Tapout (feat. Lil Wayne, Birdman, Mack Maine, Nicki Minaj & Future) - Rich Gang

I toast and I said you know They on that regular degular Haha, I said me I'm on that 1.5 on a skinny tire I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee Yeah my flow sick, yeah-yeah my flow queasy Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz This pussy clean, this pussy squeaky That pussy old, that pussy creaky When I'm out the country, niggas call me Nicki Hi, how are you? Yes, it's nice to meet me Damn, Billboard, I mean I'm winning but I'm still bored Yeah we shine, gold cluster As for your career? Dead. Ghost Buster. That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad Yeah, Bigga Than Life C4, we the bidness Man, fuck ya'll niggas Get down or lay down Shoot up anything except a school or playground Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me Shining AK blood, just like a trophy I'm old school, and I'll smack a bitch Getting money like a muthafucking cracker bitch What you know about it? Take notes nigga YMCMB, head coach nigga Yeah, stuntman, stuntman Streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan Yeah, we done took off nigga Got the game on lock like football nigga That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad Uh, I got the world in my wallet Swisha full of violet Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage That P on my hat is for Piru, not Pirates I bet I can turn her pussy to a fucking fire hydrant And I do it for my niggas, my muthafucking niggas Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the fucking hiccups I'm a beast hoe, to say the least hoe No cut on the coke, that's coke zero Yeah tonight, I'll probably fuck another nigga girl Party time, excellent, Wayne's World This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick' That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad That's why you mad That's why you why you mad mad Yeah, Barbie you the flyest baby What to do 100 YMCMB buisness Bigger than life

Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang I guess I went commercial Just shot a commercial When I flew to the set though I ain't fly commercial And the ad is global, yep Your ad was local Where we shot it was a lot of different agriculture's So I laugh at hopefuls Nicki pop, only thing that's pop is my endorsement I, fuck around I have to go and reinforce the glock Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Is it me or did I just put these rap bitches on the map again You mad 'cause I'm at the Grammys with the Vatican You in the booth, but I'm who you be channeling Why they never bring your name up at the panel then? Hottest MC's, top five You need money, I got mine More knots than Eric from Basketball wives (ya dig?) Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang I couldn't do your TV show I needed ten more mill Not 10 on the back, I need 10 on signing Give that shit to a washed up, bitch I'm winning If I had a label I would never sign you hoes Take bitches to school then I columbine these hoes I hear the slick shit, bitch you washed All you hoes crying: Christopher Bosh Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Ayo, now when I tell 'em it's Barbie bitch Yes I really do mean that it's Barbie bitch Ask Mattel, they auction my Barbie bitch Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie bitch You at the bottom of the barrel scraping I'm out in LA, at the Ice Age taping I'm chilling at the top I got ample time Bite me, apple sign Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Kush on my breath, cocaine on my tongue Eat that pussy make it numb She can't feel herself cum Got a body on my gun Fuck the world with my thumb Pop a molly smoke a blunt That mean I'm a high roller My ex wanna work it out, bitch try Yoga Two hoes in the bed, tell 'em hoe slide over Excuse my French, two bitches and moi That's a Nicki Ménage à Trois Ha Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang My shit so cold man, it don't even stink Destructive ass nigga, watch me break the bank Weezy F, and the F is for Fill in the blanks And I say shout out Mack Maine Back yard bully And the weed purple like a black girl pussy Word, middle finger on the trigger Uh, so that it mean, fuck a nigga Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Bang bang-bang, my bitch bang She bang bang Well that's cause my bitch is Nina Ross and She bang b-bang bang Bang bang, she go bang, bang (Bang-bang, bang, bang-bang) We bang, bang-bang Bang, b-b-b-bang, bang we blood gang

Would you, ooh? Would you, ooh? Hey, I know this might sound weird to say But would you love me if I ran away? (Away) I know you probably think I'm insane Ain't nothin' change but the pocket change (Pocket change) I know they gotta feel my pain (Feel it) I make them birds Lauryn Hill sang (Brr) And everywhere I go they know my name (And what you claim?) 'Cause I be reppin' gang gang (Gang gang) Posted with the gang gang (Gang gang) Pull up with the gang gang (Gang gang) Suit up with the gang gang (Gang gang) I be reppin' gang gang (Gang gang) I shoot with the gang gang (Gang gang) Bang with the gang gang (Gang gang) Ride out with the gang gang (Gang gang) Always rep' the gang gang Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Whole lotta gang shit ay, gang, gang, gang, yeah She froze up when that ghost came (Ghost came) Big body rolls, it be hoggin' up both lanes (Both lanes) She lift her nose up when she want that cocaine (Cocaine) I lift my doors up the Lambo', take propane (Propane) After my show we put hoes in the chokehold (Chokehold) At the door, we take cell phones, no photos Money comin' in too much I can't hold, truckload I'm hot, I can't be trappin' in the streets, that what the plug for And all I want is nachos And all I want is Huncho (Huncho) Pulls strings like a banjo (Banjo) And the keys a piano (Piano) Take me back to the back door (Back door) I can see my foot on a door knob Make it back to the gang, that's the whole job Chop it up and just talk about what we got (Whatcha got? Whatcha got? Whatcha got?) Whippin' that Draco (Cold, brr) She said she love me But that's somethin' we'll never know (Never know) Honestly, that's somethin' I really wanna know (Wanna know) Ain't tryna waste my time, it's time to let you go (Let you go) And get back to that back end on the road I can't go out sad about a hoe (Hell no) Married to the money, I propose Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Suit up with the gang gang Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang I be reppin' gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Hit her with that gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Always reppin' gang gang