I'm On It

[Tyga] I’m on it, I’m on it I’m on it, I’m on it If we talkin’ bout money bitch [Verse 1: Tyga] Snap back, chin up, gold chain nigga Stripes no Tigger, Tyga bitches Hundred proof liquor, live no liver There's hoes in this muthafucka straight trippin' A nigga no different, so we hold the heat though Smash on the bitch, brains lookin' like meatloaf The ho know me close she lyin', Leos Pedigree and swag is so cold, zero Hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina Life is a bitch better know how to treat her I don’t get in between, my goal be to win Young Money Heisman, rookies of the year, bitch [Hook] [Verse 2: Tyga] Raise hell boy, hell yeah I'm hot - hello Boy yellow but my bitch black from the ghetto Put the flow in a pot, watch the shit sizzle You grillin' me, better breakfast McGriddle I ain’t finna slow down, keep runnin' your mouth I’m runnin' the real estate, party in the fuckin' house My niggas is loud in the lobby they can’t turn us down Have a drink, drink, drink some Coke and a smile No clown, but I hit the party then I’m out I run town all day, twenty-four miles One fifty on the dash, can’t even count Keep fuckin' bitch, ain’t shit to talk about [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Be-best rapper, C.E.O Fine as wine flow, Pinot Grigio Niggas can't fuck with me Neither bitches, neither hoes Life is a motherfucking gamble, Peter Rose Momma taught me well, kush and the L Paper everywhere like books just fell More money to make, more pussy to smell Like yeah I'mma a Libra, life or death on a scale New Orleans nigga with my dick up in my right hand Young Money nigga, money longer then a lifespan Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand Flyer then a bitch and you ain’t even got your flight plan I’m on it, I’m on it Tunechi, yea, soo woo Soo woo, trill, hahahaha, yeaaa