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Tyga - Switch Lanes Feat The Game (Official Music Video) In HD
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
The Game
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyga
Tyga
Composer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Bennett Armstrong
Bennett Armstrong
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Justyn Armstrong
Justyn Armstrong
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Laze & Royal
Laze & Royal
Producer
Nice
Nice
Producer
Justin Hersh
Justin Hersh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
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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