better man up this about to go …
…
…
Let the rain fill their mouths
Around my kingdom carved
When you see the star
Pledge allegiance
I’m a legend leave I’m screaming screaming
Drip dreaming just to get by
Face so fly
Why you so high?

Took two more shots then I’m out
I’m a motherfucker and I got a potty mouth
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m will whatever man
I do it do it better
All bad bitches in my house house
I’m a motherfucker
Fuck her then I kick her out
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever
I’m ‘bout whatever man
I do it do it better

Cannibal
I eat you raw meat
I’m draw with beats
So scavenger with it
Nigger look like George McFee
You don’t want it bitch?
Y’all niggers know
… tell me what you want
Listen close …
Get ugly when a motherfucker come through
Excuse me bitch
…
That movie shit
… vomit speak
You think it’s already new?
See I’ma fly you niggers
And I’ll might end up in another city
Gonna fight until they get there
Buy them and getting greedy
See the time and now a nigger climb another millie
Then we shine until the nigger blind
I’m rapping till it kills me
Forth and back

Busta Rhymes

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Tyga Ft. J. Cole – Let It Show Lyrics

Tyga Ft. J. Cole – Let It Show Lyrics

One my ..overload i still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
even if i’m broke i’m still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
i still won’t let it show

nigga walk in my life feel like i’m running through a real life
don’t believe what the..right
mother f*ckers when they call me so they call me mike
i’m just chillin watching the fight
if your friends girls hold me some mice
table glass slipping all over the blunt
never been shocked i just ignored..
take a look at the..eyes
i relove but in hate the real bomb
so now my face gone had me my space and now i do..
serious look at my face look
how could a man crow how i ..look
’cause you walk with me even if i give my foot
did you think you could

one my ..overload i still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
even if i’m broke i’m still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
i still won’t let it show

one my ..overload i still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
even if i’m broke i’m still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
i still won’t let it show

i don’t wanna feel like most rappers feel
when they get deal like young bigger than him
he still loco gotta keep it real ’cause the..loco
like i owe you no i hope you
watch them niggas close to you
but don’t compare.. in his fools
i can act like knew you..

dropped out like i said i knew a fool
..now me and mama..
told her i won’t lose
show her a jimmy chu
she probably sun..and probably..
aha oh what a feeling to be loved
oh what feeling to be loved
i wish i could fly like a dog

one my ..overload i still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
even if i’m broke i’m still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
i still won’t let it show

one my ..overload i still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
even if i’m broke i’m still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
i still won’t let it show

the people will never forget how you ..
because it happen scream for the hit
so i said to my girl and played to the world
my life changed ..on the beach hope they ain’t ..
obama do is ..figure change oh nigga don’t trip
oh shit when they have i survive and a nigga and still..

one my ..overload i still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
even if i’m broke i’m still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
i still won’t let it show

one my ..overload i still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
even if i’m broke i’m still won’t let it show,
i still won’t let it show
i still won’t let it show

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Tyga - Rack City Lyrics

Tyga - Rack City Lyrics

[Intro]
Rack rack city bitch [repeat]
Mugga on the beat

[Verse 1]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch
100 deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don’t know who you fucking wit?
Got my other bitch fucking wit my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain’t celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain’t selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold leather man last king killing shit
Young money young money yeah we getting rich
Get ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is

[Hook x2]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Verse 2]
I’mma motherfucking star (star)
Look at the paint on the car (car)
Too much rim make the ride too hard
Tell that bitch hop out, walk the boulevard
I need my money pronto
Get it in the morning like Alonzo
Rondo, Green got cheese like a nacho
If you ain’t got no ass bitch wear a poncho
Head hancho got my seat back
Nigga staring at me don’t get bapped
Got my shirt off the club too packed
It’s too turned going up like gas
God damn pulled out my racks
Mike Mike Jackson nigga yeah I’m bad
Rat T-T-T-Tatted up on my back
All the hoes love me you know what it is

[Hook x2]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifties bitch

[Outro x2]
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunnids hunnids
Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch
Hunnids hunnids
Throwing hunndids hunnids
Hunnids hunnids
Rack city bitch rack rack city bitch

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I'm Done Lyrics - TYGA

I'm Done Lyrics - TYGA

How you gon hate on me in the club? Nigga I ain't even in the club! Haha

[Verse 1:]
Killa nigga, last king roll up on 'em in a Bentley
Motherfucka, gorilla, go getter, hoe getter
Hoe nigga better hold yours nigga
I'm sick, throw up, throw up this liquor
Mo' money I got it
Bitches ain't problems not to me
Yeah they bout it, Master P so many albums on release
Shit in my closet, Louboutan and bloody bottoms
Bitches spot em yeah I'm stylin
Tyga pilot, fly no mileage yeah I put them bitches on it
California man, gold on my license plate
Ladies' man, baby I know what them bitches like

[Chorus:]
Little mic, mike n ikes, candy color cover ice
Outta sight, outta mind
She gon spend the night but don't waste my time
I'm 2 miles away from the Hollywood sign
King of the hill nigga don't look down
Probably at Polo house right now
All these bitches on the prowl

[Verse 2:]
Look at my flow look at my eyes
Tell me what you see don't lie
Mo'fuckin G R to the E A to the T EST
Last king look at my ring tell that bitch get off my thing
My girl ain't here and she off that drink
I'm off that mink
Fur murder swervin' make the jet ski do a hurdle
You's a motherfuckin turtle knock you down like Berto
Straps on my side like Urkle, boy I'll hurt you
Turn your face purple
Niggas wanna talk but your convo worthless
These converse yeah all black chuckers
I'm that nigga, you just a nigga
One more year, yeah I'm a be bigger
Don't call me Tigga, jack the ripper
Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner
I'm done!

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Down Low Lyrics - Travis Porter Ft Tyga

Down Low Lyrics Travis Porter Ft Tyga

[Chorus]
I said I like the way she take it down low
she put her hands on her knees and grind slow
she say she workin but she get off 'round 4
I let her hit the weed, baby let yo mind go

[Chorus - Tyga]
down low down low

I like it when she take it down low, down low
real strippers only do it down low, down low
baby take it off down low, down low
then drop it to the flo'

you wanna f-ck wit' her you gotta bring yo A game
My portna tried to f-ck her, she told him the same thang
she work at Magic City all about her change mane
she like that freaky shit so we goin do a train mane

she dancin' like she aint never danced, and I aint finna stop her
she get it from her momma, so momma a pussy popper
same wit' Nicole and Sasha, all of her sisters strippers
family reunion at aunties and Im servin all for dinner

[Chorus]
I said I like the way she take it down low
she put her hands on her knees and grind slow
she say she workin but she get off 'round 4

I let her hit the weed, baby let yo mind go

[Chorus - Tyga]
down low down low
I like it when she take it down low, down low
real strippers only do it down low, down low
baby take it off down low, down low
then drop it to the flo'

[Tyga]

uh 100 rainin'
big titty hangin'
same ol' stripper pop that pussy on my table
I need more bottles lady,
some Nuvo and some Rose
Young Money in this b-tch go and tell the DJ
Aw, I swear she hit that pole like a field goal
and I just kicked that sex game like a nympho
she f-ckin underrated, I fuck her till she fainted

one night like in Vegas, I make that b-tch look famous
uh, so let yo hair down, ready to roll
pick you up around 4, and yo n-gga aint gotta know
we creepin' 'round here we goin' hit that corner store
let me get that magnum on that hoe
Ima call her what she want, thats my side b-tch
always play the game
she dont f-ck promoters all them n-ggas lame
I take her to my kingdom, on that king mattress she lay

Ima a Last King, put my jewels on yo face

[Chorus]
I said I like the way she take it down low
she put her hands on her knees and grind slow
she say she workin but she get off 'round 4
I let her hit the weed, baby let yo mind go

[Chorus - Tyga]
down low down low

I like it when she take it down low, down low
real stripper only do it down low, down low
baby take it off down low, down low
then drop it to the flo'

girl you lookin' good
I love the way movin'
bend it over hit the flo' and put your back into it
it go left cheek, right cheek Ooh thats hot she do it

I asked her what her name?
she said "boy I though you knew it"
well it must've slipped mind
but you look willing and able
and you look like a stallion Ima add you to my stable
she take it to the flo' she aint coming up for air
'cause she like it down low while she shakes her derrier

I said I like it when she droppin' it low
I told her hit me up as soon as she's ready to go
then she said around 4, baby just let me know
you keep on starin' at me like yo ass is ready to go
lets go shit, but that aint it, no
that aint all, as soon as she hit the crib
1st thing she did was drop her drawls
and yea she very pretty, met her at magic city

[Chorus]
I said I like the way she take it down low
she put her hands on her knees and grind slow
she say she workin but she get off 'round 4
I let her hit the weed, baby let yo mind go

[Chorus - Tyga]
down low down low
I like it when she take it down low, down low
real stripper only do it down low, down low

baby take it off down low, down low
then drop it to the flo'

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Tyga – Get Big Lyrics

Tyga – Get Big Lyrics

Uh
Young Money (w-w-well done)
O-o-o-kay
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart hard to love easier to hate me
Okayyy
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart, hard to love, easier to hate me
I f-cking hate clowns kill em like Jason
Burner, yea I Pac-trick like Swayze
Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani
I rep California but not like Katy
Perry Middle school ghetto girls used to chase me
Now I’m big now they with me on the Ricther Scale baby
Put ya hands down f-ck opponents and opinions
All the girls love me wrap my dick with a ribbon
Yeah im all business when im chillin we can kick it
My shoes are armadillos Louis Vuitton’n on you n-ggas
Spizzikes, Jays, Airwalkin on the flizzy
Gettin’ head tight when ya high off in the Skizzy
Attendant say im tripping
You don’t hear the captain speaking
I ball all week bitch you barely get weekends
Every show sold, promote it on twitter
Fresher than a baby got her standing the acryllic
Souvenir this motherf-cker high school yea they did it
Best dressed ahhwww n-ggas ain’t ahhhww shit to me
Dear Lord bring the Epiphany
Then let it rain hell flames on my enemies
Don’t be gettin caught where you shouldn’t be
Everything ain’t a house party with the silly strings
bring the b-b-beat the beat to the white meat
You n-ggas can’t see me like mice feet
Head sprung one dose of me’ll have your mind gone
chaser with some blue ciroc now you in the cyclone
Lost in the ozone ain’t you baby
100 things to do before you die lemme show you baby
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in a day
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in ya face N-gga

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Tyga Black and Yellow Lyrics

Tyga Black and Yellow Lyrics

I live a better life
Catch me out, Every night
Meet her once, Maybe Skype
Plus I only f-ck them twice
Only rules that apply
We don’t cuff them, Let them fly
If she think there’s better things
That bitch in for a surprise
Light a candle, Prayer vigil
Another rapper dies
Trying to steal my flow
Must have thought I was blind
I see your videos
Youtube’n’ lil hoes
Bitch ain’t even Georgia code
That’s your girl, I ain’t know
Watching Belly on the iTunes
N-ggas barely on iTunes
Only moment is if I’m featured on it
I heard his rumors when I’m in the room
Just cuz a man starving
Don’t mean he eat and drink the same water
Motha f-ckas got social problems
Online got ya feeling brave, Don’t it
I’m paid homie
F-ck the myths, I’m the sh-t
Lyrical I can get
But what’s the sense
When it’s for cents, Double dollars
With a hit, Stop the bull shit
No cows walking, But she stupid thick
Ass like a donkey, Shout out Wiz
But I don’t smoke
But you could still watch the Benz roll up, Hoe

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind at all times
And it’s time for more
Looking at my watch
Oh it’s the perpetual
Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe

Rolli on my arm, What it cost man
New deposit came in, Another 100 grand
The end is near, The bible says it is
So I’ma rep Young Money till the f-cking end

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind
Oh it’s the perpetual
Don’t touch it hoe

Rolli on my arm, what it cost man
New deposit came in, Another 100 grand
The end is near, The bible says it is
So I’ma rep Young Money till the f-cking end

Models on my phone
Super models at my show
Money on my mind at all times
And it’s time for more
Looking at my watch
Oh it’s the perpetual
Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe
But don’t touch it hoe

Like what you see
But don’t touch it hoe

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Ain’t Thinkin Bout You Lyrics: Chris Brown & Tyga

Ain’t Thinkin Bout You Lyrics: Chris Brown & Tyga

[Intro:]
Yea (On Tonight)
It’s Like I Can’t Let You Go (On Tonight)
But I Got To (On Tonight)
I’m a Change It Up A Lil Bit, I’m a Do It Like This

[Verse: Chris Brown]
We Been Together For A Minute
Now It Feels Funny To Be Doing Something Different
But It’s All Good, Me And You Finished
She Gotta Ball Player, But A Nxgga Ain’t Tripping
And I Ain’t Saying That He Don’t Love You
But I Don’t Think He Love You Like I Do
But It’s Okay, It’s Alright
My Blackberry Filled With A Whole Bunch Of Women
Wasting Time, Steady Tryna Get You Back
Get You Back In My Life
Yea You Don’t Care, You Don’t Care
It Used To Be You That I Like But I’m a Do What I Like
Tonight, I’m Goin Get Tipsy
Over Twenty One, All The Girls Have Fun
And Watch The Ladies Jump On Me

[Chorus:]
I’m Not Looking For Love, Cause She’s Gone
So Tell All The Girls That The Bottles On Us
Get Your Drink On
I Just Wanna Have A Good Time And Keep You Off My Mind
Find A Lil Shawty I Like
Girl When I’m Up In The Club, Really Turnt Up
I Ain’t Goin Think About You (Na Na Na Na)
(Aye Aye Aye) Ain’t Thinking About You Tonight (Night Night Night)

[Verse: Bow Wow]
You Got The Wrong One, If You Think I Ain’t Gonna Go Out
You Used To Be The Only Girl A Nxgga Would Think About
I Gotta Couple Of Girls On Call, I’m a Bring Em Out
A Magic City Stripper, Hunh, So This Is What It’s All About
I’m The Club Doing My Two Steps
I Done Pulled About Eight Broads Already
I’m Just Getting My Feet Wet (Damn)
But I Ain’t Even Knocking Your Style
See I Be Here All Day Tryna Count How Many Girls Want Bow
Yea I See You On The Blogs With Your Dude And All That
But Little Do You Know, You Making Yourself Look Wack
If Dude Gotta Problem, Better Tell Him To Fall Back
I’m Blowing Real Big In VIP, Yea That Loud Pack
Shxt It’s Me And Chris In Here, So You Know It’s Real Thick In Here
Better Cuff Your Girl Because Your Bxtch In Here
Tryna See How Many I Can Fit In My Lambo
I Never Go Raw, Stay Strapped Like Rambo

[Chorus:]
I’m Not Looking For Love, Cause She’s Gone
So Tell All The Girls That The Bottles On Us
Get Your Drink On
I Just Wanna Have A Good Time And Keep You Off My Mind
Find A Lil Shawty I Like
Girl When I’m Up In The Club, Really Turnt Up
I Ain’t Goin Think About You (Na Na Na Na)
(Aye Aye Aye) Ain’t Thinking About You Tonight (Night Night Night)

[Chris Brown:]
Shawty Wassup
I’m Bad (Bad)
All The Girls In The Club (Got Damn You Sexy)
You Sexy, Got Damn You Sexy
Oh You Sexy, Ohhhhhh

[Chorus:]
I’m Not Looking For Love, Cause She’s Gone
So Tell All The Girls That The Bottles On Us
Get Your Drink On
I Just Wanna Have A Good Time And Keep You Off My Mind
Find A Lil Shawty I Like
Girl When I’m Up In The Club, Really Turnt Up
I Ain’t Goin Think About You (Na Na Na Na)
(Aye Aye Aye) Ain’t Thinking About You Tonight (Night Night Night)

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I’m On It (Remix) Lyrics: Tyga

I’m On It (Remix) Lyrics: Tyga

(DJ Khaled)
Ayo Tyga,
This the remix
Young money, cash money, lets go

(Tyga)
Snap back chin up, gold chain n-gga
it’s the remix n-gga

(Trina)
I’m on it like fish, (?) hot ice spill it
circumcised with the money, skin back, peel it
don’t scissor dance, that look don’t fit me
my tongues worth fighting, Madonna, Britney
covered in this money, I swear we was f-cking
gimme good pounds, no in course lovin’
I’m just blowing money fast, do it just like (?)
I’m the baddest bitch, young money, excited

(Too Short)
I love the expression on the face of a hater
mad at the way I chase paper
you can hate a pimp and try to stop the show
don’t talk about a hoe if you aint got no dough
I’m slick, the way I get the game about a chick
if it aint about money b-tch it aint about sh-t
you can give it to me, or we can get it together
kick the p-ssy, cause I can hit it whenever
I think it’s lame when you’re f-cking for free
but things gon’ change when you’re f-cking with me
I aint wanna say it when you’re bumping the beat
Short Dog will have you humping the sheets
bitch!

(Tyga)
Yeah, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
if you talking bout money bitch

(Maino)
N-ggas know that Brooklyn, bullsh-t I’m on it
cash money millions, damn right I want it
diamonds on my neck, glitted up, yeah I’m flaunting
pull up in that V, never seen what you call it
homie, I’m a beast, n-ggas fear me like the Lochness
ask about me, girl my reputation’s spotless
certified grind with the mind of a shooter
rollin’ in them trucks, big guns yeah bazooka’s
caught up in that life though, women in my life know
charged up like I took a couple shots of nitro
sh-ts different colours like candy assorted
talking bout money, you already know I’m on it

(Cam’ron)
yeah, I cook it up
you aint cooking me
look at you, now look at me
me, I’m top down with the AC
Vegas, you still playing AC (damn)
I’m Varsity, you still playing Jay-V
ay, your jewelery you still paying Macy’s (weirdo)
if he say that he know me, he lying hun
and I play with a band, a diamond one

(Tyga)
Yeah, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
if you talking bout money bitch

(Nipsey Hussle)
Look, I’m in G-R-I-N-D mode
on a scale of 1 to 10 my mic check is three fours
I rock my own brand so I don’t ever need clothes
and me and tyga, tyga running laps around these hoes
I party every night cause I get paid to do shows
and I can f-ck off a rack on one tack and two songs
I used to gang bang but now I just gain dough
so if money is the topic, it’s a go
Hussle!

(Tyga)
Ahh, n-ggas aint sh-t these days
friend or foe muthaf-cker he real, she fake
cheques coming in, Cash it like Clay
new car sweet taste, colour cream brulay, ahh
pay more for the Leroy glow
girls think it’s all the same
the f-cking broke boys know
put myself up on game
now my game gon swole
Young Money World Tour
now my team on ‘roid’s
Rolls Royce baby, I’m on it

(Tyga – Chorus)
Im on it, Im on it
Im on it, Im on it
if you talking bout money bitch

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Tyga Moving Too Fast Lyrics

Tyga Moving Too Fast Lyrics

Uh, Sneak peek through the window pane.
Girls all aboard, this Young Money train.
Ever since fame,
Shit’ll never be the same.
The world want a show,
So I’ma be the stage.
Dim the lights,
Listen to what I’m gone say.
Gotta fan base nigga,
Fuck what a hater say.
They sleep all day,
I’m up early doe.
Scrollin through the phone,
I’m watchin videos.
Not much competition doe.
I mean of course, it’s just the same ol’
Bitches in plain clothes,
Playing the same roles.
Rentals of Lambos.
Bend over bitch
Getting one.
You know how game goes.
Shame on all these models.
But I’ma still buy all these bottles.
Got a lot to learn young man.
Life is your only friend.
One day you’ll understand.
If I ever get the chance to say ‘Hi’,
Prolly wave good-bye at the same time
SaidI’m moving too fast,
They say I’m moving too fast.
Couple good drinks Patron with the ice
Come to my suite,
Baby you could spend the night.
Say you moving too fast.
Said I’m moving too fast.
Y’all be gossiping more than the barber shop.
Walked up in the shop,
Everybody looking shocked.
Why all the talking stopped?
Maybe, cause I was the one being talked about.
Looking at your face,
I can tell you don’t know what this money ‘bout.
Four accounts, can’t bounce
Nigga, check the amount.
I took a pill getting drowsy now.
Gotta finish this verse, can’t write it down.
Early flight, now I’m out of town.
Freaking out, all I see is clouds.
Hawaii looking nice man. Why every time I leave L.A. it’s an earthquake?
Why every time I leave home, bitches thirsty?
Saying she be with a nigga all night.
Telling her friends that “I’m the only girl that he like”.
You gotta lot to learn young man.
To all your loyal fans, I hope they understand.
If I ever get the chance to say ‘Hi’,
Prolly wave good-bye at the same time
Say I’m moving too fast,
They say I’m moving too fast.
Couple good drinks Patron with the ice
Come to my suite,
Baby you could spend the night.
Say you moving too fast.
Said I’m moving too fast.
If I ever get the chance to say ‘Hi’,
Prolly wave good-bye at the same time
Say I’m moving too fast,
They say I’m moving too fast.
Couple good drinks Patron with the ice
Come to my suite,
Baby you could spend the night.
Say you moving too fast.
Said I’m moving too fast.

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