Tyga and YG are going Platinum with the lyrics of this new song, Enjoy!
PLATINUM LYRICS (written by Tyga & YG)
Intro:
Uh-oh
Chorus:
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
Verse 1: YG
You know how many bitches thugged out off the liquor?
Straight tequila shots, so it’s fuckin’ up my liver
Shoutout 800, that’s my motherfuckin’ hitter
That’s my killer, that’s my dawg, that’s my motherfuckin’ nigga
Nigga, we ain’t friendly, we don’t conversate with opps
On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block
Fuckin’ on your bitch, she was actin’ lik? a bop
That’s why them busty niggas hate me, off top
Fuck Clark K?nt, we ain’t into savin’ hoes
We be playin’ with money, y’all playin’ with y’all nose
My bitch 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 shit, might pull up on Harley
T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin’ gnarly
House niggas, y’all ain’t never outside, sorry
Chorus:
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
Verse 2: Tyga
I don’t fuck rats no more, I’m at the top (Top)
Send me the addy, you know it’s gon’ pop (Pop)
Bitch, take a look at the sip and don’t flock (Flock)
She bouncin’ on my dick, man, this bitch got hops
Uh, money in my palm and her pussy got my hand on it
Got a lil’ tired, then I”” (What?), put my man on it
Trampoline green, how the bitch just land on it?
Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it
Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun
Niggas 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)
Niggas actin’ tough (Tough), I’ma call bluff
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the DJ, but I had enough (Nigga)
And this ain’t for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga
Chorus:
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
I don’t do the rims no more, I ride stock
I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bop
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin’ platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin’ platinum without bein’ thorough
4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I’m livin’ by the code
We goin’ platinum, baby (4Hunnid)
