Well Done Lyrics - Dj Drama

[Chorus - Tyga] 

Tell them bitches I'm the man 

Money over bitches nigga that's the plan 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

Niggas said they ballin', they in the stands 

If it ain't about business, don't shake my hand 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

[Verse 1 - Tyga] 

Pop a, motherfuckin' man 

Walker clear the way, it's an ambulance 

Fire truck get to the fire in advance 

Hot flow I just I just gave the track a tan 

Ain't a damn thing, we poppin' champagne 

Girl say they choosin' rootin' for the other team 

I put her in the 'vibe', like the magazine 

You see it's rainin' hundreds, cash get the cream 

The cream get the money, the money make her scream 

Nothin' personal it was just a quick fling 

But now im back to me, paper off the shelf bitch 

She just wanna get drunk, get fucked, taste dick 

Maybe make a new friend, get in Benz with him 

This ain't no simple life, you dancin' with a star bitch 

Yeah, so keep my spotlight bright 

'Cause I'ma be in it all night 

[Chorus - Tyga] 

Tell them bitches I'm the man 

Money over bitches nigga that's the plan 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

Niggas said they ballin', they in the stands 

If it ain't about business, don't shake my hand 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

Everything I do well-well-well-well done hoe 

[Verse 2 - Tyga] 

All about my paper ain't another feelin' greater 

Came up like elevators, now I ball like a Laker 

They like my freestyles, but they gon' have to pay me 

Candy red 'Maro tell them bitches now or later 

6 speed brand new car smell flavored 

Look up in the sky, thank God that we major 

It's tax to be made, world full of danger 

So we gon' count it underneath the table to be safer 

Ace paid in full, all hundreds big jewels 

Stones kinda heavy, Slick Rick the rule 

Gotti got a 'Nali, man the raws in the groups 

See me Pauly out the roof 

Son flyin' in the coupe 

She love it 'cause the feelin' fuckin' on a million 

Fly you in the mornin' right now, we chillin' 

Stuck in the moment, then she back to her life 

I'm back to the money, 'cause money my life