Listen to Switch Lanes (feat. Game) by Tyga

Switch Lanes (feat. Game)

Tyga

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Tyga

Vocals

The Game

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tyga

Composer

Jess Jackson

Songwriter

Bennett Armstrong

Bennett Armstrong

Songwriter

J. Taylor

Songwriter

Justyn Armstrong

Justyn Armstrong

Songwriter

Michael Stevenson

Michael Stevenson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Laze & Royal

Producer

Nice

Producer

Justin Hersh

Assistant Recording Engineer

Jess Jackson

Mixing Engineer

Michael Stevenson

Michael Stevenson

Vocal Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ah, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swang

Arm out the window, screamin' "Money ain't a thang"

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Rarri switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world, all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]

Fuck a **** up, Louis belt match the Chucks

I'm in the club with raw, ****, ten ratchets tucked

Back it up like a U-Haul when cash is up

Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck

Racks in my cargos, Audemars stupid

Bitch say she in love with me, stay away from Cupid

That Panamera sick, Lupus

T-Raw, show 'em how we do it

[Verse 3]

Swish sign, do it, my new bitch a nudist

Peace like a Buddhist, cooler that Cool-Whip

Get brain, don't be stupid

Faded like Boosie, cut like a crew-neck

Arm out the window, 'nother check, 'nother Rolex

Mo' less, the Moet, the mo' sex, I must say

I bought her the Piguet, more than a piss test

I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna make up

[Verse 4]

Break up, tellin' these bitches to get they cake up

Wake up, shootin' my babies all on her makeup

I'm runnin' through these hoes, Brandon Jacobs

Lambo doors up, sittin' just like her legs

Skeeted off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead

[Verse 5]

When I switch lanes, Phantom doors swang

Arm out the window, screamin' "Money ain't a thang"

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Rarri switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world, all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang

[Verse 6]

Never tell a bitch I love her

Money Talks, Chris Tucker

Got a chauffeur and a driver

I don't lease it, I'ma buy it

Y'all be on the broke diet

You ain't eatin' but you bitin'

My style, motherfucker, strike like lightning

T-Cardi, my bitch like Bvlgari

I walk in the spot, all the bitches Bogart me

Spent thirty racks, I'ma make it back tomorrow

Pull up wit' a bit titty bitch like Toccara

[Verse 7]

You ain't neva seen a Rari, look like a safari

Tyga ridin' shotgun, snake band Cardi'

'Er, I'm 'em like Airs

25 hunnid, ****, call them Nik's rare

See them **** hatin', but I don't really care

Gold bottles comin', tell them bitches light flares

Snow on my wrist, call that Rollie big bear

****, see it in the light tho, (Whoo) Rick Flair

[Verse 8]

Ah, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swang

Arm out the window, screamin' "Money ain't a thang"

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Rarri switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world, all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang

[Verse 9]

Pull up at the barbershop, chop the top off the Phantom

Bitches screamin', "A," we ain't nowhere near Atlanta

Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner

Fuckin' with them lottery balls, now she a winner

I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina

Get lost in that pussy, ****, you will never find 'em

Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E. Honda

Shout out Bre-Breezy, shout out Ri-Rihanna

[Verse 10]

Ah, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swang

Arm out the window, screamin' "Money ain't a thang"

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Rarri switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world, all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang

Written by: A. Jackson, J. ARMSTRONG, J. Jackson, J. Taylor, Tyga, b. armstrong

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