Riot lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga]
f*ck that, f*ck sh*t pay me
Rumors come and go, so I stay in a room presidential lately
Top of the roof, if a n*gga start hating
Talk that sh*t, I ain't for debating
Man I swear the game got so Clay Aiken
Bought a new crib, your b*tch says it's spacious, Hagh
Ride to the motherf*cking money (Yeah)
Man I swear this sh*t about nothing (Yeah)
Why you n*ggas ballin on a budget
Boy don't get close, I press that button mothaf*cka
Leave a n*gga roughed up, David Ruffin, Hagh
n*ggas washed up, start scrubbing
n*gga get you covered in some clovers
You're an unlucky, mothaf*cka
Don’t be f*ckin wit a young n*gga
That's T-Many, one f*ckin problem
Really monsters need a doctor
I'm the sickest n*gga bout it
No deciding, just a silence
On the sizzle, P90
Kill yourself like you're in college
It's finals; c*cky
b*tch don’t fight it (Uh)
Volume turn to violence (Uh)
Cash money party, guess you broke n*ggas ain't invited
Got a bad b*tch riding
She dumb but she get knowledge
I ain't come to be vibing but my personality vibrant
I'm in love wit nobody, white b*tches, they hotties
Hop up off my crotch, I'm the sh*t, need a potty
She lucky she with me
Unlike them other n*ggas, I got it
T la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party
[Chorus: Tyga]
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
We getting money, we turnt up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
We getting money, we turnt up

[Verse 2: Honey C]
Yellow b*tch and I got this
It's that black market, I'm shopping (uhh)
Last Kings and we bossing
Well I'm the first queen, there’s no option (Uh)
I heard they hating, I don't give a f*ck
Tell 'em to f*ck off and suck on my c*nt
b*tch get some di*k 'cause you doing too much
I'm getting mine and enough ain't enough
Getting richer
Money perfect picture
Oh no, I ain't messing at the studio with your ninja
Top the name, I diss her
Kill your b*tch, you gon' miss her
Bring that body shop and now watch that coffin fit her
Funeral home, bring you to the zone
Get you and your crew, or just you alone
I don't give a f*ck, I don't take no breaks
Body your ho, put her in her place
Now I'm out (uhh)
That Triad at your house (House)
Young gold Asian, and they know what I'm 'bout, b*tch
[Chorus: Tyga]
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
We getting money, we turnt up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
f*ck n*gga, get yo bands up
We getting money, we turnt up