Tyga - I'm Done lyrics

How yall gone hate on me in the club? n***a I ain't even in the club k** a n***a, last king roll up on 'em in a Bentley Mothaf-cka, gorilla, go getter, ho getter Ho n***a better hold your n***a I'm sick, throw up, throw up this liquor Mo' money I got it b**hes ain't problems, not to me Yeah they bout it, Master P so many albums on release sh** in my closet, Louboutin and bloody bottoms b**hes spot em yeah I'm stylin Tyga pilot, fly no mileage yeah I put them b**hes on it California man, gold on my license plate Ladies' man, baby I know what them b**hes like Little Mike, Mike and Ike Candy colored cup of ice Out of sight, out of mind She gone spend the night but dont wast my time Im two miles away from the Hollywood sign King of the Hill n***a dont look down Party at Polo house right now All these b**hes on the prowl Look at my flow, look at my eyes Tell me what you see dont lie Mu'f**in' G R-to the E-A to the T-EST Last king, Look at my ring Tell that b**h to get off my thing My girl in here and she off that drink Im off that mink Fur murder swervin' make the jet ski do a hurdle Yous a muthaf**ing turtle, knock you down like Berto Straps on my sides like Urkle, boy i'll hurt you Turn your face purple n***as wanna talk but yo convo worthless These Converse yeah all black Chuckers Im that n***a, you just a n***a One more year, yeah I'mma be bigger Dont call me Tigga, Jack The Ripper Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner {Chomp} I'm Done