I don't f** with nobody, about me
I don't f** with nobody, about me
I don't f** with nobody, about me
I don't f** with nobody, about me
I don't f** with nobody…
[Hook]
These b**hes love T-Raww
Hatin,' need machine guns
All these n***as they broke boys
And I push a Rolls Royce
n***as they don't like me
I heard n***as they don't like me
Man these b**hes love T-Raww
Only trust my Nina
King sh** with my feet up
k** a n***a with my song, but
n***as they don't like me
I heard n***as they don't like me
Man these b**hes love T-Raww
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ridin' ‘round no plates
Schemin' tryin' to get paid
Lookin' for a f** date
Men lie, women lie
But not the numbers I make
Load up that Wild Boy
Call it MGK
Mind gone, don't f** with me
Countin' dorms in the Middle East
38, Silence of the Lambs
Hello Clarice
My life need a DVD
Bags of money like the Money Team
Dress b**hes in all black
You could call them BET
These hoes in competition
Competing for a seat in VIP
These n***as claimin' they poppin' bottles
They just holdin' that sparkle thing
Wrist on, I had a dream
Martin Luther I must've seen
Mixtape, mix ya body with tape
That's what that green'll bring
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Off season, no time to play
Night time, my time of day
I hustle hard like Ace and Wayne
Two shifts, I'mma need a raise
Carpool, stay in your lane
I'm blowin' up, that's propane
These hoes want my last name
No sitcom, this the House of Pain
No I don't f** with nobody like celibates
I ride alone, I die alone
She give me head, that's Tylenol
No dialogue, she play her part
My life a movie, no script at all
I darn say that I did it all, I did it all, so…
[Hook]