Young & Gettin It Lyrics - 187 - Tyga

OK I go to sleep in the mornin', been countin' money all night 

I did it all on my own so these cars I'm gon' buy 

Them niggas hated on me, I was all the way in Dubai 

Gettin' lambo doors sky high, told that bitch, bitches know Ty 

Red rum, murder gang, these niggas gay like Novacane 

My niggas gutta like bowling lanes, like Pedro they go for me 

Two Asian bitches, they siamese, so high a nigga look Chinese 

She bite the head like Ozzy, Freddy Krueger money you only see in your dreams 

H-Town, ball hard like my name Hakeem 

Olajuwon, James Harden, y'all niggas new to the scene 

And that's my nigga, Supper Club need a new liver 

Pop-pop bottles on all these bitches, bitch ass niggas can't even get in 

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Relentless, please believe me, that Justin Bieber, my neighbor really 

Ain't gotta lie, these niggas feel me, my bars up, like poppin' wheelies 

They want beef cause my neck chilly, got a bad white bitch like Iggy 

Iggy pop, rock star livin', I'm a flyer nigga, shout out to Philly 

King shit, yo' bitch, she all up on all my dick 

I get crazy pussy, psychiatrist, all about my paper like journalist 

Kill a flow, I earn this shit, we ball for real like tournaments 

On the jet, no turbulence, straight flexin', I'm so bent 

No lie, no lie, said I ain't never told no lie 

Said fuck you if you hate me, my real fans gon' ride 

Got my own shoe, clothing line, own label, who tryna sign? 

Niggas tryna turn up, but don't overdose like Len Bias 

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Hypocrites are all biased, I'll provide you a Jahova jireh 

I could bless you, no church attire, pray to God, I'll die tryin' 

What's a stone to a big Giant? What's fire if you can't ignite it? 

I'm fed up like FBI's, y'all niggas late, cut the peoples time, nigga...