( Intro )
Ahh, when I switch lanes. Tell them doors swing, arm out the window screaming money ain't a thing. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. While we switch lanes diamonds on my chain.Then run around the whole world all the hoes know my name. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang.
( The Game )
F*ck a nigga up, louis dough match the chucks. I'm in the clubwith raw nigga, 10 racks in a tub. Back it up like a u-haul, rake ass is up. Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck. Racks in my cornrows, all the more stupid. They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid. That's panarama's sick, Lupus. T-rawwww show them how we do it.
( Tyga )
Swiss signs do it, my new bitch. And new this peace like a Buddist. Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid. Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck. Arm out the window, another check, another rolex. Mo'less the mo' wet the mo' sex, I must say. I bought her the PJ, more than a piss test. So I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex try'na make up.
( The Game )
Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up. Bake, shooting my babies all on her make-up. I'm running trough all these hoes, wearing Jacobs. Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs. Eat it from the club, rather fuck hoes instead.
( Intro )
Ahh, when I switch lanes. Tell them doors swing, arm out the window screaming money ain't a thing. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. While we switch lanes diamonds on my chain.Then run around the whole world all the hoes know my name. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang.
( Tyga )
Never tell a bitch, I love her. Money talk Chris Tucker. Got a chauffeur and a driver. I don't lease it imma buy it. I'll be on the broke diet. You ain't eating but you biting in my style. Motherfucking strike, light-lightning.
T-Carti my bitch like Bugarri. I walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart me. Spent 30 racks Imma make it back tomorrow. Pull up with a bit titty bitch like Toccara.
( The Game )
You ain't never seen a 'rari', look like safari. Tiger rotten shotgun, snake bend tardi ? Air, i'm in them like airs. 2500 niggas call thems Nikes rare. See them niggas hating but I don't really care. Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches like flares. Snow on my wrist call that rollie big bear. See it in the light though ( woah ) big flare.
( Intro )
Ahh, when I switch lanes. Tell them doors swing, arm out the window screaming money ain't a thing. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. While we switch lanes diamonds on my chain.Then run around the whole world all the hoes know my name. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang.
( The Game )
Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the phantom. Bitches screaming A, we're no where near Atlanta. Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner. Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winner. Rollin up Virginia, I mean that bejaina ?
Get lost in that pussy, nigga you'll never find her. Eat it like lasagna, eat it like enhander? Shout out to my nigga Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna.
( Intro )
Ahh, when I switch lanes. Tell them doors swing, arm out the window screaming money ain't a thing. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. While we switch lanes diamonds on my chain.Then run around the whole world all the hoes know my name. Call it automatic bang, bang, bang. Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang.
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