Switch Lanes
[Hook:]When I switch lanes, phantom doors swingArm out the window screaming money ain't a thangCall it automatic bang, bang, bangCall it automatic bang, bang, bangRari switch lanes, diamonds in my chainBeen around the world all the hoes know my nameCall it automatic bang, bang, bangMr. automatic bang, bang, bang
[Verse 1: Game & Tyga][Game:]Fuck a nigga up, louie belt match the chucksI'm in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tubBack it up like a u-haul, rake ass is upSpades in my ice bucket, rub that for luckRacks in my cargos, Audemar stupidThey say she in love with me, stay away from cupidThe Panamera's sick, LupusT-Rawwwww show them how we do it[Tyga:]Swiss signs do it, my new bitchA nudist, peace like a buddhistCooler than cool-whip, get brain don't be stupidFaded like boozy, cut like a crew neckArm out the window, another check, another rolexMo' less, the moet, the mo' sex, I must sayI bought her the P Jet, more than a piss testSo I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna' make up[Game:]Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake upWake Up, shooting my babies all on her make upI'm running through all these hoes, Brandon JacobsLambo doors up, sitting just like her legsEat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead
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[Verse 2: Tyga & Game][Tyga:]Never tell a bitch I love herMoney talk Chris TuckerGot a chauffeur, and a driverI don't lease it, I'm a buy itI'll be on the broke dietYou ain't eating but you biting my styleMotherfucking strike, light-lighteningT-Carti, my bitch like BulgariI walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart meSpent 30 racks, I'm a make it back tomorrowPull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara[Game:]You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safariTyga ridin' shotgun, snake band cartiAir, I'm in them like airs2500 nigga call them Nikes rareSee them niggas hating, but I don't really careGold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flaresSnow on my wirst call that rollie big bearNigga see it in the light though (woo!) Rick Flair
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[Verse 3: Game]Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the PhantomBitches screaming A, we ain't nowhere near AtlantaMaybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinnerFucking with them lottery boys, now she a winnerI'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vaginaGet lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find herEat it like lasagna, eat it like E-HondaShout out my nigga Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna
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