Tyga — Get Big

DJ Active, Let's do it! Uh (Young Money) (W-w-well done) O-Okay it, Okay, okay it's, Okay It's too many bitches too many niggas hatin' Red seat racing now my car name Satan Ray Finkle, you a bitch I got ya girl naked Chrome heart, hard to love easier to hate me Okay Its too many bitches too many niggas hating Red seat racing now my car name Satan Ray Finkle, you a bitch I got ya girl naked Chrome heart, hard to love, easier to hate me I fucking hate clowns kill em like Jason Burner, yea I Pack-trick like Swayze Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani I rep California but not like Katy Peary Middle school ghetto girls used to chase me Now I’m big now they weigh me on the Richter Scale baby Put ya hands down fuck opponents and opinions All the girls love me wrap my dick up with a ribbon Yeah I'm on it when it's business when I'm chillin' you can kick it And my shoes are armadillos Louis Vuitton’n on you niggas Spizzikes, J's Air walkin' on the flizzite Gettin’ head tight when ya high off in the Skizzye Attendants say I'm tripping You don’t hear the captain speaking? I ball all week bitch you barely get weekends Every show sold, promoted on Twitter Fresher than a baby got her standing the acrylic Souvenir this motherfucker high school yea they did it Best dressed ahhwww, niggas ain’t ahhhww shit to me Dear Lord bring the Epiphany Then let it rain hell flames on my enemies Don’t, be gettin' caught where you shouldn’t be Everything ain’t a house party with the silly strings Beat the b-b-beat to the white meat You niggas can't see me, like mice feet Head sprung one dose of me’ll have your mind gone Chase it with some blue Ciroc now you in the cyclone Lost in the ozone ain’t you baby 100 things to do before you die let me show you baby Gotta watch ya back these days Count a million in ya faces spend it in a day G-(Gotta) watch ya (back these) days Count a million dollars then I (spend it in your face nigga)