Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Switch Lanes (feat. The Game) , by - Tyga. Song from the album Well Done 3 & 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.11.2014
Record label: Mix Up
Switch Lanes (feat. The Game) |
| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing |
| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang" |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain |
| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Fuck a nigga up, Louie belt match the chucks |
| I'm in the club with Raww nigga, ten ratchets tucked |
| Back it up like a U-Haul, when cash is up |
| Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck |
| Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid |
| Bitch say she in love with me, stay away from Cupid |
| The Panamera's sick, lupus |
| T-Raww, show them how we do it |
| Ahh! |
| Swoosh sign, do it |
| My new bitch a nudist, peace like a buddist |
| Cooler than Cool Whip, give brain, don't be stupid |
| Faded like Boosie, cut like a crew neck |
| Arm out the window, 'nother check, 'nother Rolex |
| Mo' less, the Moet, the mo' sex, I must say |
| I boarded the P-jet, more than a piss test |
| So wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna make up |
| Break up, telling these bitches to get their cake up |
| Wake up, shooting my babies all on her make-up |
| I'm running through these hoes, Brandon Jacobs |
| Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs |
| Skeeted off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead |
| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing |
| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang" |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain |
| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Never tell a bitch I love her, money talk, Chris Tucker |
| Got a chauffeur and a driver, I don't lease it, I'ma buy it |
| Y'all be on a broke diet, you ain't eating but you biting my style |
| Motherfucker strike like lightning |
| T-Carti, my bitch like Bvlgari |
| I walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart me |
| Spent 30 racks, I'ma make it back tomorrow |
| Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara |
| You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari |
| Tyga riding shotgun, snake print Carti-er |
| I'm in them Nike Airs |
| 2500 nigga, call them Nikes rare |
| See them niggas hating, but I don't really care |
| Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares |
| Snow on my wirst call that Roley big bear |
| Nigga see it in the light though (woo!) Ric Flair |
| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing |
| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang" |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain |
| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Pull up at the barbershop, chop the top off the Phantom |
| Bitches screaming A, we ain't where near Atlanta |
| Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner |
| Fucking with them lottery balls, now she a winner |
| I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina |
| Get lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find me |
| Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda |
| Shout out my nigga Breezy and beat it like Rihanna |
| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing |
| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang" |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain |
| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name |
| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang |
| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang |