Tyga feat. Offset

Songtekst

DA

Slide on a pimp game
With my pinky ring
Lotta gang, lotta bitches
And a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich
That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip
No baggage claim
Whole lotta styles
Can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style
See you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it
Like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics
I'm the middleman

Walk, talk it like a boss
I just lift the hand
Three million cash
Call me Rain Man
Money like a shower
That's my rain dance
And we all in black
Like it's Gangland
Say the wrong word
You be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch
Like a spray tan
Aw, Mister What Kind Of Car He In
In the city love my name
Nigga, I ain't gotta say it

Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
Fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same
Like Mary-Kate

Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
Let you get a taste
Taste, taste
Do you love the taste
Yeah, that's cool
But he ain't like me

Lotta girls like me
Niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked
Like a fuckin' Nike
Me not icey
That's unlikely
And she gon' suck me
Like a fuckin' Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck
For the whole team
And I feel like Gucci
With the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty
Not the Maybelline
I'm the black JB
The way these bitches scream

Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E.
Say yadadadamean

Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
Fuck what a nigga say
It's all the same
Like Mary-Kate

Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
Let you get a taste
Taste, taste
Do you love the taste
Yeah, that's cool

Offset

Yeah, I'ma put the drip
On the plate (Drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier
Niggas imitate (Ice, ice)
Aye aye, feed me grapes
Maybach with the drac' (Grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith
Got this shit from bae
Diamonds up to par
The cookie hittin' hard (Hard)
The Rari sit in park
I'm at it on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells
We gon' always hit the target (Blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell
Poppin' out the cartridge (Pop it)
3400 Nawfside
Charles Barkley (Nawf)
Four eight eight
Ferrari
Make her get on top of me
And ride me like a Harley (Ride)
She wanna keep me company
And never want depart me (No)
Depart me, yeah
Fishtail in the parking lot
I don't kick it with these niggas
Cause they talk about ya (Yeah)
And I got the fire
Don't make me spark it out ya (Fire)
Yeah, keep it in my back pocket
Like it's a wallet
Like the way she suck it
Suck it like a Jolly (Whoa)
Stack it up and put it
With the whole project (Racks)
And she got the Patek
On water moccasin (Water moccasin)
I'm rich in real life
I get that profit, copy (Hey)

Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
Let you get a taste
Taste, taste
Do you love the taste
Yeah, that's cool
But he ain't like me

Taste, taste
LA, you can get a taste
Taste, taste
Miami, you can get a taste
Taste, taste
Oakland, you can get a taste
Taste, taste
New York, do you love the taste
Taste, taste
Chi-Town, you can get a taste
Taste, taste
Houston, you can get a taste
Taste, taste
Portland, you can get a taste
Taste, taste
Overseas, let them bitches taste
Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
She can get a taste
Taste, taste
Do you love the taste
Taste, taste
Worldwide they gon' get a taste