Luyện nghe bài hát I'm On It

I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' money bitch

- Verse 1]
Snap chiller
gold chain
snaps no tigger, tyga
proof liquor
live no
theres on this muthafucking strip, stripping
a nigga no
so we hold the heat
smash on the bitch brains looking like
the hoe know me she lying, Leo's
pedigree and swag is so cold,
hop in Medino, oops I Medina,
life is a better know how to treat her
I don't get in between, my be to win
money heisman rookies of the year

[Tyga - 2]
Raise boy hell yeah I'm hot hello
boy yellow, but my bitch back the ghetto
with the flow it pop, sizzle
you me, better break fast mc griddles
I ain't slow down, keep running your mouth
I'm running the estate, party in the fucking house
my niggas is loud in the they can't turn us down
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I run town all day 24
150 on the dash can't count
keep bitch, ain't shit to talk about

[Lil
Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine
Pinot
cant fuck with me
Leave the bitches, the hoes
Life is a motherfucker gamble, Peter
Momma taught me well, and the L
Paper everywhere like books just
More money to make, More pussy to
Like yea imma like put that on a scale
New Orleans nigga my dick up in my right hand
Young Money nigga money longer then a
go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a and you ain't even got cha flight plan

I'm on it..I'm on it..Tuneche!..yea..SooWoo...Soo Woo
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