[Tyga]
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I´m courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I´m with Rozay

Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Benz a make her dance that´s thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a sound wave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don´t want no drama I´m worth a couple commas
It´s death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be designer
Extraordinary rhymer I bodied yo´ shit for nothin´
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don´t feel no pressure

I´m dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it´s 187 how I killing these hoes
(x2)

[Rick Ross]
Shit
She fuck Hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin´
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain´t no budget
New chains, Rolex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flyest ´round here
Hating on hood niggas dying ´round here

Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it´s back to these broads´
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I´m rocking 8 of ´em
I see you sleeping boy don´t make me pick your label up
Scottie Pippen on the dribble I just laid ´em up
Another triple got me tripping like it´s angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

I´m dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it´s 187 how I killing these hoes

(x2)

[Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that´s the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin´
We taking your dollars Creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call Thomas
Bitch I´m the bomb call me the Unabomber
Money in my game I´m driving shit that´s insane
You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain´t nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine
Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw

I´m dope
(All) all my shit dope
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it´s 187 how I killing these hoes
(x2)