YG – PLATINUM Lyrics (Feat. Tyga)
PLATINUM Lyrics by YG Feat. Tyga
I fvck top ten B!tches, you fvck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid) [Verse 1: YG] You know how many B!tches thugged out off the liquor?
Straight tequila shots, so it’s fvckin’ up my liver
Shoutout 800, that’s my motherfvckin’ hitter
That’s my killer, that’s my dawg, that’s my motherfvckin’ niqqa
niqqa, we ain’t friendly, we don’t conversate with opps
On that gang sh!t, but we done made it off the block
fvckin’ on your B!tch, she was actin’ likе a bop
That’s why them busty niqqas hate me, off top
fvck Clark Kеnt, we ain’t into savin’ hoes
We be playin’ with money, y’all playin’ with y’all nose
My B!tch rich, she gon’ pull up in a Rolls
With that Off-White on and some all white toes
Lamborghini black, Maybach and a Rari’
Westside sh!t, might pull up on Harley
T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin’ gnarly
House niqqas, y’all ain’t never outside, sorry
[Chorus: YG & Tyga] I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fvck top ten B!tches, you fvck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
[Verse 2: Tyga] I don’t fvck rats no more, I’m at the top (Top)
Send me the addy, you know it’s gon’ pop (Pop)
B!tch, take a look at the sip and don’t flock (Flock)
She bouncin’ on my d!ck, man, this B!tch got hops
Uh, money in my palm and her pu$$y got my hand on it
Got a lil’ tired, then I— (What?), put my man on it
Trampoline green, how the B!tch just land on it?
Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it
Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun
niqqas don’t sleep, I’m a beast where I’m from
Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (Ugh)
Platinum in my teeth and it cost a honey bun (Sweet)
Jack in the box, tell these clowns that it’s up (It’s up)
niqqas actin’ tough (Tough), I’ma call bluff
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the DJ, but I had enough (niqqa)
And this ain’t for the radio, keep this sh!t rough, niqqa
[Chorus: YG & Tyga] I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fvck top ten B!tches, you fvck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fvck top ten B!tches, you fvck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid)