Put On for the Game lyrics

by

Jae Millz


[Verse 1: Tyga]
I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash
Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand
This man ain't givin a f*ck for no middle man, middle class
Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz
Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams
And I was just a boy like killer cam
But now my print over yo b*tch, T-shirt
Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp
But it gets worse, how would you feel
Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned j*rk
After I'm all working your girlfriend purse
Damn ma, didn't he f*ck friend ha?
Yea why? I thought that goofy b*tch was lying
Guess not, bet not they won't near us
Fear us, Y.M squadron
Young bloods
Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above
Studio, many yums, I ain't f*cking with the club
While you getting bub, I'm getting pub
These songs I mean, these songs be mean
Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities
I got the holy spirit, but no father son

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe
No roof while I'm sh*tting on em
Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for
I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up
Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura
Young money n*gga, Yea I'm back like I left something
You n*ggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son
Young n*gga, got my money running like Barry
b*tches want my baby cause they heard about my salary
Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g
Knock them b*tches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G
All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n
All my n*ggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Dedication 3
I feel like these mothaf*ckas better know we next
I will like but never love them H-O-E-S
I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix
I still eat a couple rappers for my protein b*tch
I'm on my so mean sh*t, you don't know me b*tch
I do it for those who done it before me b*tch
My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak b*tch
And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece b*tch
Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all
I'm a kill em all, murder them pus*y hoes
I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll
Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee
And numbers don't lie, yeah
Yea better hope your math is right
We take your body for a sacrifice
You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife
I put on for them b*tches, on, on for them b*tches
I put on for them b*tches, on, on
I put on for them b*tches, on, on
I put on Onnnnn
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