Tyga — I’m on it (feat. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne) текст песни (слова) lyrics

[Tyga]
I’m on it, I’m on it
I’m on it, I’m on it
If we talkin’ bout money b*tch

[Tyga — Verse 1]
Snap back chiller
Gold chain ni*ga
snaps no tigger, tyga b*tches

Hundred proof liquor
Live no liver
Theres hoes on this muthaf*cking strip, stripping
A ni*ga no different

So we hold the heat though
Smash on the b*tch brains looking like meatloaf
The hoe know me close she lying, Leo’s
Pedigree and swag is so cold, zero

Hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina
Life is a b*tch better know how to treat her
I don’t get in between, my goal be to win
Young money heisman rookies of the year

[Chorus]
I’m on it, I’m on it
I’m on it, I’m on it
If we talkin’ bout money b*tch

[Tyga — Verse 2]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I’m hot hello
Boy yellow, but my b*tch back from the ghetto
With the flow watch it pop, sizzle
You feeling me, better break fast mc griddles

I ain’t finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I’m running the real estate, party in the f*cking house
my nig*as is loud in the lobby they can’t turn us down
Have have a drink drink drink, some Coke and a smile

I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can’t even count
Keep fucking b*tch, ain’t sh*t to talk about

[Chorus]
I’m on it, I’m on it
I’m on it, I’m on it
If we talkin’ bout money b*tch

[Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
Nig*as cant f*ck with me

Leave the b*tches, need the hoes
Life is a motherf*cker gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell

More money to make, More pus*y to smell
Like yea imma Libra like put that on a scale
New Orleans nig*a with my d*ck up in my right hand

Young Money nig*a money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a b*tch and you ain’t even got cha flight plan

I’m on it..I’m on it..Tuneche!
Yea..SooWoo…Soo Woo Trill
hahahaha yeaaa

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