[Hook: Tyga] She ain't playing, not a bit She don't f** around, she with the sh** She bounce that a**, till' a n***a get dizzy My, my, my b**h get busy, busy, busy My, my, my b**h get busy, busy, busy (Look at her go) [Verse 1: Gla**es Malone] All eyes on her In that ? skirt Matchin with the ? purse Gotta coordinate, dropped a quarter on her hair Drop it in my lap, let a n***a know it's real See all stacked up, lil' momma know the deal Baby beat it up, ivander holyfield Get hoes in these churches just for actin' like a ho Only rap n***a out in traffic in the fo' like it's 1994 When i parolled outta ? ? young gla**es don't ? 'f** you mean? And ever since I got the gs, that b**h like f** recess [Hook: Tyga] [Verse 2: Tyga] Drop, drop it on the floo' You know I'm high as f** b**h, keep it on the low She give me good head, call that sh** sloppy joe I'm the sh**, smell chanel cologne send it all to go Westside, fat a** I get behind her I'm in the p**y all night like a f**ing dina Nosey a** pinocchio, rappers be quiet Say you getting more money than me, you a liar k**ing sh**, gangster attire, b**hes admire You sweet as papaya, bandana and the ties Life in the game don't jeopardize it I'm the truth, put that on Zion T-Rah, sh**! [Hook: Tyga]