Nann Nigga Tyga (Ft. Honey C)

[Intro: Taterhead, Trina & Trick Daddy]
Ayy, check it out, baby
See, look here for one second, he wanna holla at you
Who is your dawg
Trae
Hell Naw, I don't wanna holla at no motherfucker tricky he all over there smelling like bookie, Hennessy and shit, hell naw
You saying, what you got? check it out
Hol' up bitch, Hol up' bitch, bitch
Hol' up ho

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ho you don't know nann nigga
Floss like me, ball like me, superstar like me
Ho you don't know nann nigga
Icy white teeth, icy like me, nigga get me five feet
Ho you don't know nann nigga
Been to places, I've been
Pull up Maybach Benz, fuck 'bout five or six best friends
Ho you don't know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Ho you don't know nann nigga, uh-uh ho
Ho you don't know nann nigga

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Pull up in the Coupe, bad bitches with me too
And my niggas wanna shoot
Down payment on my wrist
Could pay tuition too
Hit the bitches with the juke, R2, spin move
Rawmatic with the juice, she used to chill with the Maloufs
Fuck a room, I want the roof, Cabanas on the booth
Bandanas on my troops, D'usse, diamond tooth
Now pop that pussy, yeah
Ho you don't know nann nigga
Work hard, sports cars
A menage, my garage, shirt off, skirt off
Skrrt off, off top, I'm the best, no props, make this mo-fucker hop
Pop that pussy don't stop