Chris Brown - I'm On It lyrics

[Tyga] I'm on it, I'm on it I'm on it, I'm on it If we talkin' bout money b**h [Tyga - Verse 1] Snap back chiller gold chain n***a snaps no tigger, tyga b**hes hundred proof liquor live no liver theres hoes on this muthaf**ing strip, stripping a n***a no different so we hold the heat though smash on the b**h 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**h 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 b**h 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**ing house my n***as is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down [?] I run town all day 24 miles 150 on the dash can't even count keep f**ing b**h, ain't sh** to talk about [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Be-best Rapper C.E.O. Fine as wine flow Pinot Grigio n***as cant f** with me Leave the b**hes, need the hoes Life is a motherf**er gamble, Peter Rose Momma taught me well, Kush and the L Paper everywhere like books just fell More money to make, More p**y to smell Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale New Orleans n***a with my dick up in my right hand Young Money n***a money longer then a lifespan Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand Flyer then a b**h 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