Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
David Doman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Producer
David Doman
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Had a bitch
I know you feel special, hah
[Verse 2]
Look me in the eyes, I ain't never lie
Real killer bees Wu Tang but it's West side
Dominate make a bitch, whoo side
Head now, never been faking
Pussy on the red eye (I know, I know)
Red eye's point at the bullseye
Looking a moi, it's a thin line
Got Bobby Brown for a widow, Superman high
Who gonna contest I? Light up the Jedi
Came with the booty and some caine, purple on the dank
Dripping my new paint, days, fifty days
Yes, I be late, I need dollars andele-le
Then I andele, all white, Lana Del Ray
[Verse 3]
Video games, fucking my life gotta love it
Nothing above it, Angels and Rolex
A Hoe Fest in public, I don't shop at Publix
Pussy with chop sticks, I dug it, I dug it (I know, I know)
I'm sober until ten, if she open I lock it and post bail
I'ma need the helipad when I land
If it's not there we back to the crib
(That Maybach, my limo)
So you wanna bang my ****
Gotta piece to bang my ****
Let's bang my ****
When I finish, take all you bitches
Now she telling me all your business
[Verse 4]
I hit the bitch with the wham, wham
Pose like that, just like that
Just like that, that bitch gave me wham, wham
Tattooed that, bring that shit
Pose like that, that bitch give me wham (I know, I know)
[Verse 5]
Wham, fuck up the bed, hold in the neck for the fans
Pressure and pain are just the brains
Rove to the Lamb, my engine the same
Asylum restrain, this ain't for playing
Put on the mask, now I'm Zorro on that ass
They don't make them like this any more, goddamn
I'm pullin' up, you would think my first name Dan
(I know, I know) **** like damn, load up the pain, no blanks
Got hate, you a stain, pallbearer lifting dead weight
How much you weigh?
On the scale
To 98
[Verse 6]
Keep it one hundred with me
Like sand on the beach, need a freak of the week
That's her sister Anice, keep it G on some real shit
**** can't fuck with me
They can't fuck with me
Wham, wham, more than the man
Who's got the keys to the Lam?
Pussy and cash, hundreds and ass
Pulled out my stash, **** got mad, mad and
Drunk when I land, fresh off the plane, T-rawed the ram, ram
Look me in the eyes, I ain't never lie
[Verse 7]
I hit the bitch with the wham, wham, boom
Pose like that, just like that
Just like that, that bitch gave me wham, wham
Tattoo that, bring that shit
Pose like that, that bitch give me wham, wham, boom
Pose like that, just like that
Just like that, that bitch gave me wham, boom
Tattoo that, bring that shit
Pose like that, that bitch gave me wham
Wham
[Verse 8]
You now listing to the sound of T.Y.G.
If you don't like what you hear, sit back and shut the fuck up, oh, yeah now
Have a nice day
Written by: David Doman, Jess Jackson, Michael Stevenson