Lyrics:
money
Am seeing my rich money
My j drop private
Jet private links
See my gold chains
Everybody they talk to me
Now everything they love me
Fans they just
Δεν κάνω type raps switch σαν τον tyga
Μην συγκρίνεις το εγώ μου με το τι εισαι εσύ
Όσα πέρασα στους δρόμους ξέρουν λίγοι και καλοί
Όλοι οι φίλοι που
money
Am seeing my rich money
My j drop private
Jet private links
See my gold chains
Everybody they talk to me
Now everything they love me
Fans they just
Tyga - California, I got too many
I got too many, bro'cum; I got too many
Buluyorum seni her neredeysen, baby
Her- her neredeysen, baby
Üstümdeki Gucci,
Bugatti and champagne, Don't know yo b*tch came
She wants everything,
And I'll just play this game
Look all these gold chains
L.A looks so insane
kaliteli
Tyga - California, I got too many
I got too many, bro'cum; I got too many
Buluyorum seni her neredeysen, baby
Her- her neredeysen, baby
Üstümdeki
MUITA JÓIA NO PESCOÇO
OFF WHITE TÔ PISANDO FOFO, NA COLÔMBIA GOLD TACO FOGO
ESSA NOVINHA É FOGO, NOS FODE E ELA PEDE DE NOVO
DESSE JEITO QUE EU GAMO,
me so don’t try
I went from the bus to the Beamer, still busting my ass til I buy me a bust down
I threw that gold on my teeth money talking for me
bitch with a switch blade
How they wanna see me tyga told me switch lanes
I know one day I’ll board planes
I’m in the hyperbolic chamber all I do is
run
These rodents out of town
By any means shut em down
Gold! 100 gold!
To anyone who can run these rodents out of town,
By any means, shut em down!
Panther cast (uh huh)
Or Tyga on the last hoe, I ain't nowhere near my last goal (goals)
You looking at a winner, remember, I ain't never had dough
Ya
It's Dking
Ya
I'm just trying to get it
Everybody knows by now I ain't got no limits
The beat has just started but yall already finished
I'm
get it ayee)
Bad lil bitch she a goat
Rollie on my wrist all gold
All this drip gon show
Big bank rolls like whoa
We get it 4Shit sho
Checc by checc I
Written by Christo Andriopoulos
Oh I thought you knew?
Oh I thought you knew?
They kick you when you down
Man this ain’t nothing new
You can’t hold
Ring around the rosie, I been ridin' with the .40, if you play, you gon' feel that stick, yeah
Pull up to the red light, shawty walk by, lookin' good,
bitten by spider
Jenner like Kylie, faded like Tyga
Very high, British flights
Weed affi strong, British Flight
So mi cocky long, which is right
Bitches
(Aye) I fell low to the bottom of the ditch (too low)
Lost souls in the bottom of the ditch (hey bra)
Found gold in the bottom of the ditch(show
Gates
Bin nicht Tyga doch ich Switch Lanes
Grinde auf der Fast Lane, All Night
Ich hab Demons on my Mind
Bin so Lost, stay by my side
Doch ich bleib, ich
There's no light in this room
It's alright we've got you
You shine like gold
Like gold
You walk by
Cause a scene
All the guys they agree
You shine
, gold) I said gold, gold, gold
Used to look at me stupid at the show, show, show
Now when they hear this music they just go, go, go
Bitch I was born by
Don't you know? Girl, you're cold
I'm about to lose control
You know we're tied by souls (tied by souls)
More than worth your weight in gold, gold
a zika, porra
Pompéia, bica de pedra
Costa gold as mina afeta
Terrorista rimador com sensor de falso poeta
Na levada quetamina, e eu odeio mina quieta
on
Rich in flavor
Young forever
Life savors
We got the
Gold gold gold
Do we compare
No no no
We got the
Gold gold gold gold
Do we compare
No no no
Gold
a champion
Go show the world
You're gold, gold, gold, gold, gold
Oh oh
Oh oh
You keep your distance
Put a mask upon your face
You think the real you's just
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