I’m Done - Tyga

I'm Done - Tyga
How you gon hate on me in the club Ni**a I ain't even in the club Haha
Killa ni**a last king roll up on 'em in a Bentley
Mothaf**ka gorilla go getter hoe getter
Hoe ni**a better hold yours ni**a
I'm sick throw up throw up this liquor
Mo' money I got it
B**ches ain't problems not to me
Yeah they bout it Master P so many albums on release
Sh*t in my closet Louboutan and bloody bottoms
B**ches spot em yeah I'm stylin
Tyga pilot fly no mileage yeah I put them b**ches on it
California man gold on my license plate
Ladies' man baby I know what them b**ches like
Little mic mike n ikes candy color cover ice
Outta sight outta mind
She gon spend the night but don't waste my time
I'm 2 miles away from the Hollywood sign
King of the hill ni**a don't look down
Probably at Polo house right now
All these b**ches on the prowl
Look at my flow look at my eyes
Tell me what you see don't lie
Mo'f**kin G R to the E A to the T EST
Last king look at my ring tell that b**ch get off my thing
My girl ain't here and she off that drink
I'm off that mink
Fur murder swervin' make the jet ski do a hurdle
You's a motherf**kin turtle knock you down like Berto
Straps on my side like Urkle boy I'll hurt you
Turn your face purple
Niggas wanna talk but your convo worthless
These converse yeah all black chuckers
I'm that ni**a you just a ni**a
One more year yeah I'ma be bigger
Don't call me Tigga jack the ripper
Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner
I'm done