Tyga - 10 Million $ Mortgage lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga - 10 Million $ Mortgage lyrics]
How's it feel to watch your bank
Account go from a zero
To a million, I can tell
You 'bout the feeling, i can tell you not
Build for this shit
My nigga you should leave the building
Cause when we in the building you
Gotta be built for real shit
Real life death threats cause
Of my icy necklace, what
You want my chain, will that
Take away your pain, fuck it
Take my watch, my rings and my Range
My 10 million dollar mortgage
You still the same lame
Motherfucker that ain't want it bad as I did
You ain't rap like I did
You just say it how you would
But when we talking platinum nigga
Wood is no good born and raised in LA
We was 'Boyz N tha Hood'
Yeah, I been turnt up
I been the noise in the hood
Boys with the boys
Jumping out on boys from the bush
Yeah, now the hardest choice I make
Is which one should I push
The Bentley or the Roll Royce
I grew up and got more toys
I'm forever 'bout whatever yeah
We ready for war
I ain't dancing on the dope
What I'm selling is pure
You fascinated with the flow I'm masturbating
I'm stroking my ego
We know you mad I made it
Being broke'll make you evil
The love of money will do the same
Who to blame, either way I need a new Bugatti
You been hating for a minute
You need a new hobby
You ain't getting paid off that shit
You better lay off that shit, bruh
I fell in love making it
Rain on that bitch bruh
Fell outta love I can't complain
About that shit tho
You see my son yeah he the best of me
Give him all the good of me
Give y'all what's left in me, uh
Appetite for destruction, I got the recipe
Everybody eats, but we'll get to that later
Let's get to this paper
Cause you ain't doing shit 'til
You get to these haters
Am I getting to you niggas
You getting rich off hating?
Shit, then tell me how's it feel to watch
Your bank account go from a zero
To a million, I can tell
You 'bout the feeling, i can tell you not
Build for this shit
My nigga you should leave the building
Cause when we in the building you
Gotta be built for real shit
Real life death threats I'm
The overnight success what
You want my fame, will that
Take away your pain, fuck it
Take my watch, my ring and my Range
My 10 million dollar mortgage
You still the same lame
Motherfucker that ain't want it bad as I did
You ain't rap like I did
Ain't have to scrap like I did
Ask them niggas from the set you
Ain't get back like I did
When they lying on you sit back
And laugh like I did
Was my whole career you idea
Why they hate me nigga I have no idea
Back when I had no ID they knew my name
All I ever knew how to do was do my thing
Hate me now, motherfucker
Account go from a zero
To a million, I can tell
You 'bout the feeling, i can tell you not
Build for this shit
My nigga you should leave the building
Cause when we in the building you
Gotta be built for real shit
Real life death threats cause
Of my icy necklace, what
You want my chain, will that
Take away your pain, fuck it
Take my watch, my rings and my Range
My 10 million dollar mortgage
You still the same lame
Motherfucker that ain't want it bad as I did
You ain't rap like I did
You just say it how you would
But when we talking platinum nigga
Wood is no good born and raised in LA
We was 'Boyz N tha Hood'
Yeah, I been turnt up
I been the noise in the hood
Boys with the boys
Jumping out on boys from the bush
Yeah, now the hardest choice I make
Is which one should I push
The Bentley or the Roll Royce
I grew up and got more toys
I'm forever 'bout whatever yeah
We ready for war
I ain't dancing on the dope
What I'm selling is pure
You fascinated with the flow I'm masturbating
I'm stroking my ego
We know you mad I made it
Being broke'll make you evil
The love of money will do the same
Who to blame, either way I need a new Bugatti
You been hating for a minute
You need a new hobby
You ain't getting paid off that shit
You better lay off that shit, bruh
I fell in love making it
Rain on that bitch bruh
Fell outta love I can't complain
About that shit tho
You see my son yeah he the best of me
Give him all the good of me
Give y'all what's left in me, uh
Appetite for destruction, I got the recipe
Everybody eats, but we'll get to that later
Let's get to this paper
Cause you ain't doing shit 'til
You get to these haters
Am I getting to you niggas
You getting rich off hating?
Shit, then tell me how's it feel to watch
Your bank account go from a zero
To a million, I can tell
You 'bout the feeling, i can tell you not
Build for this shit
My nigga you should leave the building
Cause when we in the building you
Gotta be built for real shit
Real life death threats I'm
The overnight success what
You want my fame, will that
Take away your pain, fuck it
Take my watch, my ring and my Range
My 10 million dollar mortgage
You still the same lame
Motherfucker that ain't want it bad as I did
You ain't rap like I did
Ain't have to scrap like I did
Ask them niggas from the set you
Ain't get back like I did
When they lying on you sit back
And laugh like I did
Was my whole career you idea
Why they hate me nigga I have no idea
Back when I had no ID they knew my name
All I ever knew how to do was do my thing
Hate me now, motherfucker