Day One Lyrics - Tyga

500 grand, eat lobster tails 

Hope the niggas got what for sale 

So much money, no fingernails 

Wide body, engine and a tail 

Chrome lips, V12 

Kiss the king but don't kiss and tell 

So many rings, need a Jordan deal 

T-Raw's, it ain't all for sale 

Just bought a swiss account 

Hunneds stay the same at this amount 

LK, show you what that's about 

Hard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce 

Fuck around, drop out of class 

Made millions now, my teacher mad 

She need a job and I give her that 

Young nigga with big stacks 

Buy my style and ain't gave it back 

How you think brought you the raw rap? 

How you think taught you the phantom rap? 

Gold plates, I'm reflectin that 

Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace 

This ain't a race but I'm first place 

I never fucked with you in the first place 

We on a different pace, nigga so long 

I ain't the nigga you could hold on 

Ride the wave or just float on 

Get off my back, I'm tryna lead on 

Always home when the heat's on 

When it's cold shoulders niggas be gone 

Niggas be gone 

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I'm still the same nigga, same bitches we know 

No difference, been me since day one 

Real nigga since day one 

Cuz I ain't promised day two 

Talkin bout what I'm going through 

But who the fuck aksed you? 

I'm still the same nigga, same bitches we know 

No difference, been me since day one 

Real nigga since day one 

Cuz I ain't promised day two 

Talkin bout what I'm going through 

But who the fuck aksed you? 

Asked you, asked you 

Asked you, asked you 

Asked you, asked you 

But who the fuck asked you? 

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Who dat be? Who dat be? 

Who dat be? That's me bitch 

Who dat be? Who dat be? 

Who dat be? That's me bitch 

Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line 

I murder them motherfuckers every time 

Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line 

I murder them motherfuckers every time 

It's a thin line between love and hate 

A thin line between real and fake 

Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake 

She gon make it clap, vibrate 

Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space 

I'm the one you face and don't hesitate 

See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it's Pac mane 

Do it under one tape, what you say? 

T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame 

Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me - that's accessory 

Don't be sassin me 

How do you have the audacity? 

Want a verse gotta bring cash to me 

I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me? 

Have yo head where yo feet should be 

Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV 

Ain't no breaking me, breaking news that's me 

Headline, we can go head up 

Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea 

He a crazy ape man, I'm turnt up to ten 

Fuck with me, commence and repent 

Mill to the king 

Came from the block, little hardknock 

Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it 

You ain't made shit, you complainin (stop complainin) 

Who dat be? Who dat be? 

Who dat be? That's me bitch 

Who dat be? Who dat be? 

Who dat be? That's me bitch 

Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line 

I murder them motherfuckers every time 

Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line 

I murder them motherfuckers every time 

Who dat be? Who dat be? 

Who dat be? That's me bitch 

Who dat be? Who dat be? 

Who dat be? That's me bitch 

Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line 

I murder them motherfuckers every time 

Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line 

I murder them motherfuckers every time