YG – Yo Body

Do it
What up baby
I know you tired of your niggas saying they gonna do things you know they can’t
Thats the shit you shouldn’t tolerate
I’ll tell you too I’ll fucking do this shit but honestly
I know I dedicate my life to this music
But I’m trying to be there when you confiscate
See I can bring you love that everything you love
Pussy good cause you love
Now I ain’t the boy you went to school with
But I can be there when you do the things you do it
And even though we just met I’m still thinking we should do it cause its just sex you know

In the middle of the night you know my body’s feigning for you baby
Gotta call you up and let you know this is what I’m feeling baby
Body body body zero zero 24
Dazed in a museum gonna gonna gotta have some more
I know that you like it if I lay you down (if I lay you down yeah)
Cause you like if I just just let you down
I can’t think about nothing else since you let me read your love
Ain’t no zebra girl your body fit me like a glove
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it’s your body baby
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it’s your body baby

In the middle of the night you know my body’s feigning for you baby
Gotta call you up and let you know this is what I’m feeling baby
Body body body zero zero 24
Dazed in a museum gonna gonna gotta have some more
I know that you like it if I lay you down (if I lay you down yeah)
Cause you like if I just just let you down
I can’t think about nothing else since you let me read your love
Ain’t no zebra girl your body fit me like a glove
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it’s your body baby
My body all over your body your body all over my body
My body all over your body it’s your body baby

YG feat. Ty$ & Rich Boy – She Bad

[Chorus: Ty$]
She bad and she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps pumps)
I know I ain’t the first one that told her
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
She bad she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps)
Girl I just wanna know where you going
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
After the club oooo
At the club a a after the club oooo

[Verse 1: YG]
Look she know I toot it and boot it
But tonight I ain’t even tryna do that
Like the bottom of my 501′s I’m trying to cuff
She bad and she know it
The type that you wife up fuck her in the hotel room with the ights on
Ipod on shuffle playin a bunch of night songs she know I Play no games
She said she like fame but she don’t date no lames
And she want me to fuck her like I fuck a hore
So I pull her hair like we playin tug o’ war
And I ain’t tryna to sound rude when I say this
She probly look better if I seen you but naked

[Chorus: Ty$]
She bad and she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps pumps)
I know I ain’t the first one that told her
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
She bad she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps)
Girl I just wanna know where you going
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
After the club oooo
At the club a a after the club oooo

[Verse 1: Rich Boy]
My blackberry full of black barbies
With curves on they body like Bugatti’s
Sake with the sushi can’t forget the music
Now show me how you do it
And get into it
She is bad and she know it
Champagne poured
Your nigger just a rodent he’s tenderroni summer time breeze short cut sleeves
She hate it when I leave and get the green
On the weekend I’m a creep in dive in how she like on the deep end
Merry-go-round ass with the brown
Everybody see she is the badest girl in the crowd

[Chorus: Ty$]
She bad and she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps pumps)
I know I ain’t the first one that told her
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
She bad she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps)
Girl I just wanna know where you going
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
After the club oooo
At the club a a after the club oooo

[Verse 2: YG]
All my bad bitches in pumps
I wanna tell all of y’all what’s up
You ain’t been lookin at me but I been lookin at you
So tell me what it’s gon be baby what we gon do tonight (tonight)
Baby what we gon do tonight (tonight)
Baby what we gon do?

[Chorus: Ty$]
She bad and she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps pumps)
I know I ain’t the first one that told her
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
She bad she knows it (She got her Gucci bag she got her Gucci pumps)
Girl I just wanna know where you going
And she a bad bitch so you know I have to tell her what’s up
After the club oooo
At the club a a after the club oooo

YG feat. G Austin – Say Stop

[Chorus: G Austin]
If you kiss me on my neck then I’ll probably stay in lonqer
If you do it how I like it then the feelinq will qet stronqer
Cause you do it well, qirl enjoy yourself
Just don’t hurt your self
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
We gon’ fuck until this bottle is gone
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
We gon’ fuck until this song is over
And your bra is off
And your panties hit the floor
Leave your heels on
What you waiting on

[Verse 1: YG]
Kiss me girl I’m a kiss you back
And I’ll be CarMax if your lips is chapped
Yeh I’ll be anything you want me to
Yeh I’ll do anything you want me to
Fuck me girl til’ I Say stop
And I ain’t sayin stop til’ I hear the neighbors knock
Yeah I’m a F-R-E-A-K
I’ll fuck you all night won’t stop til’ it’s day
Yeah fuck tellin me to wait
The dick good plus the head great
But I can put you to bed way before eight
I’ll make you cum all early
You usually cum late
Stop actin icky girl give me some pussy
And I’ll give you a hickey while I’m hittin that pussy
You know I gotta smoke, girl I hate bein sober
And if you kiss me on my neck girl I’ll probably stay longer

[Chorus: G Austin]
If you kiss me on my neck then I’ll probably stay in lonqer
If you do it how I like it then the feelinq will qet stronqer
Cause you do it well, qirl enjoy yourself
Just don’t hurt your self
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
We gon’ fuck until this bottle is gone
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
We gon’ fuck until this song is over
And your bra is off
And your panties hit the floor
Leave your heels on
What you waiting on

[Verse 2: YG]
Let’s do it how I like it girl all night long
Let’s do it how I like it girl with no comdom on
I ain’t dumb girl and I can’t sing
But I think I’m sprung girl like T-Pain
So tell me watchu gon’ do about it
You live in your nigga house
You should move up out it
Cause he a no life
He ain’t worth your time
I’m tryna make you mine
Cause you oh so fine
I’m tryna get you in my bed so I can beat it up
Got a appetite for pussy so I’m a eat it up
Drop your draws, Drop your bra
Leave you heels on but take errthing else off
I ain’t in a rush girl, enjoy yourself
I’m just tryna fuck you girl, nobody else
You know I gotta smoke, girl I hate bein sober
And if you kiss me on my neck I’ll probably stay longer

[Chorus: G Austin]
If you kiss me on my neck then I’ll probably stay in lonqer
If you do it how I like it then the feelinq will qet stronqer
Cause you do it well, qirl enjoy yourself
Just don’t hurt your self
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
We gon’ fuck until this bottle is gone
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
Fuck me til I say stop
We gon’ fuck until this song is over
And your bra is off
And your panties hit the floor
Leave your heels on
What you waiting on

YG – Respect Her Hustle

[Hook:]
You look good, how you doing whats ya name girl whats poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I cant knock it.
She asked the lord why she livin, cause it ain’t making no sense.
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent.
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Now sex, a pay the rent but see her parents don’t even know that,
She been through alot but the way she look don’t even show that,
She used to strip but everybody know’er so she don’t wanna go back,
And sadly her baby daddy, did her dirty like the flo mat,
She be happy to pay the taxi and take her where that dough at,
She stressing from confession she like keeeisha where that dro at?
She think conversating with people bout her problems is so whack,
And she don’t fck with them btcs,she think them btcs is toe back,
She think the devil is a, friend cause they way she been living,
For the right price; she’ll give you that sexual healing,
Sexual feeling, sex and joke lets get moe, powder & sniff it,
Yup, now she tripping her mother; don’t love her
So her mind in the gutter, and her big brother got 20 years for murder,
She den been through, it all; nothing more could hurt her
But I respect her struggle so this what I told her.

[Hook:]
You look good, how you doing whats ya name girl whats poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I cant knock it.
She asked the lord why she livin, cause it ain’t making no sense.
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent.
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
3 year old daughter, and her daddy’s not involved,
She say her, fraud he don’t send no money he don’t call,
So she gotta go extra’ hard extra’ hard,
She got 7 niggas, numbers so went she got home,
She text em all.
She like, what btc [?] get hit, nigga get the fck back
When it comes to letting her baby down,
She like fck that.
She live in the ghetto, she always wearing stillettos
She try, to live by the bible, but she get chased by the devil,
She fck, a nigga, suck a nigga for no less than 300.
Thinking bout, her daughter prolly got her sick to her stomach,
And thats, when she fck it; her mind she finna lose it,
Fcking, all these niggas she out here feeling stupid.
All these problems, with no one answer them,
All these situations, with no one to manage them,
Then she was finna, put the glock to her head,
Til she met a real nigga and he said…

[Hook:]
You look good, how you doing whats ya name girl whats poppin?
I respect ya hustle, girl I cant knock it.
She asked the lord why she livin, cause it ain’t making no sense.
She out here selling sex, trynna pay the rent
[x2]

YG feat. Short Dawg – Pillow Talkin

[Chorus:]
You, you
You told a bitch
Who told another bitch
Who told another bitch
That bitch, she a snitch

Niggas be pillow talkin
Niggas be pillow talkin
Niggas be pillow talkin
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

Homies, phonies
Homies, phonies
Homies Phonies
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

Homies, phonies
Homies, phonies
Homies Phonies
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

[YG:]
You told my bitch
About a bitch
That I fucked
Nigga What The Fuck?!
That ain’t no bro shit
That some hoe shit
When I found out who it was
I was like “Ohhh Shit! ”
Niggas pop a pill and their lips screw
Thought you was the homie
Well, that’s a bitch move
You want the bitch, bitch
Just let the bitch choose
But instead you shoot the homie down
That’s a bitch move
That ain’t never bool
Thought you was the homie though
Never ever would a homie
Do that shit, never no
Niggas ain’t real, niggas fake as fuck
Back stabbing nigga, uhhh
Niggas fake as fuck
Keep My name out your mouth
And keep your ass out my house
Cause you told my bitch
About a bitch
That I fucked
Nigga What The Fuck?!

[Chorus:]
You, you
You told a bitch
Who told another bitch
Who told another bitch
That bitch, she a snitch

Niggas be pillow talkin’
Niggas be pillow talkin
Niggas be pillow talkin
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

Homies, phonies
Homies, phonies
Homies Phonies
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

Homies, phonies
Homies, phonies
Homies Phonies
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

[Short Dawg:]
I hear them niggas hatin oon the sideline
What they doin?
Watchin me ball while they ride behind
They chicks trash and they bitter mine fine
Plus my money long than a twitter timeline
Yeah, and I’m the topic of discussion
Especially with these boppers that I’m cutting
They even cock blockin or they puffin
So you bet not mak them mad or…
(Or What?)
Niggas mouth get to runnin like bath water
You told another hoe
About some other hoe
From out in buffalo
That I smash a moth ago
You got a couple more
Talkin bout they heard things
All because she gave him no play, third string
He even told a broad the I serve lean
Like “Why you mess with Short?
He’s a syrup fiend
It’s fo sho you hatin, don’t mistake it
So when you come with all that
Bro talk I’m like no relations

[Chorus:]
You, you
You told a bitch
Who told another bitch
Who told another bitch
That bitch, she a snitch

Niggas be pillow talkin’
Niggas be pillow talkin
Niggas be pillow talkin
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

Homies, phonies
Homies, phonies
Homies Phonies
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

Homies, phonies
Homies, phonies
Homies Phonies
Stop mutha fuckin talkin

YG feat. Big Krit, Big Sean, Ty$ – In The Mornin’

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I’m twistin up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough

[YG:]
Wake up in the morning
For my bitch she fuck me back
After I nut she clean it up and the we count a stack
If you were around the corner
You could probably hear her moaning
I wake the neighbors up
Cause I fucking every morning
I’m a mutha fuckin gangsta
Got some straps up in the closet
In these streets is beef
So I keep the duce in my pocket
Even tho I’m on probation
Keep the blunt in rotation
Smoking some fire
Got it from my connect and he Jamaican
I’m just tryin to make a dolla outta 15 cents
So I hit the block
And straight pimp me a bitch, uh
My daddy told me nigga get it how you live
So it’s Money over bitches
Nigga that’s just what it is
Keepin it G til I die
To these bitches I lie
Walk out the mall
Looking so flyyyyyy
All I know my bank account
Got long ass digits
California weed
Counting cheese
Fuckin bad bitches

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I’m twistin up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough

[Big Krit:]
I’m tired talkin early morning fucking
Bed side sucking
Why you turnin on ya oven
I was pullin out and bustin on her
Back never in her cat
Never in between
If you gotta
Superbad bitch like mine
Shawty know what I mean
I’m talking slob on my nob like a pro
Zonin… blowing
She might never let it got
On the low
She’s a very freaky girl
Don’t say no to daddy
She get wet when I swang [?]
Dump it in my Cadi
She built like a thoroughbred
Ride like a glass house
Push on the pillow
She shake and shiver
And mad shy
Breakfast and champagne
Band and ass and titties
Kush and orange juice
Serving up and hella pimpin

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I’m twisting up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough

[Big Sean:]
Yea I wake up with hard dick
And the bitch you was dreaming about
She wake up to the realest nigga
That all of these hoes is dreaming about
I walk in the bank, I’m cleaning it out
Jewelry store I’m gleaming it out
I’m smacking these hoes
And then in skeet on their blouse
You keep your own homes
I’m just leasing them out
WESTSIDE!
And I don’t mean the fuckin coast
She screaming B.I.G
But it ain’t no fuckin ghost
The hoes that turned you down
Is the ones I fuck the most
I’m burning all this bread
So we might as well fuckin toast
Man these niggas looking at me
Like they hoes or something
Ya’ll are barely touching green
Ya’ll are holes in one
These niggas is hoeing cause
Damnit life’s a slut
But I bust a nut
And it’s no wonder why all
These niggas look like my oldest son
Too me say it ain’t
And that ghetto ass dealer man
Lighting purple haze you would of thought
I was chillin with Killa Cam
Goin around and around
And around and around
This shit it feelin like ceiling flans
I feel the hands feelin in my pants
Like “shut the fuck up hoe
And get in this van”,
I wake up

[Chorus: x2]
I wake up in the morning
Pull them panties to the side
And I’m twistin up that Cali
Cause you know I stay high

[x4:]
For my bitch to count my dough

YG – I’m Good

[Chorus:]
First off this beat bang
Ask around I’m the muthafuckin’ man
I’m ’bout to drop ten racks on a chain and
Find a pretty bitch that I can dip w/ in the Range

I’m good I put that on the hood I’m good [x4]

First off this beat bang
Ask around I’m the muthafuckin’ man
I’m ’bout to drop ten racks on a chain and
Find a pretty bitch that I can dip w/ in the Range

I’m good I put that on the hood I’m good [x4]

[Verse 1:]
Aye aye, I’m so straight the cops so crooket,
Clique full of soliders like No Limit,
Watch it, what you doing? Bitch gimme four mintutes,
All in a nigga grill like four Dentists
Ridin’ ’round solo got the money in the choke-hold
Whole head tattooed like a fuckin’ Cholo,
Never hate the next men nigga that’s a noo noo,
Got ya girl bouncin’ on my dick like a lowlow,
Mustard on the beat, mustard get a fuckin’ check,
I got bitches, take bitches nigga wanna bet?
Ice on my neck got ice in my ears hit the club
Niggas looking at me hella weird,
It’s YG 400 bitch get it right,
You at the club every weekend bitch get a life
Ever since she fucked w/ me she never been the same
Well got damn just blame it on my ding-a-langg

[Chorus:]
First off this beat bang
Ask around I’m the muthafuckin’ man
I’m ’bout to drop ten racks on a chain and
Find a pretty bitch that I can dip w/ in the Range

I’m good I put that on the hood I’m good [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Aye aye I’m so frooze the diamonds look so lemon
You should text ’cause my phone had low minutes,
Nigga’s need swishers so we at the store w/ it
If you don’t drop on the blunt then you don’t hit it,
Flyer than a eagle, ridin’ in a reagule,
Money over bitches nigga you don’t think we know
Pockets full of c-notes opps I mean p-notes
Bitch in the whip lookin’ hot like a cheeto,
Uhh Louie bag and a briefcase bitch,
I get money like a sweaptake, uh everyweek a nigga eat steak,
What’s dessert? shit I wonder how she taste
I don’t want her you can get her
Bitch you ugly like yo daddy Reggie Miller
Like Pittsburg bet I steal her
And fuck her in the whip brand new from the dealer

[Chorus:]
First off this beat bang
Ask around I’m the muthafuckin’ man
I’m ’bout to drop ten racks on a chain and
Find a pretty bitch that I can dip w/ in the Range

I’m good I put that on the hood I’m good [x4]

YG feat. Meek Mill – Im A Thug

[Hook: YG]
If you’re looking for me, nigga, come get me
Pu$haz Ink the label, yeah, they’re my niggas
You know she keep her nails done, her weave spiffy
Take it to the house and get jiggy
Nigga, I’m a thug, fuck the cops and judge

[Verse 1: YG]
Fresh off the block, I got work
And if you talking bout colors, well I got purp
The last girl I dated, that bitch got hurt
Put that on something – nigga, that’s on my turf
Riding in the whip, ri-riding in the whip
And if she ain’t fucking, then she flying off a cliff
Nigga never sleep, nigga never eat shrimp
She heard a nigga faithful – bitch, that’s a myth
I’m bout to bring the coast back, bout to bring the coast back
I be burning bread, yep, nigga go and toast that
Taking niggas’ bitches, better get your bitch Lojacked
Like a condom wrapper, nigga, get your ass tore back
One twenty on the dash, no seat belt
So motherfucking high, a nigga need help
Money over broke bitches, yeah a nigga mean that
That head was so good, a nigga felt it in his kneecaps

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Glock 40, posted, and I feel like a cornerback
Middle of the summer, I be out there where the corner at
Started with a eight-ball, then I bought a quarter back
Put a price on your head, nigga, I could order that
Cocaine-selling two time felon
Y’all niggas telling, fuck around we crack your melon
All this kush I be inhaling, y’all niggas be jealous
Bad bitch with me, buying shoes like Cinderella
She gon fuck the whole team; I be on lean
Sipping on purp, me, my nigga Dean
Pigeon in the kitchen, fresh off the triple beam
We get straight down to that money, no ifs ands are in between
I be rolling, nigga I be rolling
In this Panamera, whip that bitch like it was stolen
Prezzie on my wrist, thirty racks all going
And my neck all frozen; little nigga, I be holding, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: YG]
I got the shotgun cocked, right ready to go
I got your girl on my phone ready to ho
Y’all know niggas ain’t fucking with me
Y’all know my nigga Mustard on the beat

I got the shotgun cocked, right ready to go
I got your girl on my phone ready to ho
Y’all know niggas ain’t fucking with me
Y’all know my nigga Mustard on the beat

[Hook]

YG – I Like Head

[Chorus]
I ‘ont like hand jobs, bitch I like head [8x]

[Verse 1]
Fuck jacking me off girl, suck me slow
If the head good then you know we fuck fasho
I’m living that life as a young Star
Got them hoes getting dirty like junkyards
My nigga Mustard on the beat hoe
You know the routine, what I gotta speak foe
Now get down on your knees and tell the Lord
How much you love me, now run it back
Lil ratchet hoe, I ain’t fucking that
She know my girlfriend now that’s a fucking trap
The crazy things she do for a hunnet racks
Suck a hunnet homies up in the fucking back
Lil nasty where tf you went to school at?
Crenshaw High shit I shoulda known that
What that shit do?
She said her boyfriend packing, I got dick too truuuuuuu

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Don’t touch the dick, suck the dick
Excuse my mouth but fuck this shit
I go hard but go harder in the summer
Till my account got seven digits like my phone number
I don’t love ‘em I mistreat ‘em
Did her wrong ‘cause I didn’t need her
Dog these hoes I don’t feed ‘em, they ask me for advice
I mislead ‘em, back to the head girl
I need dumb throat, stop playing girl this ain’t jump rope
You be on & off I’m tryna be all in
Amber Rose the only bitch that look good bald head
I need all head no cuts
I need that good that make a nigga say “Holllllll’d up”
Fuck bitches stack Benji’s
Los Angeles County baby Ratchet City

[Chorus]

YG feat. Ty$ & Dj Mustard – I Got Bitches

[Verse 1:]
Uh, I got this chick name Merchant
She my mane squeeze
Got this girl name Mesha
She my midnight creep
I got bitches you niggaz ain’t foolin me
My boo thang Raven keep my strap in that Louis V
Got this girl name Faye she live across the way
Every time I need sex all I do is hop the gate
I had this girl name Kate she had tatts on her face
But when I stopped fuckin with her she turned gay
I got this chick name Bree she’s a lil me
I got this groupie girl named Takima
I let her fuck the [?]
Cause if you fuck with Mustard you gotta fuck with Raymond
In order to fuck with me you gotta fuck the team
And if you ever see me down, don’t feel bad for me
Cause I got two, two bitches name Chastity
Nigga don’t let her sit next to me causez poppin ecstasy
And gaming up your bitch is my specialty,

[Chorus: x2]
Cause I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
Yo girl she like me
Yo girl she like me

Whaoo ooo, Whaoo ooo oooo
Yayi Yay, Yayi Yay Yay

Whaoo ooo, Whaoo ooo oooo
Yayi Yay, Yayi Yay Yay! Yay!

[Verse 2:]
Got this girl name Renika She think I’m Pam
And every time we have sex she wanna do it again
Ay yo I fuck with they friends, but they can’t stop it
Cause I never give them dick again if they cock blockin
Got this girl name Britney always keep her with me
She always keep a couple grand stashed in her titties
I got this girl name Shalone she with it all
Little did you know she like to take dick in her jaw
Ahhh It’s Yung Joc Goin Down
Tell me why yo girlfriend got me on speed dial
I got the bitch name Roxanne she live in Bompton
And she know we eatin McDonalds if I’m payin
Got this that live in Corona she use to live around the corner
She give me money when I put the dick on her
Ahhh It’s Yung Joc Goin Down
Tell me why yo girlfriend got me on speed dial

[Chorus: x2]
Cause I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
Yo girl she like me
Yo girl she like me

[DJ Mustard:]
Whaoo ooo, Whaoo ooo oooo
{What’s yo Zodiac sign?}
Yayi Yay, Yayi Yay Yay
{What’s yo Zodiac sign?}
Whaoo ooo, Whaoo ooo oooo
{What’s yo Zodiac sign?}
Yayi Yay, Yayi Yay Yay! Yay!
{What’s yo Zodiac sign?}

Capricorn
Aquarius
Pisces
Ohhh
Aries
Capricorns
Geminis
Ohhh
Cancers
Leos
Virgos
Ohhh
Libra
Scorpio
Sagittarius
Ohhh

Ohh
Ohh
Ohh

Cause Yo girl She like me
Yo girl she wanna ride me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Ya’ll know what it is right?
It’s [?]

[Chorus: x2]
Cause I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
I got Bitches
Yo girl she like me
Yo girl she like me

Whaoo ooo, Whaoo ooo oooo
Yayi Yay, Yayi Yay Yay

Whaoo ooo, Whaoo ooo oooo
Yayi Yay, Yayi Yay Yay! Yay!

YG feat. Mac Miller – How 2 Make It In America

[Verse 1: YG]
Okay My Name YG And I Came To Play
Fuck, Then I Bust A Nut, N I Aim Her Face
Yeah I’m a Real Nigga, I Ain’t Got Time To Fake
The Glock Like A Fan, Ha Blow Ya Mind Away
I’m On My Grind Told My Momma Fuck A 9-5
I Get Money Fuck Bitches That’s My Alibi
I’m Laughing in Ya Bitches Pussy Like Hahahahahaha
But Anyways I’m Getting Paid, Yeah I get It How I’m Living
Treat The Game Like A Spider In My House, I Gotta Get Her
Okay Big Dick Bandit, Yeah Ya Bitch Know
We Outside Smokin That Indo, And My Momma Bends Em, An My Momma Bends Them
I’m a Keep Young Nigga, N My Momma Frenso
Give Her A Bottle Of Cirroc, N Her [?] Peeled
N If She Ain’t Fuckin Throw Her Out The Windshield

[Hook:]
Real Nigga, Real Nigga, I Ain’t Ever Lie
Change Hoes Like Channels Got These Bitches Televised
Here That Nigga Puff Puff, Now That Nigga Hella High
An I Can Show You How To Make It In America
How Ya Ride, How Ya Ride, On 24 Inches
Hotel Room We Keep 24 Bitches, yup This How I’m Living
Nigga Ya Never Change The Price, Living Fast [?]

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Uh, A 100 Thousand In The Briefcase, Like I Won A Sweepstakes
Party with Aristocratic Bitches Bring The Cheese Plate
I Really Am This, And It Just Seem Great
Weight Of The World On My Shoulders Till My Knees Break
Give Em’ E Pills, Tell Em Be Still
I Got Them Donuts For Ya n They Cream Filled
Got Them Expensive Flows And Extensive Flows
Designer Brands That You Never Own, A Second Phone That I’m Never On
Eating FiletMinOne From Her Resturaunt
And That’s Pussy, And I Prefer Money
Yeah It’s Mac Miller YG Fo Hunnid
So Hit My Up With That Dutch To Split
You Mad That Lil White Boy Fucked Ya Bitch
Never Time Ya Better Cuff Yo Chick, Cause She Ain’t Ever Gonna Get Enough Of This

[Hook]

[Verse 3: YG]
Okay I’m Riding Threw The City With The Top Down
That’s The First Day Of Summer Niggas Hot Now
I Got Bars That Put You On Lockdown
This Ain’t The Weight Room But My Niggas Got Pounds
I Hit The Block Then I Bounce
She A Young Nigga Gon’, Just Get Yo Bitch Quit Blowing Up My Phone
What The fuck Is going On, Tell That Bitch leave Me Alone
She Only Good When My Whipper In Her Thong
Okay I Meet A Bitch, Beat A Bitch
Fucked Her Then I leave A bitch
Fucked Her With The Lights Off She Ain’t Even See The Dick
N If She Looked Bad You Know I’m a Eat A Bitch
Now She All On A Nigga Like Cheetah Print
I’m On Mars N My Flow On Jupiter, Wrist Go Dumb But My Chain Go Stupider
I’m The Shit Bitch I Have Yo Niggas Stupider
Now Heavenly Father Please Protect Me From Lucifer

[Hook]

YG – Honestly

YG fo’ hundred! But you already know.
Stop tryna act like you don’t bitch, you we’re just at my house last night, the fuck?
Actin like you don’t know who I am and shit.
Ay Mustard man I swear to god I just wanna talk shit on this beat man, I swear man, it’s all I wanna do bro! Mustard on the beat hoe!

[Verse 1:]
It’s west side fo’ fingers
Hoes feenin’ I don’t want em
We got weed, bring sw bereishers hoe
Break em down and roll em hoe
Say I write like poet hoe
You ain’t even knowin
That I just just be flowin
I like weed ’cause we be flowin
Fuck nigga you ain’t on it
Yo bitch wanna fuck shutup
Bitch I got the burner
Slap that bitch like Ike Turner
Nigga don’t trip, you ain’t with that
I specialize in click clack
So you better beat that
Nigga just spit
I’m the man of my city
Run that bitch like P. Diddy
Always got some goons
Always always got some goons with me
Like a bad bitch with ass,
like a bad bitch with titties
Yup I like that, you like that?
Well just hit me on my Ichat.
I’m a bullcat so big I stay high but I’m bull doe
Smokin on a big red, eatin a bowl of bereal
With my nigga Mustard’ So catch up
You niggas weak.
On yo girlfriend face,
That’s where my niggas be

[Hook:]
I’ll eat it from the back
I’ll eat it from the front
I’ll eat it from the back
I’ll eat it from the front
I’ll eat it from the back
I’ll eat it from the front
‘Cause I swear I don’t give a fuck
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
Do you want it from the back
Or you want it from the front
‘Cause I swear I don’t give a fuck Ayy

[Verse 2:]
All day I’m in the studio trappin
Sometimes I sit back and think,
“what the fuck I’m doin rappin?”
Till my simple niggas was braggin
Sometimes I sit back and think
“Why all these bitches ratchet?”
I’m the captain of my team
I’m the boss, you’re a hoe
Yo bitch chill with me for the night
(That’s if I show)
If I hit it she gon’ snitch and let the whole world know
“Nigga say he fucked my bitch!”
So what? You is broke!
You a mmm You a bitch!
Then the homie beat yo ass
Yeah the homie said he ran up on you and socked yo ass
Nigga I’m the fuckin realist
Only fake niggas hate.
The homies be drug dealin
Hope they never catch a case.
I rep Pusha Inc. the label
Count money like mathematics
In a room with some weed
And bitches who acrobatic
Buddha room
What it roo
Shit I’m chillin with some bitches
When they come to me like Jet Li
These bitches wanna kick it!

[Hook]

Yeah, niggas should already know what it is, Pusha Inc the label.
Connected to money and bitches like cable all day 24/7 no sleep nigga, we up, all night, muhfucka.
Bitch better learn some. Bitch come over my house you better bring weed and burn some nigga.
Some real pimp shit goin on, west side fo’ fingas BIETCH act like ya know!

YG feat. Chris Brown, Tyga – Hell Yeah

She asked me if I wanted right there
I said: hell yeah!
Started kissing on my ear,
I said: hell yeah!
Then I told her like you know what,
We can do it in my rover,
You can get from the side,
Like the pistol in my holster,
She says she wanted it rough,
So I beat her up and I choked her,
Got that Dodge Ram dick,
Bitch I’ll leave that pussy dented,
That pussy ‘ll probably end up dead before I finish,
She be all at my mouth like the dentist,
Then she started playing with my balls like tennis,
No ties, no soo, no booper, I give her the business,
I got her saying “that’s my dick” like she had it rented,
Off my shit, you my bitch,
Now sit right here, and ride my dick.

[Chorus:]
She said daddy do you want some?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want in the chair?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want it in the kitchen?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want it in the bed?
I said: hell yeah!
Lady, say hell yeah!
Lady, say hell yeah!

Open up your legs, your thighs
Let a nigga go peek inside,
Don’t worry about where your car is,
I’ma get this dick to ride,
I know it’s Christmas eve,
I’ll fuck you under that tree,
Legs in the air that’s yo gift from me,
Rick James super freak,
Grab your waist and now let me eat
Pipe game I’m a beast,
You can say that I’m that mvp.
Mp3, same song go on repeat,
Suck your bottom lip and now climb on top of me!
I’m hard as a rock while I beat your butt like a pinata.
Says she love young money so I let her taste my dollar,
We fell asleep, wet dreams,
Her fantasies woke me up and she said..

[Chorus:]
She said daddy do you want some?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want in the chair?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want it in the kitchen?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want it in the bed?
I said: hell yeah!
Lady, say hell yeah!
Lady, say hell yeah!

She said: do you want it in the kitchen?
I say: hell yeah!
She said: right behind the dishes?
I say: hell yeah!
She said: do you want it on the floor?
I say: hell yeah!
She said: right behind the door?

[Chorus:]
She said daddy do you want some?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want in the chair?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want it in the kitchen?
I said: hell yeah!
Do I want it in the bed?
I said: hell yeah!
Lady, say hell yeah!
Lady, say hell yeah!

YG feat. 2 Chainz & Nipsey Hussle – Grind Mode

[Hook:]
Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I’m on grind mode
Put it in the pot, then I whip it with my eyes closed
Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I’m on grind mode
Stop check the watch like damn it where the time going?
I do it, I do it, bitch I do it, I do it
I said I do what I do it, bitch I do it I do it

[Verse 1: YG]
I’m a master with it
I’m with the click and we thick like fat bitches

I got the work in the pot, I got the work in the pot
Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot
Then I’m back on the block with my work in my sock
Ducking from the cops cuz a nigga got a Glock
Try to rob me then a nigga getting like (gunshots)

Riding real slow with a black ass tint
A nigga can’t stand no black ass bitch
Bitch I gotta fat ass dick, go hard on a bitch like a mad ass pimp
In the streets all day, nigga 24/7
Bringing niggas hell to the streets of heaven
I don’t preach nigga, I ain’t no reverend
But I’m about to blow like 9-11
Ten racks of cash in a nigga pocket
Shaquille O’Neil these niggas be blocking
The cops keep watching so a nigga gotta move
Yeah a nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do
Faker than I get, that’s just how a nigga live
Ass hole naked, yep that’s how I like my bitches
In the kitchen it’s a party in the kitchen, it’s a party
In that bitch celebrating cause we just cooked up some scarface

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2CHAINZ]
Told them off the rip I was ambitious
Got 2 or 3 cars full of bad bitches (truuuuee)
Make that pussy work, yeah bitch I got that work
Pot hit that fork then it’s stir stir stir stir
Grind mode, grind mode counting money blind fold
This right here is that real shit
That look like some rhine stones, rhine stones, rhine stones
We don’t like that fake shit
God don’t like ugly so you need to get a face lift
I display greatness, crib on 20 acres
Louie V’s on court side of the lakers
Please do not mistake us, my partner beat a murder trial
We ain’t seen shit we ain’t heard of y’all
Yeah I’m serving y’all niggas no ceramic
Paid 500 dollars for my sneakers (trueee)
Yeah I started with a Beemer, then I got a Porsche
I ain’t tryna front I fucked her on the porch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: NIPSEY HUSSLE]
Back to back in these Benzes, v12 in my engines
Riding around with my pistol, cuz if niggas try I’m gone kill ‘em
Fuck what niggas be talking about
I got long clips and I chalk em out
Poker face, I won’t talk about it
This war shit I’m all about it
Look, these niggas know, on my grind and I’m getting dough
Ain’t a place I ain’t been before
I’m buying real estate and getting 10 a show
No subliminals, I be fucking you niggas’ hoes
She look like a centerfold and she lick me like a envelope
I’m in control, in the game, in my zone, on any stage
And at this rate how I’m getting paid, I could be a millionaire any day
More money, more problems
Bought more guns so it’s no problems, bro keep it
And I’m so Slauson all money Pushaz we so poppin
In grind mode, grind mode
Used to do it for survival
In the spot with those blinds closed
I click choopaz on with my eyes closed
Flip 2 pounds bought 5 more
Hit the mall and bought fly clothes
Drop the tank then I shine more
150 thou is what I sign for now thats

[Hook]

YG – Get Money & Fuck

Get money and fuck, get money and fuck
All I wanna do is get money and fuck

[Hook:]
Get money and fuck, get money and fuck
Yeah all I wanna do is get money and fuck
Yeah I ride a bitch in the back
I got a room on the front
Yeah all I wanna do is get money and fuck
Get money and fuck, get money and fuck
All I wanna do is get money and fuck

Uh I got money like a boss girl
So come here fuck me like a boss girl
But I ain’t got a big belly though
I got a spanish bitch I brung her back from mexico
And even on the worse day
I’ve been blowing cake it’s my birthday
And even in the verse way
I if you a drunk I ain’t fuckin if she thirsty
Yeah niggas ain’t eatin, they like feed us
But I don’t hope for my just tell em name me Jesus
10 racks cash buy quadruple on my visa
Show them how I’m livin I show that bitch the tisa
Next day I’m on the flight get it to that doe
If I’m going anywhere I’m never going broke
YG will take your bitch they like no he won’t
I got the rolly now them haters like no he don’t

[Hook:]
Get money and fuck, get money and fuck
Yeah all I wanna do is get money and fuck
Yeah I ride a bitch in the back
I got a room on the front
Yeah all I wanna do is get money and fuck
Get money and fuck, get money and fuck
All I wanna do is get money and fuck

I get money, get money, get money
I buy four fives and nines when it get ugly
I got a model bitch I make her get slutty
Only time to hit this point is only luggy
Asking for a hand out you ain’t getting shit from me
I’m in the spot with six clocks and six buddies
That mean every nigga got a strap, every nigga got a clap pop pop pop
My louie belt cost six hundred
Which you stand at my dick for bitch sucking
I ain’t never gave a bitch nothing
Not a dollar or a bride in the fucking bucket [?]
My dick longer than a limousine
Ain’t tryin give the little homie triple life
Nigga what they do that at
Da lil homie put in work like he was getting a check

[Hook:]
Get money and fuck, get money and fuck
Yeah all I wanna do is get money and fuck
Yeah I ride a bitch in the back
I got a room on the front
Yeah all I wanna do is get money and fuck
Get money and fuck, get money and fuck
All I wanna do is get money and fuck

YG feat. Reem Rich & Riko – Westside 4fingaz

West side 4 fingaz hoes feenin I don’t
Want em
We got weed bring the swishers
Break em
Down and roll em hoes

I told them break em down yeah roll em
These ain’t ours we stoled themm
If the bitch ain’t fucking kick her off
My team like odom yeah I’m popping
Like script soda pay for 711 when I’m
Rolling upp mothafuck being sober I’m
So high bet the order I got bars like granolas

My pretty bitches bi polar
It had a to stank like it got ah odor
So fuck you pay me bitch that’s
What I told her so much papper
I need a folder I’m a death of this sh
No folder trunkss [?] yee I sold thorn
My nuts wanna walk I hold
Them got more plugs than
A tub when you trynah set the water
09 summer I was listenin to the
Carter crack cocaine
Yeaah nigguh I go harder
Send a parrot hood in town
I could preech your order
Nigguh copying the flow (yep) [x2]
Knida soda they just trynah
Be like a nigguh from California
Fuck with me bitch I rep
California I beat that pussy
Up till that pussy out of order

Pusha ink is the label them my
Nigguhs that’s my company
This ain’t no sissy role no
Lollipop shit my nigguhs suckafree
Best beleive she packed with a
Whole lotta ass if she fuckin with me
I’m charging 7 thousand 5 hundred
For a verse pay me nigguh ain’t nothing free

West side 4 fingaz hoes feenin I don’t
Want em
We got weed bring the swishers
Break em
Down and roll em hoes

It’s westside 4 finqaz 2 twisted in
The middle we out here
Getting money haters look
What ya’ll invented pusha inc
Mobster bad bitch smoking
Ganja pull up on a tonka
Lil nigguh big pockets
Lil nigguh be quiet I’m riding
Round bumping my shit

Me and jeezy we poppin
Just 2 young nigguhs on some
Fly shit (uh) first it was otiz
And now these nigguhs
Notice that’s my big bro and
He coaching yeah need you more
Like a side line spokes man
Yeah and you ain’t really
Poppin in yo city yous a sguare
These nigguhs swear what’s
A [?] to a bear
We givin nigguhs careers I
Do this here for my peers
2012 is our year I’m killing shit
I should have so many tattoo
Tears I’m higher than a lear
I’m higher than lear my
Nigguh please yee we countin geez
So stay yo ass home and listen
400 degreez

West side 4 fingaz hoes feenin I don’t
Want em
We got weed bring the swishers
Break em
Down and roll em hoes

YG feat. Tyga – Do It With My Tounge (Remix)

Bitch never had it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the
Bitch never had it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the back
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my tongue
Cause I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
and you gonna like it

It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
My old girlfriend say I make her feel young
Yikes, I’m like a plummer with the pipes
Girl I eat that pussy with a mouth full of ice
Them sheets you are laying on I’ma leave them soaked
Give you the chills baby make you kiss the holy ghost
Them sheets you are laying on I’ma leave them soaked
Give you the chills baby make you kiss the holy ghost
How you doing, what’s yo name
She say hi I’m tight, girl you so bad
I let you ride my face, so I can eat it from the back
Put your face in the pillow
If it tastes like Skittles then my face is in the middle
Or I let you ride me like a brand new jeep
She just turned 18, she my brand new freak
And for, all my college girl that like the way I look
I eat that pussy while you read your book, yeah

Bitch never had it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the
Bitch never had it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the back
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my tongue
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my tongue
Cause I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
And you gonna like it

Bitch stop it, punk the pussy hot topic
Leave the pussy on fire, I’m the firefighter
Hear the sirens, fucking neighbors think it’s violence
Fly nigga, never been a copilot
Too hard, on the eat pussy diet
You ain’t never had it, you should fucking try it
Yeah you should fucking try it
I been fucking since noon, bitch I’m fucking tired
Tongue diving, do your legs like Pilates
No hands, tell that bitch ghost ride it
She gives me Becky, 69 give her Bobby
In the sauna, hotter than wasabi
She gonna tickle in the middle
Got your clit ring ringing
Screaming in the fucking pillow
I ain’t coming till she finish
Coming pre, coming little
Know my job title, I give you the bizness

Bitch never had it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the
Bitch never felt it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the back
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my tongue
Cause I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
And you gonna like it

See I can do it like that, I can do it like this
Wait once i stop the beat give that pussy a kiss
Same nigga that can give you a hit
She been sex free for months, I can give you some dick
Yeah my teeth so colgate, you niggas so late
(why) Cause I’ve been in that pussy since 08
90’s baby we do what we wanna do
Here’s what she tell me when I asked her she was coming through
Back seat of the whip, back seat of the whip
I eat that pussy in the back seat of the whip
Damn, I’m fucking with this bitch pam
Got right in that pussy then I went ham
No, I ain’t trying to meet her fam
Cause if she ain’t fucking I’ma tell her bitch scram
Fuck with this baby we allstars like Converse
So Nasty, I do you on stage at my concert

Bitch never had it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the
Bitch never had it like that
Face in the pillow while I eat it from the back
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my
It ain’t no shame in my game I do it with my tongue
Do it with my, do it with my tongue
Cause I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
Girl I’m the pussy eater, the pussy eater
And you gonna like it.

YG feat. Dom Kennedy & Riko – Cali Living

[2x]
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause Im bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my Louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up

[YG]
Gucci bag with a Louis belt, you know I keep the glock by the stash in the shelf
Your money too short nigga use an L
Seen you the other day you was looking like you could use some help
just got to check for the shot now
Up in the store blow all the stock down
My mixtape dropped to hot now, oh thats the bitch you wanna knock down
yeah I’m a Fly nigga, but this Comp town
Disrespect the clique and get knocked up
If you cut back, chip in, One of your bulls gettin knocked down
(Ayeee) I am a fly nigger, I am a fly nigger
Ate some palmate, keep it pressy, yeah thats my nigga
Sippin on 40, just bought a 40
I am fucking with his bitch she say she 40
Told her I aced the minute she stayed
Shit Proly cause she eating that rolly
Got an issue nigger come press us
Grandma said a look goin bless us
We ain’t no students don’t test us
Cause that 9 bust more than my left nut
All my niggas with the extras
like movie clips and 400 dollar Air Max
Flight Club or the diamond store on … (ayye)

[2x]
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause Im bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my Louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up

[Dom Kennedy]
This money pursue that
You the man I never knew that
I walked up, my car starts
She asks me how you do that (uhh)
Nino brown to the new jacks
Head nigga of the new school, but I’m in another class
Spend old money on my new school
Yeah 2 hoes thats 3 bottles
Don’t call if you don’t swallow
Cute girls that roll weed, yeah thats my type of roll models
YG thats four figures
Niggers making six figure, we got all the bitches niggas
You got all the bitch niggas
Pusha inc. get OPM
Tell em come and get with us
Versace pillows everywhere, nigga come sit with me
I’m not really flossing, I’m just talking what I sing
Its not every day you’re stuffing 20 thousand in your jeans
I make music, I make money
Don’t let nothing come between
I drink head not norline, I get fresh like its routine
Yeah she know I do my thing, cuz I’m a legend on the west (uhh)
If you are gonna bring your gun, just make sure you got your vest

[2x]
I got my top down in my whip
Her hair blowing in the wind
I got my shades on cause im bent
She rolling up with no steam
I got my Louis bag duffled up, fuck with the squad
And throw it up I got my top down speakers bump
See me when I pull it up

YG feat. Casey Veggies & Shitty – Blunted

[Hook: Shitty]
Rolling Up a Big Ass Blunt
Bottle Of Ciroc Next To me
And I’m Bout To Get Stupid Drunk
My Bitch Got Stupid Butt
Better Holla If You See It
That Pussy Good
My Nigga You SHould Fuck
Look AT Her
Smoking On That OhhWee
I’m On My 4th Pack
Looking For A Bad Bitch That Can Do Me
Million Dollar Nigguhh
Type You See In The Movies
And after I hit I fade away like two-three

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
It’s Young Veggies
I Prefer To Just Get The Doe
18 But I’m Looking Grown
Cause I Did A lot
You Said A lot
My Chick Made Her Cherry Pop
So Proud She Make It Drop
Take It Down Like When I’m IN The Booth
Then I Strap It Up Then Air It Out
I Grind Fa SHo
Gone Find The Doe
I Open It Up
You Behind The Door
Run The City
Young Diddy
She On The Team
Playing Hard
Born 93
Done Take Me 10 Minutes
To Get iN Her Draws
Talk To Me Say It Quick
My Momma Know I MAke It Quick
So Trill BEfore The Deal
Walk In She Know The Drill
One Chance
I’m Gone Kill
We Pushas You Road Kill
Book One NIght At The Hotel
After That It’s Oh Well
She call me She Text me
She Run Up My PHone Bill
We Balling You Pressing
We SportCenter On Top 10
C.v And Y.g Got LA All Locked iN
Rapers iS Actors
Hoes Swagg Is So boxed In
Spit This To Get Rich
And Pull Up In Dropped Benz

[Hook: Shitty]
Big Ass Blunt
Bottle Of Ciroc Next To me
And I’m Bout To Get Stupid Drunk
My Wrist Got Stupid Bug [?]
Better Holla If You See It
That Pussy Good
My Nigga You SHould Fuck
Look AT Her
Smoking On That OhhWee
I’m On My 4th Pack
Looking For a Bad Bitch To Do Me
Million Dollar
Type You See In The Movies
And after I hit I fade away like two-three

[Verse 2: YG]
100 Pack Profit
200 Miles on the Dash
I’m on MY Way to the Cash
I Got A bad Bitch Driving
Look Like Stacy Dash
She Ain’t Got to Trip The Panormara Gotta Stash
Yea, a 100 Hunnin Pounds Of That OhhWee
Shit it Ain’t my Channel my Life Is like a Movie
Yg and Young Veggies Got the Groupes
And I’m The Plug so we Smoked about a Qp
Yea, 7grams all in the Blunt
Pour a 4 in a 20 now I’m drinking Mud
I LIke My Sprite Dirty and My Bitches Thick as Fuck
You KNow The type That Suck The Pipe Just to wake you up
Yea, I’ve been rapping since a young nigga
I went from rags to riches
Building bricks out of Crumbs Nigga
They Say MOney Is the Motivation
I Smoke an Oz a Day Even Though I’m On Probation

[Hook x2: Shitty]
Rolling Up a Big Ass Blunt
Bottle Of Ciroc Next To me
And I’m Bout To Get Stupid Drunk
My Wrist Got Stupid Bug [?]
Better Holla If You See It
That Pussy Good
My Nigga You SHould Fuck
Look AT Her
Smoking On That OhhWee
I’m On My 4th Pack
Looking For A Bad Bitch That Can Do Me
Million Dollar Nigguhh
Type You See In The Movies
[?]

YG feat. Tyga & Kurupt – Bitch Betta Have My Money

Bitch better have my money [x4]

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Bitch better have my money, money
Bring back a 100 take 20, 20
20 more minutes then I’m comin’
I could fuck you longer, but bitch I’m in a hurry
Hurry up, Usain Bolt to the money
Swear I’m the shit, everybody fly around me
Rap like hustle and you hustlin’ with dummies
I got a big ego, bitch don’t touch me
Fuck her for some money
Fuckin’ up the country
Pistol with the homies, you at home lonely
Call it my Macaulay, pokin’ white boobies
Fuck the, fuck the police, these niggas know they know me
50 for the Rollie, niggas ain’t brodies
Hoes got ‘em trippin’, cuffin’ like cufflinks
Don’t know where her tongue be
Rinse it in the fuckin’ sink
I don’t care what the bitch think, I just know one thing

[Hook:]
Bitch better have my money [x8]

[Verse 2: YG]
Bitch better have my money
If the bitch don’t, tell her bounce like a bunny
I don’t give a fuck bout what that bitch talking
She ain’t got the cash till that bitch get to walking
I eat, sleep, shit, think about them dollars
Pop a pill, pop a nigga, pop my collar
I’m poppin’ like a Tic Tac
Bitch you better get back
Funny looking bitch, who been fucking, Sinbad
I did that
Do it all, go big never small
Got a crib with a closet, you would think you at the mall
And I’m out, flight hoes
In her jaws like wisdom teeth
You hear the beat
I bet you they gone bang this in the Middle East
I been a freak
9th grade I was fuckin’ in the bathroom
I was fuckin’ at school like my house didn’t have rooms
My best friend is named Benjamin Frank
So bitch better have my cake

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Man this bitch better have my money
This bitch so smart, she nothing but a dummy
Bitch better have my moula
Fuckin’ round with a real nigga and his shooter
Lil’ duffle bag bitch
Make a nigga rich
Shut the fuck up
And jump on this dick
Nothin’ but a motherfuckin’ skank
Fuck what you talkin’ bout and fuck what you think
I need money, I need it real fast
I need it real bad like white girls need ass
Baby you can help me, break this dub
20 motherfuckin’ racks up up in the club
Club, up up in the front
That’s why I sent a bitch to get at each one
Triple top rank
Treat her like a bank
I don’t give a fuck what the bitch thinking
Bitch I’m just saying

[Hook]