[Intro: Tyga]
You're a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)
You're a real bitch, go on, light it up (Light it up)
It's your birthday, go on, light it up (Light it up)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up
(Mello made it right) Ha! Yeah
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Pass me the kush, we gon' light it up (Light it up)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up)
Slide in my DM, you can hit me up (Hit me up)
She wanna be the one, she ain't the only one (No)
I got a bop in the trap, got a bop on my lap (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I don't gotta chase the cat (Nah)
They pull up where I'm at, get the addy from they friends (Yeah)
I don't keep loose change and I don't tie up loose ends
If a nigga want beef, if a bitch want beef
We put it on the grill, serve that bitch to the street (Blah)
She call me Young Beckham 'cause a nigga go deep (Yeah)
I live by the beat, I'ma kill what I eat (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Tyga & Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown]
If you a real bitch, light it up (Light it up, yeah)
If you a real bitch, go on, light it up (Light it up)
It's your birthday, go on, light it up (Oh-oh, light it up, ayy)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Middle fingers up, ayy)
Ooh, my niggas gon' light it up (Light it up, ayy)
If you a real nigga, go on, light it up (Light it up, ayy)
It's your birthday, light it up (Oh-oh, light it up)
If you a real bitch, go on, light it up (Light it up)
You're a real bitch, light it up (Light it up)
You're a real bitch, go on, light it up (Light it up)
It's your birthday, go on, light it up (Light it up)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up
(Mello made it right) Ha! Yeah
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Pass me the kush, we gon' light it up (Light it up)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Fingers up)
Slide in my DM, you can hit me up (Hit me up)
She wanna be the one, she ain't the only one (No)
I got a bop in the trap, got a bop on my lap (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a dog, but I don't gotta chase the cat (Nah)
They pull up where I'm at, get the addy from they friends (Yeah)
I don't keep loose change and I don't tie up loose ends
If a nigga want beef, if a bitch want beef
We put it on the grill, serve that bitch to the street (Blah)
She call me Young Beckham 'cause a nigga go deep (Yeah)
I live by the beat, I'ma kill what I eat (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Tyga & Chris Brown, Tyga, Chris Brown]
If you a real bitch, light it up (Light it up, yeah)
If you a real bitch, go on, light it up (Light it up)
It's your birthday, go on, light it up (Oh-oh, light it up, ayy)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (Middle fingers up, ayy)
Ooh, my niggas gon' light it up (Light it up, ayy)
If you a real nigga, go on, light it up (Light it up, ayy)
It's your birthday, light it up (Oh-oh, light it up)
If you a real bitch, go on, light it up (Light it up)
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