Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
YG
YG
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Denis Raab
Denis Raab
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DTP
DTP
Producer
Samantha Henry
Samantha Henry
Recording Engineer
Patrik Ehrenblad Plummer
Patrik Ehrenblad Plummer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Dillon Brophy
Dillon Brophy
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-oh
[Chorus]
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin' platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum, but I wear gold
Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code
We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
[Verse 1]
You know how many bitches thugged out off the liquor?
Straight tequila shots, so it's fuckin' up my liver
Shoutout 800, that's my motherfuckin' hitter
That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my motherfuckin' ****
****, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps
On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block
Fuckin' on your bitch, she was actin' like a bop
That's why them busty **** hate me, off top
Fuck Clark Kent, we ain't into savin' hoes
We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose
My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls
With that Off-White on and some all white toes
Lamborghini black, Maybach and a 'Rari
Westside shit, might pull up on Harley
T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly
House ****, y'all ain't never outside, sorry
[Chorus]
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin' platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum, but I wear gold
Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code
We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
[Verse 2]
I don't fuck rats no more, I'm at the top (Top)
Send me the addy, you know it's gon' pop (Pop)
Bitch, take a look at the sip and don't flock (Flock)
She bouncin' on my dick, man, this bitch got hops
Uh, money in my palm and her pussy got my hand on it
Got a lil' toppy, then I— (What?), put my man on it
Trampoline green how the bitch just land on it
Treat the beat like a treadmill how I ran on it
Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun
**** don't sleep, I'm a beast where I'm from (Ha)
Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (Ugh)
Platinum in my teeth and it cost a honey bun (Sweet)
Jack in the box, tell these clowns that it's up (It's up)
**** actin' tough (Tough), I'ma call bluff (Bluff)
I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ, but I had enough (****)
And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, ****
[Chorus]
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin' platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code
We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin' platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code
We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
Written by: Tyga, YG
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