[Intro-Tyga]: How you gon' hate on me in the Club?
N***a I ain't even in the Club, Hahahaha

[1st Verse-Tyga]: (We-Well Done) Ha! Killin N***a's, Last Kings
Get'em Roll up on'em, In a Bentley Mothafucka
Go Realer or Go getter
Go get a Hoe N***a, Betta Hold your's N***a
I'm Sick, Throw Up-Throw Up This Liquor
Mo Money I got it, Bitchex They Problems
That to me, Yeah They Bout it
Master P., So Many Albums
Unreleased, Sh-Shit in my Closet
Louis Vuitton && Bloody Bottoms
Bitchex Spot'em, Yeah I'm Stylin
T-Tyga Prolly Fly, No Mileage
Cheah I put them Bitchex on it
(Ahh!) California Man, Gold on my License Plate
Ladies Man Lady, I know wat them Bitchex Like
Little Mike, Mike && Ikes, Candy Colored Cup of Ice
Out of Site, Out of Mind, She qon' Spend tha Nite but don't Waste my Time
I'm 2 Miles Away from the Hollywood Sign
King of the Hill, N***a don't Look Down
Party at Polo House Right Now
All these Bitchex on the Prow. (Ahh)
Look at my Flow, Look at my Eyes
Tell me what you see, Don't Lie
Mothafukin G, R to the E, A to the T, E-S-T
Last King, Look at my Ring
Tell that Bitch to get off my thing
My Girl in here && she off that Drink I'm off that Mink
Fur, Murder, Swerve && Make the Jet Skii do a Hurtle
You's a Mothafuckin Turtle, Knock you down like Burtle Uhh
Straps on my Side like Urkel, Boy I'll Hurt ya, Turn ya Face Purple
N***a's wanna Talk, But ya Convo Worthless
These Converse Yeah, All Black Chuckers
I'm dat N***a, (Yep) You jus a N***a. (Yep)
One Mo Year, Yeah I'ma be Bigger
Don't Call me Tigger, Jack the Riper
RIP this Beat then I eat you for Dinner
(Ahhch!!)
I'M DONE!