I’m in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts
Got the Halloween kicks trick or treating the clutch
Come on nigga, is you tricking or what?
Flow tighter than a dick in the butt
Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv’
Little white tee, some boobs and bamboo
White girls tell me, “Hey, Nicki, your camp rules
Is that why you get more head than shampoos?”
Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me
And I never let a D-boy boink for free
‘Cause it’s Barbie bitch, you can join the wave
I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase
You couldn’t beat me there if you had a Leer
Indian-style court side with a cavalier
VIP Roseau’s you can have a beer
‘Cause honey when you getting money you don’t have a care

Now Roger that, Rroger that. Roger that, Rroger that
Roger that, Roger that…Roger

[Tyga:]
Young black Rico’s
Kill for the C notes
But me though
I jack son bitch Tito
She wanna play games
But this is not bingo
Monopoly I’m past “GO”
Gon’ ahead and deep-throat
4-chick Foursomes
Skin colors mocha
Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem
Pole
Watt stroke ’em
Strike it like bowling
Now open like you yawnin’
It’s 6 in the morning
Sleeping on me probably in a coffin
I’m hotter than the end of fuckin’ August
I’m awesome
I’m awesome. Repeat it to your Grandma and Uncles, my Mothers
Tyga’s no Dad but I’m the motherfucker
My fuckers
This the last supper
Look, no hands
I’m a bread cuffer
I don’t dare lover
I’m a dare devil
I don’t fear nothin’
Motherfucker
Young money!

Now roger that. Roger that. Roger that. Roger that. Fuck around and never get Roger back

[Wayne:]
(I’m goin’ in!)
Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
The blunt still wet, so pass it like brat
We sip side a mug, we call it upset
Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden debt
I’m a beast
You a pet
AK long neck
Keith Sweat
Weezy, motherfucker
Capo in this bitch with me
Money talks and have a convo in this bitch with me
I’m mountain high Colorado in this bitch with me
Flow crazy. 730, you just 650
20 bullets from the Chopper take the roof off
Laughing to the bank
I’m a goof ball
It’s YM
And we at yo neck like a violin
It’s our world
We make it spin
And y’all the prey. Amen
Now roger that. Roger that. Where Roger at? I heard Rog’ a Rat
Fuck around and never get Roger back