Tyga - I'm On It lyrics

[Hook: Tyga] I'm on it, I'm on it I'm on it, I'm on it If we talkin' bout money b**h [Verse 1: Tyga] Snap back, chin up, gold chain n***a Stripes no Tigger, Tyga b**hes Hundred proof liquor, live no liver There's hoes in this muthaf**a straight trippin' A n***a no different, so we hold the heat though Smash on the b**h, brains lookin' like meatloaf The ho know me close she lyin', Leos 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, b**h [Hook: Tyga] I'm on it, I'm on it I'm on it, I'm on it If we talkin' bout money b**h [Verse 2: Tyga] Raise hell boy, hell yeah I'm hot - hello Boy yellow but my b**h black from the ghetto Put the flow in a pot, watch the sh** sizzle You grillin' me, better breakfast McGriddle I ain't finna slow down, keep runnin' your mouth I'm runnin' the real estate, party in the f**in' house My n***as is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down Have a drink, drink, drink some Coke and a smile No clown, but I hit the party then I'm out I run town all day, twenty-four miles One fifty on the dash, can't even count Keep f**in' b**h, ain't sh** to talk about [Hook: Tyga] I'm on it, I'm on it I'm on it, I'm on it If we talkin' bout money b**h [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Be-best rapper, C.E.O Fine as wine flow, Pinot Grigio n***as can't f** with me Neither b**hes, neither hoes Life is a motherf**ing 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 yeah I'mma a Libra, life or d**h 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 your flight plan I'm on it, I'm on it Tunechi, yea, soo woo Soo woo, trill, hahahaha, yeaaa