Tyga & Yg Platinum Lyrics

[Intro: YG]
Uh-oh

[Chorus: YG & Tyga]
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I f*ck top ten bitches, you f*ck bops
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 f*ckin' up my liver
Shoutout 800, that's my motherf*ckin' hitter
That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my motherf*ckin' nigga
Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps
On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block
f*ckin' on your bitch, she was actin' likе a bop
That's why them busty niggas hate me, off top
f*ck Clark Kеnt, 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: YG & Tyga]
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I f*ck top ten bitches, you f*ck bops
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 f*ck 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 p*ssy 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: YG & Tyga]
I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock
I f*ck top ten bitches, you f*ck bops
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 f*ck top ten bitches, you f*ck bops
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)