i’m on it lyrics – tyga

“i’m on it”
(with chris brown)
(feat. lil wayne)

i’m on it, i’m on it
i’m on it, i’m on it
if we talkin’ bout money b*tch

[tyga – verse 1]
snap back chiller
gold chain n*gg*
snaps no tigger, tyga b*tches
hundred proof liquor
live no liver
theres hoes on this m*th*f*cking strip, stripping
a n*gg* no different
so we hold the heat though
smash on the b*tch 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 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


[tyga – verse 2]
raise h*ll boy h*ll yeah i’m hot h*llo
boy yellow, but my b*tch 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 n*gg*s is loud in the lobby they can’t turn us down
have have a drink drink drink, some coke and a smile
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


[lil wayne]
be-best rapper c.e.o.
fine as wine flow
pinot grigio
n*gg*s cant 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 p*ssy to smell
like yea imma libra like put that on a scale
new orleans n*gg* with my d*ck up in my right hand
young money n*gg* 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 cha flight plan

i’m on it..i’m on it..tuneche!..yea..soowoo…soo woo trill

/ tyga lyrics