[Intro] Yeah, King Bert, Sup k** em' in the dirt [Verse 1: King Bert] I'm Chilling with the homies Smoking weed, Drinking beer I don't think that I make it more clear Im feelin right Feelin tight Getting drunk (drunk) Ima f** a b**h tonight Maybe ill f** this b**h (i dont know) Or her over there I dont give a sh** As long as she's got hair But only on her head and none down below I dont want her lookin like no kinda fellow I ain't gay I dont swing like that If anyone say that I do I'll hit em' with a bat Straight to the dome, ill k** you (yeah) Now your dead and gone [Hook 1: King Bert] Im chillen With the homies Getting dummied, yeah I have noooo Money No money at all [Verse 2: King Bert] Im so damn broke (HA!) Its pretty funny When I get paid I spend all my money I spend it on my mama Nope, that a lie I spend it on me Cause im f**in fly If you dont believe look at my shoes They're dirty and old man Just like your mama too I tore up that clitorus I f**ed that hoe It's like I said, she's dirty and old It was f**in gross, I dont know why I did it It was a f**ing chore man, sh** Yo, i did it for community service and more Peace [Hook 2: King Bert] And mo' , and mo' , and mo' , dead hoe, dead hoe, and mo' , dead hoe, and mo' Uhhhh, ahh ah yeah uh PEACE [Verse 3: Tyga] It's that young beasty n***a Brrr-hah stick em It's still no fitteds, Dupont finish Courtside tickets, a Laker in my city Purple like Grimace Roof pop like titties Pound sign - sit your a** down, b**h, I'm busy I'm balling like a b**h - all-blue Ken Griffies Use the chicken rotisserie, squeeze the ? to your lemon Everything I do new, n***a, cut the red ribbon Give me space to the left Leave your face indented There's too many women, why these n***as out there staring? T-Raw Mclaren, boy flayer than a parrot Me and that money got a merit I was the first to pop her cherry [Hook 3: Tyga] Now it's big living, fast cars, model women Penthouse, hella-chains - why you tripping? [Outro] Money & Liquor Money & Liquor Money & Liquor Tyga Tyga n***a n***a