Well Done

[Hook: Tyga]

Tell these bitches, I'm the man

Money over bitches, nigga that’s the plan

Everything I do

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

Nigga say they ballin' they in the stands

If it ain’t 'bout business don’t shake my hand

Everything I do

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Pop Up Motha Fucking man

Walk up clear the way its the ambulance

Fire truck; get to the fire in advance

Pop flow, I just, I just gave the track a tan…

Ain’t a damn thang, we popping champagne

Girls say they choose they rootin for the other team

I put her in the Vibe, like the magazine

You see us raining hundreds cash is the cream

And cream get the money, and money make her scream

Nothing personal, it was just a quick fling

But now I’m back to me, paper off the shelf, bitch

She, just wanna get drunk, get fucked, taste dick

Maybe make a new friend, get in benz with him

This ain’t no simple life, you dancing with a star, bitch

Yeah, yeah!

So keep my spot light bright

Cause I’m a be in it all night

[Hook: Tyga]

Tell these bitches, I'm the man

Money over bitches, nigga that’s the plan

Everything I do

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

Nigga say they ballin' they in the stands

If it ain’t 'bout business don’t shake my hand

Everything I do

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

[Verse 2: Tyga]

All about my paper, ain't another feeling greater

Came up like elevators, now I ball like a laker

They like my freestyle, but they gonna have to pay me

Candy red maro tell that bitch its now or later

Six speed brand new cars smell flavor

Look up in the sky, thank God that we major

There’s cash to be made, world full of danger

So we’re gonna count it underneath the table, it'll be safer

Ace paid in full all hundreds big jewels

Stones kinda heavy, slick rick the rule

Godly god, I’m nawrly man, the rawest in the group see me party out the roof son flyer in the coupe

She love it cause the feeling, fucking on the million

Flying you in the morning right now, we chilling

Stuck in the moment, then she back to her life

I’m back to the money, cause money my life

[Hook: Tyga]

Tell these bitches, I'm the man

Money over bitches, nigga that’s the plan

Everything I do

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

Nigga say they ballin' they in the stands

If it ain’t 'bout business don’t shake my hand

Everything I do

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done

Weh, weh, weh, weh, well done