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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyga
Tyga
Composer
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Ronald Smith
Ronald Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ronald Smith
Ronald Smith
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Matt Anthony
Matt Anthony
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to your bitch, told her I'd buy her
**** talk shit, I'll pull out the fire
[Verse 2]
Bitches gettin' loose, ride through on your block, man
In the drop, hair black, bands make a bitch cheat, not care
Young guerrilla pop bills, pop bands
Put a price on your head, dollar sign, die fast, live young, ****
Got mills ain't a dumb ****
**** got choppers like drums going dumb, ****
Take her for the night, night stand then I'm done, ****
Then I giver her back like, huh, ****
[Verse 3]
Ha, I'm the shit, call the plumber
I'm so lit, I don't know my  number
Walk up in the club like, what's your dilemma?
Started taking shots but I am no beginner
Ah, bottles in my both hands, bitch, twerk
We don't slow dance to no slow jams
All my **** in the club doing the money dance
Big booty clapping to the end, all night, goddamn
[Verse 4]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to your bitch, told her I'd buy her
**** talk shit, I'll pull out the fire
[Verse 5]
Bitch, 'cause I'm loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches gettin' loose
[Verse 6]
Loosen up in the back seat
Got killers on the street, bitch, life ain't a beach
And his beach house ain't cheap, got shooters like the Heat
Real motherfucking Gs, RIP Eazy E, T'd up, bitch, let a **** nut
We can shoot dollars just a bang for yo' buck
Ride out, **** rough, it's the thuggish, ruggish bone
My **** Rambo, Sylvester Stallone
[Verse 7]
Gone, got bars ain't gotta roam
If she ain't giving dome, I guess she gon' be walking home
Click, clack two heels, tell her don't make a noise
When I'm down south, **** say I'm that boy
Good dawg, good for nothing but the cash
Hunnid on the dash, molly in the stash
Fuck a price tag
Smoke till I can't see nothing, call it gas mask
She gon' need a white flag when a **** murder that ass
[Verse 8]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to your bitch, told her I'd buy her
**** talk shit, I'll pull out the fire
[Verse 9]
Bitch, 'cause I'm loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Loose off the goose, goose
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches gettin' loose
[Verse 10]
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Bi, bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bi, bitches getting loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Bi, bitches gettin' loose
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches gettin' loose
[Verse 11]
Bi, bitches getting loose
Real shit, I ain't never been a liar
Bitches gettin' loose
[Verse 12]
Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit
I ain't never been a liar
Walk up to your bitch, told her I'd buy her
**** talk shit, I'll pull out the fire
[Verse 13]
Bitch, 'cause I'm loose off the goose, goose
Written by: R. Smith, Tyga
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