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[Chorus]
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' 'bout money b**ch, I'm on it

[Verse One: Tyga]
Snap back chin up, gold chain n**ga
Stripes no tigger, Tyga, b**ches
100 Proof liquor, live no liver
It's h**s in this muthaf**ka straight, trippin'

A n**ga no different, so we hope to eat doe
Smash on the b**ch brain lookin' like meatloaf
The h** know me close? She lyin', Leo's
Pedigree or swag so cold, zero

Hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina
Life is a b**ch, better know how to treat her
I don't get between, my goal be to win
Young Money Heisman, Rookies of the Year, b**ch

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Tyga]
Raise hell boy, hell yeah I'm hot hello
Boy yellow, but my b**ch black from the ghetto
Put the flow on the pop, watch the sh** sizzle
You grillin' me, better break fast McGriddle

I ain't finna slow down, keep runnin' your mouth
I'm runnin' the real estate, party in the f**kin' house
My n**gas is loud, in the lobby they can't shut us down
I pop 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, 24 miles
150 on the dash, can't even count
Keep f**kin' b**ch, ain't sh** to talk about

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Lil Wayne]
Uhh, best rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow, Pinot Grigio
N**gas can't f**k with me, leave the b**ches, leave the h**s
Life is a muthaf**kin' gamble, Peter Rose

Momma taught me well, Kush in the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, more p**sy to smell
Like yeah I'ma Libra, life or death on the scale

New Orleans n**ga with my d**k up in my right hand
Young Money n**ga, money longer than a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer than a b**ch and you ain't even gotcha flight planned

[Chorus 2x]

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