作词 : Tyga/YG

作曲 : Tyga/YG

Uh-oh

I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I **** top ten bitches, you **** bop

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show

Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby

You know I'm in the bitch, thugged out off the liquor

Straight tequila shots so it's ****in' up my liver

Shout out 800, that's my mother****in' hitter

That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my mother****in' nigga

Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps

On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block

****in' on your bitch, she was actin' like a bop

That's why them busty niggas hate me, off top

**** Clark Kent, we ain't into savin' hoes

We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose

My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls

With that Off-White on and some all white toes

Lamborghini black, Maybach and a Rari'

Westside shit, might pull up on Harley

T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly

House niggas, y'all ain't never outside, sorry

I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I **** top ten bitches, you **** bop

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show

Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby (Four-hundred)

I don't **** rats no more, I'm at the top (Top)

Send me the addy, you know it's gon' pop (Pop)

Bitch, take a look at the sip and don't flock (Flock)

She bouncin' on my dick, man, this bitch got hops

Uh, money in my palm and her pussy got my hand on it

Got a lil' tired, then I— (What?), put my man on it

Trampoline green, how the bitch just land on it?

Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it

Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun

Niggas don't sleep, I'm a beast where I'm from

Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (Ugh)

Platinum in my teeth and it cost a honey bun (Sweet)

Jack in the box, tell these clowns that it's up (It's up)

Niggas actin' tough (Tough), I'ma call bluff

I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ, but I had enough (Nigga)

And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga

I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I **** top ten bitches, you **** bop

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show

Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby

I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I **** top ten bitches, you **** bop

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show

Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, bab