Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga] Slide on it pimp game with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta ****, and a icy chain Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name You ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift a hand Three million cash, call me Rain Man Money like a shower, that's my rain dance And we all in black, like it's Gangland Say the wrong words, you be hangman Watch me stick to your **** like a spray tan Aw, Mr. What-Kind-of-Car-He-In? And the city love my name, ****, gotta say it [Chorus: Tyga] (Taste, taste), she can get a taste (Tastе, taste), she can get a tastе (Taste, taste), **** what a **** say It's all the same like Mary-Kate (Taste, taste), she can get a taste (Taste, taste), let you get a taste (Taste, taste), do you love the taste? Yeah, that's cool