TYGA - Money And Liquor lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

It's that young beasty nigga

Brrr-hah stick em

It's still no fitteds, Dupont finish

Courtside tickets?,

Purple like Grimace

Roof pop like titties

Pound sign - sit your ass down, bitch, I'm busy

I'm balling like a bitch - all-blue Ken Griffies

Use the chicken rotisserie, squeeze the? to your lemon

Everything I do new, nigga, cut the red ribbon

Give me space to the left

Leave your face indented

There's too many women, why this niggas out there starin?

Raw Mclaren, boy flier than a parrot

Me and that money got a merit

I was the first to pop her cherry

[Hook: Tyga]

Now it's big living, fast cars, model women

Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Type of nigga

Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women

Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Young Gudda nigga

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]

Stay young Gudda nigga

Fuck them other niggas

Stumbling from the liquor

Throwing money at the strippers

Promethazine mixer, Codeine sipper

Ring on my pinky looking like the Big Dipper

Money talks, we speak often

Murking the beat, we gon need a coffin

Got a freak riding shotgun

She rolling hard on the pink dolphin

Young nigga, but the money is old

Big estates, the money don't fold

Jewelry box full of colorful shit, but

Everything on my neck is gold

Get in it, let's finish it

You talk shit, I live this shit

She love a nigga to death, so when I'm

In the pussy, I kill the shit

Money flowing like a river

I buy the bar out, I mix the money with the liquor

Nigga!

[Hook: Tyga]

Now it's big living, fast cars, model women

Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Type of nigga

Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women

Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Young Gudda nigga