Whoopty lyrics



[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Well Done)
Well Done Fever
Shout out to CJ
You know n*ggas couldn't wait to get busy on this one

[Chorus: Tyga]
Whoopty, peel off the top on the Coup D
Your wife ain't your b*tch, she my groupie
[?] suck it up, Suzy
Pocket full of that loose leaf
On the jet, don't be choosy
Need a bad b*tch, not a goofy, get looney
I'm a bad bunny, got Spanish money and a chopper running
I know Kevin Hart but ain't sh*t funny
Business from the start, can't take it from me
And I know you hate it, I'ma make you love me
And the Patek fitted like it's made for me
I got bands on me like it's taped on me
Yеah swish army, got the blade on me
You crazy homiе

[Verse: Tyga]
Blue cheese, they way I'm dressing I'm styling
n*gga I'm cold like Tommy, Pam, Gina & Martin
Sitting at the top you can find me
Try to tie me down, untie me
Twin b*tches like they're Siamese
And my money straight n*gga, no crease
Ben Baller piece and my chain eat
And my diamonds dance like Amari
In Malibu with a Barbie
On my wish list, she's been naughty
Nobu in your body
f*cking b*tches is my hobby
b*tches waiting in the lobby
b*tches, too late to say sorry, oh
My jewels bright, my tiger bite
I'm camo'd up, Major Pain
I touchdown in the 305, man them b*tches know how to make it rain
Don't use my name in vain
My mask on like Bane
I skrrt off, I'm a star
They say I'm out my lane
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