Tyga - Dancin 4 Dollas Lyrics

You know she just moved out of Momma’s
Just went back to college
She is my dancer...
When she dance I throw her dollars
I throw her dollars i throw her dollars
She is my dancer...
When she dance I throw her dollars
She works hard for the money...
So, so hard...
So hard for the money...so, so hard
She be dancin’ for them dollars
She be dancin’ for them dollars
She be dancin’ for them dollars
Dancin’ for them dollars

Uh, same ni**a that you knew since back when
You ain’t had too many dollars
And you couldn’t trust your friends
Used to ride around Impala
Drop you off right after high school
I don’t know too many like you
Bi**hes hate but they won’t fight you

Uh, as far as nothing, too honest...
No time for no problems
It’s all good cause you bad
You just be fallin’ for the wrong ni**as
I’m clicking all of her pictures
And she showing all of that a**
Got that life, you don’t even gotta act
You ain’t gotta know how to know that

Money slaves, can’t save them
Her mind gone, she tainted
She getting double what she made then
Ain’t gotta man, but she paid man
She know the game, it ain’t fair
Just foul play, no referees
I’m falling back, just watching that
In the corner off with a couple of racks
I like that, I need that...
I want that, I see that
Can I meet that, where you be at
Everybody try to beat that
I’m clicking all of her pictures
And she showing all of that ass
Got that life, you don’t even gotta act
You ain’t gotta know how to know that

I like that i need that...
I want that i see that...
Can I meet that, where you be at
Everybody try to beat that
I like that i need that...
I want that i see that....
Can I meet that, where you be at
Everybody try to beat that
I Like that...i Need that
I Like that...
Can i...can i can
I meet that...

Lirik Lagu Tyga - Well Done 2

Well, Well done!
Well, Well Done!
Well, Well Done!
Finish Him!
Well, Well done! Well,
Well Done! Well, Well Done!
Finish Him!

Treat my d**k like a dog b**ch fetch
I put it down your throat then I buss it on your neck
T-killer i’ma mess homer simpson in the flesh
Yeah I’m doper then syringe f**k yo b**ch and all her friends
Make amends for all my sins I ain’t trippin on a b**ch
I’m a bull give me wings too many tats on my skin
You know my rank ni**a if you speakin’ come proper
Hit you with a shot like boom shaka laka
Knock your a** to your feet like too much vodka
I’m hotter than a 2 dollar pistol from a Rasta
Yeah they call me Tyga with a heart of Mufassa
Ni**a I ain’t lyin, hard to find like a fossil
I’ll be outta here king s**t like Cairo
Asian nigga kick you in the face tai bo
I’m rising with the heat on these ni**as like pyro
I’m just freestylin a nigga young and wildin’
Lord I done suffered thru too many years
And we done shed so so many tears
Lost many peers no memories
Just misery killing all my enemies
F**k her til she can’t see f**k until we can’t breath
Knock knock who there, dez nuts in your face
Bi**h I’m eatin get a plate
All my niggas do the same most my homies hoover gang
Uh Larry Hoover, Lawrence Taylor, giant glocks
Patch your eye like a raider
Too many bi**hes call it pu**y mania
Ni**as tryna ball, swag, I don’t do favors
Pac s**t middle finger, finger f**k who ever hating
I’m the s**t ya’ll ni**as constipated
F**k yo bi**h its easy even to a caveman
I’m good, make it, make it rain til the roof cave in
85 laker, high rise, purple lasers
Marc Jacobs famous like the morning laser
No patients leave her in the lobby waiting
Vacation ni**a I ain’t talking Vegas

Well, Well done! Well,
Well Done! Well, Well Done!
Finish him!