Tyga, bitch. (Oh oh oh) Yeah, Tyga-man, Gator, GED. '07's a great year. And uh, '08's gonna be a one.
Hey, hey, what's going on in the world Can it be a way I my age? Like, hey mama, my way, Heard you up good, baby, Be my maid, Oh, you got a Black? car, Pick one, plenty in my shopping cart, But no piece of meat can my heart, I'm in a veggie-race, All I eat is cake, If I away, It'd be the last thing I ate, Oh my my, signs, alive! Frankenstein! Tyga, I'm, Einstein, crimes, guy, I'm them angels tired, My talk, Baby like at my fucking dial!
Gettin,' gettin,' Every, day, I'm, Gettin,' gettin,' Every, day, I'm, Gettin,' gettin,' Every, day, I'm, Gettin,' gettin,' Every, Every
Hey, yo, how you doing? My is Gator All around the room, I be that paper, Boy oh boy, I to spin this, chick, and the tin it, then I it, I for that spinach, and it you feel like I'm trippin,' (I'm not) 'Cause you ain't taking the trips I'm trippin,' (I'm here) No nightmares, is Christmas, buy you what you want, bitch, Lay off the shit-list, I'm and gettin,' And don't you this, Every that I see, my niggas pop bottles in the VIP, 'Cause you know no better, But to get cheddar, Hauntin' day, Yeah, forever Money, money, money, Yeah, my schedule, You too cheap, You talk to
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Every, day, I'm, Gettin,' gettin,' Every, day, I'm, Gettin,' gettin,' Every, day, (Oh, oh) I'm, Gettin,' gettin,' Every, Every
I'm getting dollar, I could do it with closed, And I'm waiting on check to come, When it get here motherfuckers crazy, Like the ten-thousand-aire, I ain't hurtin' when I put it in the air, Them self-made out of your age, the old-head to go to bed, 'Cause I don't hear your highness, I cheese when I sing, Why Z, is skill grade of a G? I'm on tour, Haters, you where to find me, Haters, you where to find me,
(Hey, you this ain't right, Tyga. This right, man.)
Gettin,' gettin,' Every, dollar