Tyga - Bang Out lyrics

(Verse) Hold up, money talk so you know what? Ain’t nothing to talk about, ye ain’t got enough Cuz rock star d** break a b**h heart, no love Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, f**in with no scrub n***as want connects, got no plugs n***a say they high, got no buzz Popsicle n***as wanna talk sh** then say you froze up Young n***as wanna pop pills, just po up Went on a bang, Went on a bang b**hes came for me and my n***a easy Threw that b**h out, got that hoe one way Said she tryna stay, told that b**h no way That’s a preme n***a, B ripper, grim reaper I don’t get mad b**h, I just get even T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it sponsored links That Ferrari California make a b**h a believer (Hook) Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out Make it rain even when it’s rained out Turn up, bang out Bang out, bang out Turn up, b-bang out Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out (Verse) Met a b**h last night, won’t believe it f** her so hard, b**h probably stopped breathing k**ed the p**y, in the hotel screamin Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper The room, keep it I f**ed now I don’t need it T-Raw semen splattered on a b**h beaver Pipe dreamin, f**in with a real baller The b**h is a b**h so I’m gon call er Then they act up, call the backup Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered b**h shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up Tell her sit up, got her face down, b**h don’t put yo head up Yea, bitin on er ear Got a old b**h, p**y like souvenir I hop up in it, n***a I ain’t never scared Closet full of straps and the condom right here What I got? (Hook) Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out Make it rain even when it’s rained out Turn up, bang out Bang out, bang out Turn up, b-bang out Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you n***as hatin, had to pull my chains out (Verse) Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdin Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin down French, I don’t see the hoes jockin Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk You can call it what you want Either way the sh** bump I’m a evil motherf**er ready to tear sh** up I’mma put these things on you and never let up See my mama, she was home when I was born Bet a n***a like to eat sh** than never been born But I ain’t going out unless 30 n***as die I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide Shut the f** up n***a cuz you ain’t seen sh** I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip A b**h is a b**h So if I’m poor or rich I talk in the exact same pitch Now the title of b**h don’t apply to all women But all women have a little b**h in em