Texty: Tyga. Mirror.

[feat. Gudda Gudda]

Ook in the mirror
I see a f-cken star
Got your momma screaming
Look in the mirror
I see a f-cken star
Got your momma screaming
Phone me, like I'm ElDebarge
Lookin at my skin
Aww green scars
Bitch I think I'm pac
Gold hair and bow
Lambo, Ralph sag
Poppin purple tags
Show my face for cash
I'm a need a mask
For the love of money, I'll never love again
When you start to get it, bitch you'll understand
I'm holding my balls
Lettin them know I'm the man
The realer I get (the realer I get)
The better they shakin' my hand
Medicine man
Ziggity rolled
Playas stealin' my slang
Beast mode, K Perkins
In the muthaf-cken (muthaf-cken)
Brought my shades just in case
In the party if it pop off
See it's there, baby take yo top off
Man you niggas, man you niggas
Fuck yo knockoffs
I keep my girl Louis Vuitton with some goyard
Damn they real, order them all
That's an auto-fraud
Almost bought one, they told me 60 thou
I took my cash, spin it round town like Taz
Last king, young CEO, my nigga Jazz
Bitch it's rainin, duffel bag
It's opportune, let's make it fast
You goin' let it drip a little
Then I'm a make it splash
Boxer than a doggy bag
I be hungry, later man
Man, I'm a f-cken king
Look what's on my chair
Startin' to smell like money in this bitch
Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch

[Gudda Gudda:]
Bitch I'm on fire
Young Money rida'
Let the tool off for my nigga Tyga Tyga
Give em hell with the written spittin hot sauce
Treat your head like a fake purse, get knocked off
The coupe I take the top off
Woof, bitch, top dog
Lay her face on my lap, let her play with my sack
Then the bitch get lock jaw
We on top like toupes
Hat to the back, with 2 braids
Weezy out in 2 days
Young Money (Thursday)
We about to act up
Money I'm a stack up
Crack my safe burn 100 stacks, and then I'm a crack up
I'm hittin' like a Mack truck
Gun make a bitch nigga back up
Stacks on deck
Hit a nigga on the neck
And the bitch nigga don't get back up
Young Gudda times 2, that the name, hoe
Got a pot of gold like the end of the rainbow
You ain't a ballin' nigga why the fuck you came for
Oh you here with yo main hoe
I'm leaving with that same hoe

Startin' to smell like money in this bitch
Guess you know it's Young Money in this bitch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda we in this bitch
Tyga Tyga Gudda Gudda yea he in this bitch