Money Liquor (feat. Gudda Gudda) - Tyga

It’s that young beasty ni*ga

Brrr-hah stick em

It’s still no fitteds, Dupont finish

Courtside tickets, a Laker in my city

Purple like Grimace

Roof pop like titties

Pound sign — sit your a*s down, b*tch, I’m busy

I’m balling like a b*tch — all-blue Ken Griffies

Use the chicken rotisserie, squeeze to your lemon

Everything I do new, nigga, cut the red ribbon

Give me space to the left

Leave your face indented

There’s too many women, why these niggas out there staring?

T-Raw Mclaren, boy flayer than a parrot

Me and that money got a merit

I was the first to pop her cherry

Now it’s big living, fast cars, model women

Penthouse, hella-chains — why you tripping?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Tyga Tyga

Nig*a ni*ga

Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women

Gold grills, gold rings — why you tripping?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Gudda Gudda

Ni*ga ni*ga

Stay young Gudda ni*ga

F*ck them other ni*gas

Stumbling from the liquor

Throwing money at the strippers

Promethazine mixer, Codeine sipper

Ring on my pinky looking like the Big Dipper

Money talks, we speak often

Murking the beat, we gonna need a coffin

Got a freak riding shotgun

She rolling hard on the pink dolphin

Young ni*ga, but the money is old

Big stacks, the money don’t fold

Jewelry box full of colorful sh*t, but

Everything on my neck is gold

Get in it, let’s finish it

You talk shit, I live this sh*t

She love a nig*a to death, so when I’m

In the pu*sy, I kill the sh*t

Money flowing like a river

I buy the bar out, I mix the money with the liquor

Nig*a!

Gudda!

Big living, fast cars, model women

Penthouse, hella-chains — why you tripping?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Tyga Tyga

Ni*ga ni*ga

Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women

Gold grills, gold rings — why you tripping?

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Money & Liquor

Gudda Gudda

Nig*a nig*a