[Verse 1: Tyga]
I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash
Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand
This man ain't givin a f** for no middle man, middle cla**
Skipped cla** only cla** I knew, was S-Benz
Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams
And I was just a boy like k**er cam
But now my print over yo b**h, T-shirt
Gla** skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp
But it gets worse, how would you feel
Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk
After I'm all working your girlfriend purse
Damn ma, didn't he f** friend ha?
Yea why? I thought that goofy b**h was lying
Guess not, bet not they won't near us
Fear us, Y.M squadron
Young bloods
Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above
Studio, many yums, I ain't f**ing with the club
While you getting bub, I'm getting pub
These songs I mean, these songs be mean
Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities
I got the holy spirit, but no father son
[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Now everybody know I'm shinning in the coupe, No roof while I'm sh**ting on em
Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for
I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up
Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura
Young money n***a, Yea I'm back like I left something
You n***as is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son
Young n***a, got my money running like Barry
b**hes want my baby cause they heard about my salary
Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g
Knock them b**hes socks loose, pa** em off to Mallie G
All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n
All my n***as red flagging you could see we soo woo'n
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Dedication 3
I feel like these mothaf**as better know we next
I will like but never love them H-O-E-S
I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix
I still eat a couple rappers for my protein b**h
I'm on my so mean sh**, you don't know me b**h
I do it for those who done it before me b**h
My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak b**h
And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece b**h
Stunna man said k** em all, so still and all
I'm a k** em all, murder them p**y hoes
I'm flyer then a bu*terfly doing the tootsie roll
Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee
And numbers don't lie, yeah
Yea better hope your math is right
We take your body for a sacrifice
You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife
I put on for them b**hes, On On for them b**hes
I put on for them b**hes, On on
I Put on for them b**hes, On on
I put on Onnnnn