[Verse 1:] Word on the street I got gold bricks Put kinggold chains on yo bitch Let'her cry for me, that's hooty and a blowfish She gon blow dick til she pop, how many licks? Blow this popsicle, stand quick Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley Hothead trigger nigga, don't tempt me Make that ass shake like a Wendy's frosty (frost bit) In the middle week, Jebediah I'm the great Alexander Empire Bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant On the highest level, top of mount Zion She said she never fucked me, but she's lyin Team so strong, could've been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it! Two tears nigga in a bucket You don't like me and bitch I love it Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage Fuck that bitch, she'll never get a lover Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers You ain't even do shit, I'm the coach that's coolest T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent Probably the best to do this
Ho I ain't gotta prove shit The proof's in the bank bitch Do this shit for my kids' kids In the papadoce, you don't even know what that is nigga
Word on the street I got gold bricks Word on the street I got gold bricks
[Verse 2:] Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened So doctor, this ain't Broadwayin Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin Most hated cuz the crib most gated Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated Your cars pass through expiration Second to none, no offense, none taken Stick up, I'm hijakin em back I'm the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap Flow god, that is so hot Step on yo back bitch Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad Lougin at the pack T-Raw the best rapper in there and I'm flexin 600 grand on my lap Instagram, take the pilot jet ready That's an instant plane Fuck yall, niggas couch mane Actin ashamed, don't be a slave Put yo check on the table By the end of the days paid hey hey Blake fair at the world fair, fuck fair When them near smell roast in the air Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat? That's me with the big ass gat It's a sabertooth Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash No pork on my plate, nigga still goin ham
Word on the street I got gold bricks Word on the street I got gold bricks
Word on the street I got gold bricks
Compositores: Michael Stevenson (Tyga), Jess Reed Jackson (Jesse Jackson) ECAD: Obra #37567342