Tyga — Like me текст песни (слова) lyrics

[Hook:]
Uh yea b*tch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, b*tches choosing and they calling

Cause I’m balling said they wanna f*ck a ni*ga (like me)
And my ni*gas paid, they ain’t never gotta pay (like me)
Yea bitch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)

Uh, tyga strike, rally paint
I’m the sh*t, b*tch let it stink (let it stink)
Rinse your eyes with my holy water, I ain’t gone take her
I know that’s his only daughter, ni*ga whatchu thinkin?

This that big bang rapper ballin, huh
I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic
Baby sip it til it’s gone (yea I know it)
Uh, cash like coke, b*tches gotta blow it

So put your number on this paper, I promise I’ll call
No, I can’t called b*tch I’m lying, I don’t use my phone, sh*t
Sh*t is on silence all day long
I don’t need no interruption when I’m makin you moan

Early morn, wake up, then you yawn
Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head, Roscoe’s
Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling sh*t
Cause I’m ballin, b*tch

[Hook]
Uh yea b*tch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, b*tches choosing and they calling

Cause I’m balling said they wanna f*ck a ni*ga (like me)
And my ni*gas paid, they ain’t never gotta pay (like me)
Yea bitch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)

Uh, hotel suite, presidential
F*ck you b*tchin whatchu been thru
I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes
Another side for my big shoes

Now that’s ballin, don’t think that’s ballin?
Motherf*cker how would you know it, if you’ve never done it
I turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey
Life like chocolate when you getting money

Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams
B*tches fighting for me like it’s Jerry Spring’
But is the summer, winter, they fallin for me
Colder than a coca cola polar, 7 degrees

You know you watch t.v, seperate your mind, please
If you’re the bomb b*tch, why you tryna tick with me
Remove your top, time to pop
She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, pussy punch

[Hook]
Uh yea b*tch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, b*tches choosing and they calling

Cause I’m balling said they wanna f*ck a ni*ga (like me)
And my ni*gas paid, they ain’t never gotta pay (like me)
Yea bitch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)

King Lazareth, living on that lavish sh*t
Lose your mind, lose your sense
Pay attention, yea you feeling me
Fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze

All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side
If you ridin for me then you gone ride or die
Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love
If you wanna party, got a party bus

Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass
So loosen your Gucci baby, lemme spank that a*s
Taste so good, blue berry rasp

Berry berry cherry, whip cream on that twat
You can applaud that, terminator, I’ll be right back
Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can

[Hook]
Uh yea b*tch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)
Yea, b*tches choosing and they calling

Cause I’m balling said they wanna f*ck a ni*ga (like me)
And my ni*gas paid, they ain’t never gotta pay (like me)
Yea b*tch I’m ballin, b*tch I’m balling
Betchu ni*ga, he ain’t balling (like me)

Sound so good; make ya wanna slap your mama
Young money, Tyga Tyga, ni*ga

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