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[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 Have have a drink drink drink, some Coke and a smile 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 hahahaha, yeaaa