Tyga - Day One lyrics

(Verse) 500 grand, eat lobster tails Hope the n***as got what for sale So much money, no fingernails White body, engine and a tail Chrome lips, V12 Kiss the king but don't kiss and tell So many rings, need a Jordan deal T-Raw's, it's ain't all for sale Just bought a swiss account Hunneds stay the same at this amount LK, show you what that's about Hard to check a n***a when the checks that bounce f** around, drop out of cla** Made millions now, my teacher mad She need a job and I give her that sponsored links Young n***a with big stacks Buy my style and ain't gave it back How you think brought you the raw rap? How you think taught you the phantom rap? Gold plates, I'm reflectin that Every day my birthday, n***a LA my birthplace This ain't a race but I'm first place I never f**ed with you in the first place We on a different pace, n***a so long I ain't the n***a you could hold on Ride the wave or just float on Get off my back, I'm tryna lead on Always home when the heat's on When it's cold shoulders n***as be gone n***as be gone 2 x Hook: I'm still the same n***a, same b**hes we know No difference, been me since day one Real n***a since day one Cuz I ain't promised day two Talkin bout what I'm going through But who the f** aksed you? Bridge: Aksed you, aksed you, Aksed you, aksed you, Aksed you, aksed you, But who the f** aksed you? Hook: Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That's me b**h Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That's me b**h n***as wanna talk, don't cross the line I murder them motherf**ers every time n***as wanna talk, don't cross the line I murder them motherf**ers every time (Verse) It's a thin line between love and hate A thin line between real and fake Keep a n***a based on shape, a** shake She gon make it clap, vibrate Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space I'm the one you face and don't hesitate See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it's Pac mane Do it under one tape, what you say? T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me ' that's accessory Don't be sa**in me How do you have the audacity? When a verse gotta bring cash to me I be ga**in me, you wanna crash on me? Have yo head where yo feet should be Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV Ain't no breaking me, breaking news that's me Headline, we can go head up Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea He a crazy ape man, I'm turnt up to ten f** with me, commence and repent Mill to the king Came from the block, little hardknock Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it You ain't made sh**, you complainin (stop complainin) 2 x Hook: Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That's me b**h Who dat be? Who dat be? Who dat be? That's me b**h n***as wanna talk, don't cross the line I murder them motherf**ers every time n***as wanna talk, don't cross the line I murder them motherf**ers every time