Текст песни Tyga feat Lil Wayne - I'm On It

[Hook: Tyga]
I’m on it, I’m on it
I’m on it, I’m on it
If we talkin’ bout money b*tch

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Snap back, chin up
Gold chain n*gga
Stripes no tigger, Tyga b*tches
Hundred proof liquor
Live no liver
There's hoes in this muthaf*cka straight, trippin’
A n*gga no different
So we hold the heat though
Smash on the b*tch brains looking like meatloaf
The ho know me close she lying, Leo’s
Pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
Hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina
Life is a b*tch better know how to treat her
I don’t get in between, my goal be to win
Young money heisman rookies of the year
B*tch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot hello
Boy yellow but my b*tch black from the ghetto
Put the flow in a pot watch the sh*t sizzle
You grillin’ be? Better BreakFast McGriddle
I ain’t finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I’m running the real estate, party in the f*cking house
My n*ggas is loud in the lobby they can’t turn us down
Have a drink drink drink some coke and a smile
No clown, but I hit the party then I’m out
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can’t even count
Keep f*cking b*tch, ain’t sh*t to talk about

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O
Fine as wine flow, Pinot Grigio
N*ggas can't f*ck with me
Leave the b*tches,Need the hoes
Life is a motherf*cker gamble, Peter Rose
Momma taught me well, Kush and the L
Paper everywhere like books just fell
More money to make, More pussy to smell
Like yea I'm a Libra, life or death on a scale
New Orleans n*gga with my d*ck up in my right hand
Young Money n*gga money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a b*tch and you ain’t even got ya flight plan

I’m on it, I’m on it, Tunechi!
Yea, Soo Woo, Soo Woo Trill
Hahahaha, yeaaa