Tyga – Hollywood Ni**az Lyrics

(Pre Chorus)
I heard ni**as hating on me from the sideline, mm, nice try
Can’t see you ni**as anyway, too busy standing on my pride, ah
Yeah yeah, got a lot lotta sh*t to say, so I’mma start off saying this
I can give a f**k what a magazine say, get off my d**k, hm
That’s the tip, mhm

(Verse 1)
I see your pockets getting chubby, get a loan from me
Don’t leave your bi**h alone in the room with me
Tying rope or comatose her in a coma, homie
Little little homie bigger than your biggest homie
Rich Homie Quan told me just get richer homie
So I’mma keep making millions independent homie
The money greener than the reefer Wiz Khalifa showed me
I’m up in London smoking skunky with some real ni**as only

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(Chorus)
I don’t f**k with no broke bi**hes
I don’t f**k with Hollywood ni**as
I don’t f**k with no gold diggers
Only f**k if she dope, ni**a

(Verse 2)
I don’t drive no Honda ni**a, only f**k with foreign whips
I don’t drive the speed limit ni**a, always drive with my windows tinted
I don’t f**k with no petty change, only f**k with them big faces
I don’t f**k with no Breitlings, Cuban chains, Rolex faces
I don’t f**k with no ratchet bi**hes, Maybach too classic bi**hes
I don’t turn up on your time, Tina Turner, she smacking bi**hes
Bi**hes change like February, I don’t dress like Tyler Perry
I don’t wear no button up, f**k that even if she married
Pu**y all in my vocabulary, she s**k it wet like a aquarg
I don’t f**k with no librarians, shy bi**hes and talking parakeets
I don’t f**k with no broke bi**hes, I don’t f**k with no petty ni**as
I don’t listen to none these bi**hes, yeah, only f**k with my money ni**a

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