Well Done Tyga

[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