Self Made

[Chorus: Tyga] Man I go hard, live young, die alone Too many bad bitches, I don’t ever check my phone I ball hard, man I’m in my zone YMC king, sitting on the throne My shit the bomb, wake up early, getting it, I’m gone Everything with me right, if you don’t fuck with me then you wrong I ball hard, man I’m in my zone Self-made nigga, yea I did it on my own [Verse 1: Bow Wow] We go hard nigga, way harder than yall niggas Find me up in the mall nigga, probably blowin racks on your broad nigga Tryna heat it up, all on my D Wade shit New kicks, can’t find, he’s an East Bay bitch Got a daughter now, gotta make my daughter proud In Ohio, do you know how much respect I get? Got here all by myself With no assistance, with no help Pretty’s giving all these new rappers so much height When these motherfuckers ain’t even done nothin yet Last week I made 100 flat I’m sellin out shows, I was in Japan They don’t even speak my language But the motherfuckers know who I am Niggas cryin broke on that TO shit Man west flow, I’m on my CEO shit All this gold I got on me, don’t I look like C3PO bitch? (Hey, look at me) Mind on my cheddar, I got paper on my mind Murda rappers for a living and you next up in line In equisals with a bitch, then you know that she a diamond All it take is one call, so don’t you get outta line (sucka!) We getting it, now what the fuck yall doin? Cash money, young money, bitch we fuckin do it [Chorus: Tyga] Man I go hard, live young, die alone Too many bad bitches, I don’t ever check my phone I ball hard, man I’m in my zone YMC king, sitting on the throne My shit the bomb, wake up early, getting it, I’m gone Everything with me right, if you don’t fuck with me then you wrong I ball hard, man I’m in my zone Self-made nigga, yea I did it on my own [Verse 2: Tyga] Mob livin, painting my city on my ceiling We ain’t trippin, we just trickin, tax cash money endless Whole team winnin, sees Versace in em License plates say you so crazy they think Martin in it You watch yo limit to fly, nigga I’m an attendant Don’t play me hard, I keep a shot, give her the rainis One pop hop, fakes gathered a real pop up Man we don’t care about you or your crew, word to papa Sayin shit that you got every day a different watch Cartier, call the cops, sweepin these niggas like where’s the mop? Pull off the top, closer to God Stash in the glove box This will knock yo head off, you can call it body crop Photo shop, quiet, I’m the shtt like a soda pop Call me Georgia stadium, yea I get that dome a lot Okay, young with money, cash money ha You don’t know about it, come and find out [Chorus: Tyga] Man I go hard, live young, die alone Too many bad bitches, I don’t ever check my phone I ball hard, man I’m in my zone YMC king, sitting on the throne My shit the bomb, wake up early, getting it, I’m gone Everything with me right, if you don’t fuck with me then you wrong I ball hard, man I’m in my zone Self-made nigga, yea I did it on my own [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Yall know who it is! Let em know Every single time you niggas see a nigga pull up in the spot How about it when I come in and I pull up in the drop When I come in and I cock and pull the trigger and then I pop Yea, nigga see I’m doing it again God in the flesh and I’m killin I’mma move it, I’m more calm than I’m fresh Killin em, abusing em and beatin niggas all up in the head while I’m losin em Back back back at it, let’s go Everything about me be the shit you wanna get with Niggas got my man, count my money kinds different Fuck that, I’m about to get a little ignant Blap! Ah nigga, never mind, let it blow Looks it when yo nigga shine with a glow Man you probably need to go and get up here and change I know what you’re gleaming, I know what you’re gleamin I’m with you by the nigga though Damn, mm mm, you don’t really wanna do that nigga Fall back come come now now Trust me, violent my little bro and I won’t be the nigga out for my nigga Bow Wow The merry the body, in one of my compounds Yall know what they do Motherfucker better bow down! And let me get my money up Every weird bitch, even when I’m travellin to Moscow When I get up on these records and I spit It be soundin like a nigga getting beat up with a shovel YMCMB! Just brought a nigga in, now all of the motherfuckers in trouble When yall niggas get up on records It be soundin like yall niggas do a lot of soft right after you see a motherfucker like me come through Yall niggas stay, say enough and buh! [Chorus: Tyga] Man I go hard, live young, die alone Too many bad bitches, I don’t ever check my phone I ball hard, man I’m in my zone YMC king, sitting on the throne My shit the bomb, wake up early, getting it, I’m gone Everything with me right, if you don’t fuck with me then you wrong I ball hard, man I’m in my zone Self-made nigga, yea I did it on my own