Put On For The Game

[Verse 1: Tyga] I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams And I was just a boy like killer cam But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp But it gets worse, how would you feel Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk After I'm all working your girlfriend purse Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha? Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying Guess not, bet not they won't near us Fear us, Y.M squadron Young bloods Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club While you getting bub, I'm getting pub These songs I mean, these songs be mean Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities I got the holy spirit, but no father son [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Now everybody know I'm shinning in the coupe, No roof while I'm shitting on em Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son Young nigga, got my money running like Barry Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Dedication 3 I feel like these mothafuckas better know we next I will like but never love them H-O-E-S I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch I'm on my so mean shit, you don't know me bitch I do it for those who done it before me bitch My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece bitch Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all I'm a kill em all, murder them pussy hoes I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough And it takes a lot of paper to book a show You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee And numbers don't lie, yeah Yea better hope your math is right We take your body for a sacrifice You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife I put on for them bitches, On On for them bitches I put on for them bitches, On on I Put on for them bitches, On on I put on Onnnnn