Tyga - Startenders lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Yeah, shawty got a**, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah Yeah, startenders, run it up Ah Let's get into it Watch your b**h Yeah Ah [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Hmm, ain’t f**ing with no off brand b**h Ooh, don't think these n***as understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah [Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Ooh, I see it in you You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt Elliot the chains, now it's time to run it up In the game, got a two, so you know they wanna pop, yeah Yeah, shawty got a** She just got a tummy tuck, yeah Startenders, run it up [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Hmm, ain't f**ing with no off brand b**h Ooh, don't think these n***as understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I’m Biggaveli Hmm, ain’t f**ing with no off brand b**h Ooh, don't think these n***as understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I’m feelin' like I'm Biggaveli [Verse 2: Offset] Offset! Hundred in my family, yeah (Hunnid) Running up the engine for my family, huh (Fam') Wanna hop on drift, take off your panties, huh [?] in my wrist and they can’t stand me, huh (Baguettes) Coco in my Maybach like it's free meat (Splash, splash) Shoot a hundred rounds and get your street sweeped Patek on my wrist, this sh** ain't cheap, cheap Perc'y or the Addy, which one you gon' eat? And we got status in the back and meet the Grim Reap' Green light lambo with yo b**h creepin' We get the [?] so I let the [?] feed 'em I put the North up on my back, I get the M's, I feed 'em [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Hmm, ain't f**ing with no off brand b**h Ooh, don't think these n***as understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't f**ing with no off brand b**h Ooh, don't think these n***as understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah [Verse 3: Tyga] b**h, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly) And my crib all white like Belly (Belly) And my b**h ride for me like Remy (Remy) Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli Send the cash to my celly, have my n***a go get it Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny Good p**y and you pretty, but you better off the Henny (Yeah) I ain't Ray J, told a b**h, "Wait a minute" (Yeah) Diamonds on my dick, told the b**h, "Come and get it" (Hol' up) Shawty, you a star, got all these n***as wishin' She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished [Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Hmm, ain't f**ing with no off brand b**h Ooh, don't think these n***as understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't f**ing with no off brand b**h Ooh, don't think these n***as understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah [Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie] Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Hmm, ain't f**ing with no off brand b**h (Bang)