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Tyga
Tyga
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2 Chainz
2 Chainz
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Gudda Gudda
Gudda Gudda
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Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
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Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson
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Letras

[Verse 1]
Ah, All day long do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
[Verse 2]
Well understand **** that you call T roll
Running that money like Madoff
Yeah she gave that blow job, then she getting laid off
I ain't got no time hoe, stop blowing up my cell phone
Sweating me like head band
Call that bitch Rondo
I'm fresher than the prom ho, teacher we don't fly coach
Fucking but we she act dumb
Kick her out my condo
Real G's last king, young money balling
I give her a couple of shots
And then she turn a alcoholic
Metaphorically you're a toilet
And I'm shitting on your forehead
Two girls one cup
[Verse 3]
Yup we did it again last king
Y M C M B
I don't pay for bitches, bitches pay me
[Verse 4]
All day long do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
[Verse 5]
Knock knock, who the fuck is there?
Sign on my dick that says bad bitches come in here
Make a freak whore
Detour, straight to my partner woman
Let 'em beat it like a keyboard
All I do is dick 'em I don't tip 'em like a stripper
Man, I got a ton of chicks under my belt
Like a zipper
Walk up in the club, pick 'em out
And then I pick 'em off
Pick 'em up and knock 'em down
And then I drop 'em off
I'm a dog, keep your girl from around my type of shit
Be milk box material
And missing for the night
Man this shit is just that easy
When your pockets sitting right
I turn my bed into a stage
And let your bitch rock on my mic
[Verse 6]
All day long do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
[Verse 7]
First I check my Rollie, then say why me do it
Why me do it? Show you how to cook like Martha Stewart
I want some cheese cake I have you walking to it
Plus I stack my money tall, don't you walk into it
Just do it, all I do is smoke jet fluid
Fuck her with my chain on so my trunk can hit the booty
Outrageous with the Louis, I'm a fashion-air
Ever since 16 I've been a fucking thousand-air
They know me by my nickname in the dealership
And all my shows and funerals
Hoes, I keep killing shit
You use to get money so you reminisce
And if your bitch get with this you'll get benefits
[Verse 8]
All day long do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Big bank roll do it like Tony
Fuck her friend and I pass it to the big homie
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Got a sign on my dick, bad bitches only
Written by: Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Tauheed Epps

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