Tyga, YG - Platinum

Tyga, YG - Platinum

Oh, oh

I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show

Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby


You know I'm in the bitch, thugged out off the liquor

Straight tequila shots so it's fuckin' up my liver

Shot of 800 that's my mothafuckin' hitta

That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my mothafuckin' nigga

Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps

On that gang shit but we done made it off the block

Fuckin' on your bitch she was actin' like a bop

That's why them busted niggas hate me off top


Fuck Clark Kent we ain't into savin' hoes

We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose

My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls

With that off-white on and some all-white toes

Lamborghini black, Maybach and a 'Rari

West Side shit, might pull up in a Harley

T-Raw got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly

House niggas, y'all ain't ever outside, sorry