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I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich
40 mil with some acres, makeup for my bitch
I don't fuck with these niggas, stop pretending and shit
I don't wanna be famous, I just wanna be rich
I don't wanna be famous

Fuck around, be a Lennon and a fan leave you brainless
All in the paper, gettin' buried by a neighbor

95 like that, like that
95 like that, like that ninety-five

95 stylin', straight shots, gold medallion
Put your number on this paper
Promise I’mma dial it
Cute college chick, daddy was a doctor
Word through the grape vine

The young king, the lil homie Tyga
It's yo turn, nigga, it's yo turn, playboy
West Coast stand up to this Careless World, people
Global flying on this journey
Tropical islands, popping bottles with supermodels
Blowing up the pounds (sunup to sundown)
Flying at higher heights, grinding hard
Money by the abundance

Hahaha
Tyga
Put the headphones up.
I need to hear that Boom
That Boom

[Hook]
I'm in a Range Rove

[Hook:]
Got a badass bitch just bouncin' on my dick
Bouncin' on my dick
Bouncin' on my dick

Got a badass bitch just bouncin' on my dick
Bouncin' on my dick
Bouncin' on my dick

Tyga
California
the home of a king
the place for an angel
flyer than doves

i just wanna bring the cali love back!
sittin here thinkin when they put cali on

Whether the game of love ends on a bad note.
Or being honest make the trust grow.
Apparentally it make you argue more.
The more things you throw.
DVD’s and my dirty clothes.
Telling me shutup, I’m leavin’ you.
The reason you ain’t even got one.
It wasn’t true.

[Hook:]
You know she just moved out of Momma’s
Just went back to college
She is my dancer, when she dance I throw her dollars
I throw her dollars, I-I-I throw her dollars
She is my dancer, when she dance I throw her dollars
She works hard for the money (So, so hard)
So hard for the money (So, so hard)

Ha Ha HA, Augh
The Watch Cost Me 2, HaHa, Your Bitch, Free
[Hook]
All My Shit Designer, A-All My SHit Designer, A-All My Shit Designer, I Fucked Your Bitch In Cavalli
A-All My Shit Designer, A-All My SHit Designer, A-All My Shit Designer, I Fucked YOur Bitch In Versace Nigga
All My Shit Designer, All My SHit Designer, A-All My Shit Designer, I Fucked Your Bitch In Cavalli (Augh)
All My Shit Designer, A-All My SHit Designer, A-All My Shit Designer, I Fucked YOur Bitch In Versace Nigga (Augh)
[Verse 1]

Chorus:
Diamond life, sugar baby we dynamite,
Playboys and socialites, young n flyy flyy flyy

1989: No pressure, but to the best that's in my section
Levels of a professional, skip school, create my own lessons
Confessions of a mad rapper, music's got me wrapped up
Green strecthing only leads to red stretchers

In My
In My
In my...

In my diddy bop
In my diddy bop
Boss through the city
boss boss

[Chorus]
Yeah, I know how to count it
I can count with my eyes closed
Yeah, I know how to count it
I can count with my eyes closed
Gotta see you bounce it, so bounce with the lights on
It's you that my eyes on
I can count with my eyes closed

[Chris Richardson:]
Just to see her (see her)
But she's far far away
And I'd do anything just to see her face
But she's far far away
Walk a thousand miles just to see her smile again

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Lyrics to Pretty Boy Swag :
This right here
I'm a bout to re-kill
Cat get into yo ear
Resurrect and disappear
Bitch I'm bigger, you small
I be clowin' calls
And your just a funny guy, little duval

Chorus: I don't know what to do. Sitting here alone, just waiting on a cue.
Cz I don't wanna fuck with you. No more, no more, no more, no more, no
more, no more, no more. I don't wanna fuck with you.
I don't know what to do. Sitting here alone, just waiting on a cue. Cz I
don't wanna fuck with you. No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no
more, no more. I don't wanna fuck with you.

Verse 1: man fallin into love to deep too much, press your own I don't

[Verse 1]
[Wrist game glitta big chain glitta]
Motivate my niggas wake up in the am and chase that skrilla
Hated by many yet the city still mine I just state my opinion
They say how you stay skinny but you stay in the kitchen
They say the shit ain't a game but you playing with the digits
Motivate my niggas can't complain when your chick name Jenner

Ah shit's gone too far
Shit's gone too far
And whatever drugs you on
Y'all been on too long
Shit's gone too far
And my bitch say she miss me, I've been gone too long
Like bitch I'm only going to the store, I'll be back in a minute
Rappers ain't rapped in a minute

Hoo, think I'm worried 'bout a rumor?
Wow I got a big crib, how many rooms here?
Aye!
I forgot I ain't seen the other side since I bought that motherf*cker wait
It’s a shame, a lame is all you ever be
Man!
A lame is all you ever be
Pain!

[Tyga]
I aint never been cheap
I spend it all
never made Varsity but I f-cking ball
14 f-ck school I’m a rapper dawg
snap back boy take that f-cking fitted off
fall to they knees plead for their right to breath
Lord please devour all my enemies

It's so hard to look the other way
It's so hard to not pick up the phone
Bang your line one time and ask 'bout your day
It's so hard to look the other way
Tell me something that will push me away
Tell me something that will push me away
I took something for the pain, it never took it away, nah
It's only two and I took two today

I heard niggas say numbers from the sideline, nice try
Can't see you niggas anyway, two bitches standing on my pride
I, yeah yeah, got a lot of shit, shit to say, so I'ma start of saying this
I could give a fuck what a magazine say, get off my dick
That's the tip, mhm

I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me
Don't leave your bitch alone in the room with me

T-Many
Drive young bitches crazy
You know the motto
Fuck you, boy pay me

Ball Mainin
Belt cost 12 80
Kick a bitch out

Hook:
What happened when you get involved
Nigga start telling likes
both wanna be involved
but love like suicide
now that you too involved, infatuated to the high

Verse One, Tyga:

I been unfaithful, I been lying like the king of the jungle
But I ain't lying when I say I love you
But I been unfaithful, yeah, I been lying like the king of the jungle
Ah, yeah, I been wilding, yeah, I been wilding, yeah
I been unfaithful, I been lying like the king of the jungle
But I ain't lying when I say I love you
But I been unfaithful, yeah, I been lying like the king of the jungle
Ah, yeah, I been wilding, yeah, I been wilding

Hahaha
Tyga
Put the headphones up.
I need to hear that Boom
That Boom

[Hook]
I'm in a Range Rove

Unreal to a close eye,
Can’t feel but you heard that I’m close by
It’s more vivid the image invented in my mind,
I look around and really I see a fake smile
No time, when the tickets down,
My Rolex style don’t mean shit now
It’s just another pay cut my mind made up
Unnecessary lay-ups

Make it nasty, make it nasty
Drop drop it on a bitch, make it nasty
Make it nasty, make it nasty
Pop pop it on a bitch, make it nasty

Uhhh. Yeah Bitch Make it Nasty
Tounge down ha Throat
While the other bitch gaggin

YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
School for the blind, I dont see these niggas doing it
I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for sale

YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
School for the blind, I dont see these niggas doing it
I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for sale

Chorus:
never will i be the same…since the money
and cars came with the fame
we just party cause, throwing parties cause i’ve got a name,
for them life is the same,
but man, i will never be the same

as i hail mary prayer, my wing to the stage,

Rack rack city bitch (repeat)
Mugga on the beat

Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten Ten Ten twenty on ya titties bitch
100 bee v.I.p. no guest list
T-Raw you don't know who you fuckin wit?
Got my other bitch fuckin wit my other bitch

[Intro]
Rack rack city bitch (x3)
Mugga on the beat

[Verse 1]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten Ten Ten twenty on ya titties bitch
100 bee v.i.p. no guest list

[Verse 1]
Looking at the clock it's about that time
Can I introduce myself?
I been watching you from far,and it's been too long can I have this song
I just get so mesmerized when you up and against that pole
I just wanna take you home
Who are they to criticize
How you decide to make your money

Kill a flow … last king and on the daily,
Call a mother fucker, buy the government, but call me crazy!
Yeah I’m on that fucking juice,
Have a sip I’ll fuck you later,
Money on my table, pick it up, I’ll call it tip the waiter,
Yeah, I’m the first to last, alpha, omega,
I ain’t trying to talk, bitch I’m concentrating!
I'm the dopest nigga , word to Ronald Reagan

[Chorus: Tyga]
Yeah
They tryna put another scandal on me
They tryna get a better handle on me
They hate the way a nigga swaggin' on 'em
All this Cartier and Chanel I'm rockin'
All this Libertine you see me in
I put you on swag and you poppin'

[Hook]x2
Ugh, all the other boys served that sour
They call me T-Raww served that raw
All I do is make crack inside their heart
I keep ’em comin’ back
I’m the Rawwest Nigga Alive

[Verse 1]

Love, hate, niggas, hate
Bitches, hate, me, I can’t
Faded out my face, faded out my face
My mind went blank, mind went blank

Now I done grew up round some niggas that caused me some drama
Swear when you make it, niggas say you owe them
Swear they think they yo mama

Yeah, that Gucci shit don't matter
That Versace shit don't matter
I get it 'cause I got it
I got it 'cause you had to have it
That Fendi shit don't matter
That Chanel shit don't matter
You can take off all that designer
You'd still be the baddest

Uh, I dont compete, I dominate (dominate)
I concentrate (concentrate)
I strategize, I execute, I pow, pow, pow, pow
I annihilate, on my tenth Cartier
Still ain't got time to waste
Where you want to go? I got the pilot waiting
That's my Teterboro flow
Please keep it low

And you didn't train for this, you can't fight it
You know you came for this
And you know whose thing this is, better say it then
You know you came for this
And you didn't train for this, you can't fight it
You know you came for this
And you know I'm top five, champion level, I'm major list
You know you came for this

Yeah we always go back, back, forth and forth
Yeah we always go back, back, forth and forth
Two missed calls from you, yeah
The party must be over
Every time you go out
Yeah, it gets you nowhere
I been waitin' right here
Still I been everywhere

[Chorus]
All my n-ggas that be hustling we up tonight
And all my n-ggas that struggle we up tonight
And all the girls around the world going out tonight
Take a shot make toast we up for life, and we up

[Tyga - Verse 1]
Uh, just made 50 in a tri-state

[Tyga]
Tell Bitches im the man
Money over bitches nigga that's the plan
Everything I do we-wel-wel-well done hoe
Everything I do we-wel-wel-well done hoe
Niggas said they ballin' they in the stands
If it ain't about business don't shake my hand
Everything I do we-wel-wel-well done hoe