Correction Lyrics PLATINUM by Tyga & YG

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[Intro: YG]
Uh-oh

[Verse 1: YG]
You know how many bitches thugged out off the liquor?
Straight tequila shots, so it's fuckin' up my liver
Shoutout 800, that's my motherfuckin' hitter
That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my motherfuckin' nigga
Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps
On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block
Fuckin' on your bitch, shе was actin' like a bop
That's why them busty niggas hate mе, off top
Fuck Clark Kent, 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

[Verse 2: Tyga]
I don't fuck 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 pussy got my hand on it
Got a lil' toppy, 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 (Ha)
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 (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 fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin' platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four-hundred, 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 fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops
Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops
We goin' platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four-hundred, five-hundred what I get a show
Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code
We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)

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