[Intro: Young Thug] (Thug!) Baby, pass me the hookah (These niggas' scrubs) Baby, pass me the hookah (I don't make love) Baby, pass me the hookah (Just don't) Hey, baby, just pass me the hookah
[Verse 1: Young Thug] Tearin' up the place I'm a rich nigga, got Chanel on my waist Run up on me playin', I'ma aim it at ya face And that go for anybody, anyway, ayy I'm a rich Blood, by the way And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape (woop!) Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait Don't wanna talk, man, no'n to say, I need some space Woop, woop, woop! My new car geeked up I just paid the cop, now I'm runnin' out o' court (ooh) Panoramic top, I'ma put it on the rocks (ooh) Crawl, walk and hop, got all o' these bitches shocked (ayy, hey!) Hey! Stone molly whiter than my socks (on) I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap (chrome) Clone a young nigga and still flop (woop!) I got pints by the two, no Pac
[Verse 2: Tyga] Hagh! Rubbin' on my chain, blowin' Cloudmatic Smoke somethin' with a G and bend that ass backwards Lay back, relax, and talk mathematics Later on, we test a little sex practice Write my name on the wall Money in the mattress, bet she wanna get involved She hopped on the blunt, say, where the hookah y'all? I tell her pass back if the shit too strong, it's all set Mozart art on the block, so wet I got her where I want her and I ain't done yet Lookin' at your future, baby, put down the cigarette Come hop on this kush jet and take flight Yeah, tell them bitches, hm, fuck that You with Aladdin, bet I got a magic carpet for that ass Yes, I'm also on one, got two Olsens on me Big homie, Young Thugger Thugger rollin' Rolls Royce, so, shawty
[Verse 3: Tyga] Hagh! Bein' frank, baddies in the Benz waggin' You know she wanna ride home, hop on the band wagon I got the chain saggin', you know the life lavish Lifestyles like this, gon' need Magnums Pass, baby, welcome to rich class, baby You all Maybelline with ya new Celine Audemars on lean, cars on sheen You white, girl, but black girl ghetto fly ting It's verified, they ain't on your sea level Watered eyes, don't cry, inhale and breathe regular My baby on it: high at the crack of dawn, and Body shape; figure eight, like Picasso draw ya Oh, yes, I'm winnin', bling kingin', ring blingin' Like-Like, for no reason, let's get closer, closed in Remove your clothes, we close friends Don't get choked smokin' OG Oakland Shout out Oakland
[Outro: Tyga] For all my bitches that smoke hookah
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This was originally confirmed as the second single from Tyga’s 4th studio album, The Gold Album, but the version of TGA that this was recorded for was scrapped, and he completely remade the album, with this single and a few others being cut off.
According to Young Money HQ the video for the single was shot on April 23, 2014. YMHQ also posted some BTS pictures from the video here.
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