Tyga, Gudda Gudda - Money And Liquor lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga, Gudda Gudda - Money And Liquor lyrics]
It's that young beastie nigga
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 ass down, bitch
I'm busy i'm balling like a bitch
- all-blue Ken Griffies
You a chicken, rotisserie
Squeeze the 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
While these niggas out there staring
T-Raw Mclaren, boy flyer than a parrot
Me and that money got a marriage
I was the first to pop her cherry
Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Tyga, Tyga nigga
Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women
Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Gudda Gudda nigga
Stay young Gudda nigga
Fuck them other niggas
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 gon need a coffin
Got a freak riding shotgun
She rolling hard on the pink dolphin
Young nigga, but the money is old
Big estates, the money don't fold
Jewelry box full of colorful shit, but
Everything on my neck is gold
Get in it, let's finish it
You talk shit, I live this shit
She love a nigga to death, so when I'm
In the pussy, I kill the shit
Money flowing like a river
I buy the bar out
I mix the money with the liquor nigga!
Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Tyga, Tyga nigga
Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women
Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Gudda Gudda nigga
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 ass down, bitch
I'm busy i'm balling like a bitch
- all-blue Ken Griffies
You a chicken, rotisserie
Squeeze the 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
While these niggas out there staring
T-Raw Mclaren, boy flyer than a parrot
Me and that money got a marriage
I was the first to pop her cherry
Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Tyga, Tyga nigga
Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women
Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Gudda Gudda nigga
Stay young Gudda nigga
Fuck them other niggas
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 gon need a coffin
Got a freak riding shotgun
She rolling hard on the pink dolphin
Young nigga, but the money is old
Big estates, the money don't fold
Jewelry box full of colorful shit, but
Everything on my neck is gold
Get in it, let's finish it
You talk shit, I live this shit
She love a nigga to death, so when I'm
In the pussy, I kill the shit
Money flowing like a river
I buy the bar out
I mix the money with the liquor nigga!
Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Tyga, Tyga nigga
Gold sofas, gold bottles, gold women
Gold grills, gold rings - why you trippin?
Money & Liquor money & Liquor
Gudda Gudda nigga