Day One - Tyga

500 grand, eat lobster tails

Hoover niggas got work for sale

So much money, no fingernails

Wide body, engine in the tail

Chrome lips, V12

Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tell

So many rings, need a Jordan deal

T-Raww's, and they all for sale

Just bought a swiss account

Hard to stay the same at this amount

LK, show you what that’s about

Hard to check a nigga when the checks don’t bounce

Fuck around, drop out of class

Made millions now, my teacher mad

She need a job and I give her that

Young nigga with big stacks

Buy my style and ain’t gave it back

Who you think brought you the raw rap?

Who you think taught you the phantom rap?

Gold plates, I reflect in that

Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace

This ain’t a race but I’m first place

I never fucked with you in the first place

We on a different pace, nigga so long

I ain’t the nigga you could hold on

Ride the wave or just float on

Get off my back, I’m tryna lead on

Always home when the heat’s on

When it’s cold shoulders niggas be gone

Niggas be gone

I’m still the same nigga, same bitches we know

No difference, been me since day one

Real nigga since day one

Cuz I ain’t promised day two

Talkin bout what I’m going through

But who the fuck aksed you?

I’m still the same nigga, same bitches we know

No difference, been me since day one

Real nigga since day one

Cuz I ain’t promised day two

Talkin bout what I’m going through

But who the fuck aksed you?

Asked you, asked you

Asked you, asked you

Asked you, asked you

But who the fuck asked you?

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

That’s me bitch

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

That’s me bitch

Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line

I murder them motherfuckers every time

Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line

I murder them motherfuckers every time

It’s a thin line between love and hate

A thin line between real and fake

Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake

She gon make it clap, vibrate

Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space

I’m the one you face and don’t hesitate

See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it’s Pac mane

Do it under one tape, what you say?

T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame

Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me — that’s accessory

Don’t be sassin me

How do you have the audacity?

Want a verse gotta bring cash to me

I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me?

Have yo head where yo feet should be

Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV

Ain’t no breaking me, breaking news that’s me

Headline, we can go head up

Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea

He a crazy ape man, I’m turnt up to ten

Fuck with me, commence and repent

Mill to the king

Came from the block, little hardknock

Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it

You ain’t made shit, you complainin (stop complainin)

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

That’s me bitch

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

That’s me bitch

Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line

I murder them motherfuckers every time

Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line

I murder them motherfuckers every time

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

That’s me bitch

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

Who dat be?

That’s me bitch

[Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line

I murder them motherfuckers every time

Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line

I murder them motherfuckers every time