Tyga — Mrs. Bubblegum

One, two, check, three bitches on deck Got four-five diamonds chains, hanging 'round my neck Six karats to my ears, seven hundred for the rings I'm a Black millionaire, fuck what the force say I'm a cold-ass rapper, I get hotter by the day And she know I hit it first but I ain't Ray J Fuck her with the blindfold but I don't go on blind dates It's me motherfucker, the one niggas love to hate If I fall asleep, with up all my chains in the safe First thing in the mornin', tell that bitch she gotta skate Don't bе mad at me Don't go bad on me You ain't my girlfriend We just fuckin' buddies Girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Bitch, drop like it's hot Coupe with that hard top When I drop, it's a bop, graduated school of hard knocks Bitches hop, slob on my rock, let her friend swap Lick the mop, move your crop top, make your titties pop I like when the bitch act bougie and she ghetto My type of bitch that don't even say «Hello» Married to the game, I don't need a wedding ring, no Leave out the back, another bitch at the front door If I fall asleep, with up all my chains in the safe First thing in the mornin', tell that bitch she gotta skate Don't be mad at me Don't go bad on me You ain't my girlfriend We just fuckin' buddies Girl, shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me