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Tyga - Dancin Like Iz Pop [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yume
Yume
Songwriter
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
Tyrone Mehdiz
Tyrone Mehdiz
Songwriter
John Sammis
John Sammis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yume
Yume
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Samantha Henry
Samantha Henry
Recording Engineer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer
Dillon Brophy
Dillon Brophy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kingsley the Corgi
Kingsley the Corgi
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Gotta talk a lil' shit
Bitch
[Chorus]
Okay, we gon' turn this thang up a notch
Yeah, I heard you been talkin' to the opps (Grr)
NBA pointers on the watch (Pow, pow, pow)
Diamonds dancin' on me like it's pop (Pop, pop)
Like it's Michael Jackson
I said that I love her, she don't know I'm sarcastic
Brand new dollar bills, got 'em bustin' out the plastic
Roof go in the trunk, man, I know it look like magic (Wah)
[Verse 1]
Voila, man, I pass these hoes like like magic
Richard Mille bubble, shit look like a gadget (Watch, wah)
AM radio because we turn it into static
She thought that I love her, I went ghost, it was tragic (It was tragic)
Aye, truck outside when I'm ready (Ready)
She be in my ear talkin' crazy off the Henny (Henny)
Keys in my city, man, I pull up with like twenty (Twenty)
All these rappers cappin', they some actors, need a Emmy
[Chorus]
Okay, we gon' turn this thang up a notch
Yeah, I heard you been talkin' to the opps (Grr)
NBA pointers on the watch (Pow, pow, pow)
Diamonds dancin' on me like it's pop (Pop, pop)
Like it's Michael Jackson
I said that I love her, she don't know I'm sarcastic
Brand new dollar bills, got 'em bustin' out the plastic
Roof go in the trunk, man, I know it look like magic (Wah)
[Verse 2]
Your girl disappear, magic
I just blew a hundred in one night, it's a habit
Step out in all black like we holdin' up a casket
Diamonds dance like Mike, I need zippers on the jacket (Yeah, yeah)
Movin' on the low 'cause I got status (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
I can fly her out if she got baggage
Okay, I think I'm more famous out in Paris (I am)
Yeah, you can have that bitch 'cause I ain't sharin' (I don't want her)
Yeah, I done did a lot, but I ain't done yet (Done yet)
I got Phantom back to back, down on Sunset, yeah
I done did a lot of favors, make 'em pay they debt
I got hoes on me like Keith, make 'em break a sweat (Sweat)
Smoke like cigarette, ice make 'em break they neck
Money comin' 'bout a minute, told 'em, "Give me a sec"
Why you pull up to my section? You don't even flex, yeah
I'm a true vet, diamonds do the two-step (Wash, wash)
[Bridge]
Usher Raymond on them hoes, ****
She got it bad for a fly ****
[Chorus]
Okay, we gon' turn this thang up a notch
Yeah, I heard you been talkin' to the opps (Grr)
NBA pointers on the watch
Diamonds dancin' on me like it's pop (Pop, pop)
Like it's Michael Jackson
I said that I love her, she don't know I'm sarcastic
Brand new dollar bills, got 'em bustin' out the plastic
Roof go in the trunk, man, I know it look like magic
[Outro]
I never wanted to be second
I always wanted to be the best
I always rooted for the bad guy
See, you see, I knew people didn't want him to win
I just love being the underdog
Written by: Dounya Selina Yume Aznou, John Sammis, Michael Ray Stevenson, Tyrone Mehdiz, Yume
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