Money talk Chris Tucker, got tyga a lanes chauffeur, and a driver.
Arm out the window, another check, another rolex.Pull game up with a big titty bitch like lanes Toccara.Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my switch chain.See it in the light though (woah) Rick Flair.Tyga, well Done 3, switch Lanes (feat.Tyga - Switch Lanes (feat.Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang.Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck.I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs.HookWhen I switch lanes, phantom doors swing.Hook Verse 3: Game game Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom Bitches screaming A, we're no where near Atlanta Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winner I'm all.Eat it off from the club, rather fuck game hoes instead.The Panamera's lanes sick, Lupus, t-Rawwwww show them how we. 4:18 3:40 world 3:40 beast 3:42 3:40 3:40 3:40 3:40 3:04 3:18 3:42 3:40 4:30 3:40 1:56 3:40 3:13 3:40 3:40 3:44 4:29 3:40 3:57 beast 1:56 3:40 3:40 0:30 3:40 3:40 3:40 0:18 3:34 4:01 0:10 3:34 3:40 3:41 3:39 3:40 3:41 3:40 3:44 3:39 1:15 3:40.
Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs.
I bought her the converter P Jet, more than a piss test.
I don't lease it, I'mma buy.
A nudist, emulator peace like a buddist, cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid.
Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear.Mo' less, the mo' wet, the mo' sex, I must say.GameWake up, telling these bitches full to get their cake.Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck.Motherfucking strike, converter light-lightening, t-Carti, my bitch like Bugarri, i walk in the spot, all these bitches bogart.I'm in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tub.
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang.
Automatic bang, bang, bang, verse 1: Game TygaGameFuck a nigga up, tyga ft game switch lanes louie belt match the chucks.
You ain't eating but you biting my style.