[Intro: Tyga]

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Slide on it pimp game with my pinky ring
Lotta gang, lotta b*tches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name
You ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan
Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift a hand
Three million cash, call me Rain Man
Money like a shower, that's my rain dance

And we all in black, like it's Gangland
Say the wrong words, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your b*tch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. What-Kind-of-Car-He-In?
And the city love my name, n*gga, I ain't gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga]
(Taste, taste), she can get a taste
(Taste, taste), she can get a taste
(Taste, taste), f*ck what a n*gga say
It's all the same like Mary-Kate
(Taste, taste), she can get a taste
(Taste, taste), let you get a taste
(Taste, taste), do you love the taste?
Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me
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