Bang Out

[Verse 1: Tyga] Hold up, money talk so you know what? Ain’t nothing to talk about, you ain’t got enough cuz Rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin' with no scrub Niggas want connects, got no plugs Nigga say they high, got no buzz Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up Went on a bang, Went on a bang Bitches came for me and my nigga eazy Threw that bitch out, got that ho one way Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way That’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper I don’t get mad bitch, I just get even T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer [Chorus] Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out Make it rain even when it’s rained out Turn up, bang out Bang out, bang out Turn up, b-bang out Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out [Verse 2: Tyga] Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper The room, keep it I fucked now I don’t need it T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller The bitch is a bitch so I’m gon call er Then they act up, call the backup Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don’t put yo head up Yea, bitin on er ear Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir I hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scared Closet full of straps and the condom right here What I got? [Chorus] Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out Make it rain even when it’s rained out Turn up, bang out Bang out, bang out Turn up, b-bang out Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdinGirls in the daisies, drive easy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk You can call it what you want Either way the shit bump I’m a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up I’mma put these things on you and never let up See my mama, she was home when I was born Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shit I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip [Outro: Ice Cube] A bitch is a bitch So if I’m poor or rich I talk in the exact same pitch Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women But all women have a little bitch in em