On Tour

[Chorus]

They turn the lights down, and open the curtains

All the fans stand up and they start roaring

Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi

Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi

[Verse]

You ain’t got no money take your broke ass home

I’m on the cocaine zone, four cellphones

We make the chicken fight, like Roy Jones

The roof know magic, poof, be gone

New suit own with the valet with the duffel

[?] with a chauffeur and you barely getting over

If you see me pumping gas, take a picture, it’s a poster

Living la vida loca

Reloader, clip like a soldier, clique full of soldiers

Front line, untie you, put my Pradas on your sofa

I’m supposed to pose, all my clothes is vocal

Loud ass jacket, stupid belt buckles

Brand new pair of boots, I spent two Gs on em

And the boots got two Gs on em

I crunk your bitch up I had no cheese on me

Cause I crumpled my cup up with no keys on me

It’s big money over here nigga

Got the Tommy gun and the Tommy Hilfiger

Tell that bitch to come holler at a real nigga

When she see a nigga, I got so much swag it’s OD a nigga

It’s dripping all over my motherfucking pinion nigga

But this a process, the thought process

I dress like I’m in a motherfucking contest

Deuce

[Chorus]

They turn the lights down, and open the curtains

All the fans stand up and they start roaring

Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi

Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi

They turn the lights down, and open the curtains

All the fans stand up and they start roaring

Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi

Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi