I'm On It Lyrics

[Tyga:]
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money bitch

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Snap back chiller
Gold chain nigga
[? ] no tigger, tyga bitches
Hundred proof liquor[? ]
Live no liver
There's hoes on this motherf*cking strip, stripping
A nigga no different
So we hold the heat though
Smash on the bitch brains looking like meatloaf
The hoe know me close she lying, Leo's
Pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
Hop in Medino, oops I meant Medina,
Life is a bitch better know how to treat her
I don't get in between, my goal be to win
Young money heisman rookies of the year

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Raise hell boy hell yeah I'm hot hello
Boy yellow, but my bitch back from the ghetto
With the flow watch it pop, sizzle
You feeling me, better break fast mc griddles
I ain't finna slow down, keep running your mouth
I'm running the real estate, party in the f*cking house My niggas is loud in the lobby they can't turn us down
[DJ TAGS]
I run town all day 24 miles
150 on the dash can't even count
Keep f*cking bitch, ain't shit to talk about

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Be-best Rapper C.E.O.
Fine as wine flow
Pinot Grigio
Niggas can't f*ck with me
Leave the bitches, 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 p*ssy to smell
Like yea I'm a Libra like put that on a scale
New Orleans nigga with my dick up in my right hand
Young Money nigga money longer then a lifespan
Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
Flyer then a bitch and you ain't even got cha flight plan

I'm on it... I'm on it... Tuneche!... yea... SooWoo... Soo Woo Trill
Hahahaha,
Yeaaa

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