[Tyga]
(Intro)
Hahaha Yeeeah
Umm, I presume you already know what this is
A Young Money, G.E.D, Decaydance Production
Well, I didn't make the beat
But I'm gone make the beat
I'mma lose all my knowledge since preschool and get silly
[Verse]
My advance check got the bank teller depressed
My publishing check made the IRS check
My f**ing alias like who the f** is this
Student who didn't go to college but forever set
f** a Standford 9 test, a Standford 9 test?
What the f** is that when you steady got stacks on deck
I spazz wit the tats, California on my neck
Gold shapes swing of the center of my chest
I don't trip on these chicks, tell em there n-n-n-nothin
To a man getting rich with a motion picture budget
Flying motion with no potion, sober, I dearly does it
I never went to cla** studying cash was my subject
I love it, how does it feel to pay the bills before your mother
Bread like wonder, make her wonder why they flourish
For little human thunder, I explain thoroughly to her
Easily they download and discover like researchers
Research the hard workers, I work hard for the sk** murder
Still hunger, you didn't hear it when I deliver
Like fast food burgers, in and out burger
In and out yo sis brother
My black brothers stop hatin it ain't worth it
Like penny savers, ya'll n***as ain't bout nothin
Like dry humpin, before that sh** I was the sh**
Call it predumpin, eat dumplins, never done it
I'm too youngin like put putin
I get paid off clubs, tiger woods sh** tyga good
Understood before they knew me thirty thou crowds
Like stood, understand couple of years I will
Be the f**ing man