Tyga - Well Done lyrics

Tell these bitches, I'm the man
Money over bitches, nigga that’s the plan
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done
Nigga say they ballin' they in the stands
If it ain’t 'bout business
Don’t shake my hand everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

Pop Up Motha Fucking man
Walk up clear the way it's the ambulance
Fire truck get to the fire in advance
Pop flow, I just
I just gave the track a tan
Ain’t a damn thang, we popping champagne
Girls say they choose they rootin
For the other team
I put her in the Vibe, like the magazine
You see us raining hundreds cash is the cream
And cream get the money
And money make her scream
Nothing personal, it was just a quick fling
But now I’m back to me, paper off the shelf
Bitch she, just wanna get drunk, get fucked
Taste dick
Maybe make a new friend, get in benz with him
This ain’t no simple life, you
Dancing with a star, bitch
Yeah, yeah! So keep my spot light bright
Cause I’m a be in it all night

Tell these bitches, I'm the man
Money over bitches, nigga that’s the plan
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done
Nigga say they ballin' they in the stands
If it ain’t 'bout business
Don’t shake my hand everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

All about my paper
Ain't another feeling greater
Came up like elevators
Now I ball like a laker
They like my freestyle
But they gonna have to pay me
Candy red maro tell that bitch
It's now or later
Six speed brand new cars smell flavor
Look up in the sky, thank God that we major
There’s cash to be made, world full of danger
So we’re gonna count it underneath the table
It'll be safer
Ace paid in full all hundreds big jewels
Stones kinda heavy, slick rick the rule
Godly god, I’m nawrly man
The rawest in the group see me party out
The roof son flyer in the coupe
She love it cause the feeling
Fucking on the million
Flying you in the morning right now
We chilling stuck in the moment
Then she back to her life
I’m back to the money, cause money my life

Tell these bitches, I'm the man
Money over bitches, nigga that’s the plan
Everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done
Nigga say they ballin' they in the stands
If it ain’t 'bout business
Don’t shake my hand everything I do
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done
Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done