PLATINUM Lyrics – Tyga, YG
Singer: Tyga, YG
Title: PLATINUM
Uh-oh
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I **** top ten b#tches, you **** bop
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
You know I’m in the b#tch, thugged out off the liquor
Straight tequila shots so it’s ****in’ up my liver
Shout out 800, that’s my mother****in’ hitter
That’s my killer, that’s my dawg, that’s my mother****in’ n#gg#
n#gg#, we ain’t friendly, we don’t conversate with opps
On that gang sh#t, but we done made it off the block
****in’ on your b#tch, she was actin’ like a bop
That’s why them busty n#gg#s hate me, off top
**** Clark Kent, we ain’t into savin’ hoes
We be playin’ with money, y’all playin’ with y’all nose
My b#tch 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 sh#t, might pull up on Harley
T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin’ gnarly
House n#gg#s, y’all ain’t never outside, sorry
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I **** top ten b#tches, you **** bop
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 (Four-hundred)
I don’t **** rats no more, I’m at the top (Top)
Send me the addy, you know it’s gon’ pop (Pop)
b#tch, take a look at the sip and don’t flock (Flock)
She bouncin’ on my dick, man, this b#tch got hops
Uh, money in my palm and her p#ss# got my hand on it
Got a lil’ tired, then I— (What?), put my man on it
Trampoline green, how the b#tch just land on it?
Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it
Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun
n#gg#s don’t sleep, I’m a beast where I’m from
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)
n#gg#s actin’ tough (Tough), I’ma call bluff
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the DJ, but I had enough (n#gg#)
And this ain’t for the radio, keep this sh#t rough, n#gg#
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I **** top ten b#tches, you **** bop
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
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I **** top ten b#tches, you **** bop
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
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