Put On for the Game Lil Wayne (Ft. Gudda Gudda & Tyga)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash
Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand
This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class
Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz
Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams
And I was just a boy like killer cam
But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt
Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp
But it gets worse, how would you feel
Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk
After I'm all working your girlfriend purse
Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha?
Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying
Guess not, bet not they won't near us
Fear us, Y.M squadron
Young bloods
Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above
Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club
While you getting bub, I'm getting pub
These songs I mean, these songs be mean
Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities
I got the holy spirit, but no father son

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe
No roof while I'm shitting on em
Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for
I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up
Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura
Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something
You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son
Young nigga, got my money running like Barry
Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary
Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g
Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G
All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n
All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n