Bang - G-Eazy, Tyga

Aye

I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game

I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Pop that ass for me, baby

Make that shit bang

Why so serious, I’m never fuckin' around

These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin' the ground

Plane Jane Patek I’m never bustin' it down

Flagrant as fuck, I’m never toning it down (Yeah)

Oh, you big mad?

Why you chasin' a chick that I been had?

Took your dream girl down, yeah I did that

Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that

Believe me my belt got notches

Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches

Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us

But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches

Aye, (yee)

I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game (Winners win)

I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Pop that ass for me, baby

Make that shit bang

Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up

Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up

It’s game time, put me in, I’m suited up

Bitch I’m good enough, I don’t need the luck

Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi

Make her buy open mouth like a scary movie

I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi

Proof’s in the income, I ain’t gotta prove it (nope)

She got a man, nigga I ain’t stupid

But the way you work that body mean you gotta lose it

And that pussy good, show me how you use it

Step by step, baby go through it

I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game

I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Pop that ass for me, baby

Make that shit bang

Yeah, talk to me nicely

Fifty on the chain, oh my god I’m so pricey

Mami she Spanish, she keep it so spicy

She throw it back, she like «Papi, don’t bite me»

Make her bend down

She 'gon let me clip when I’m in town

Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down

10k a month, Hell’s Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)

L.A. to New York, Bicoastal

I’m international, not local

I’m banned for these vintage Chanel bifocals

If you ain’t talkin' bags then I’m antisocial (Be gone)

Aye

I’m a balla, baby, he ain’t got no game

I’m a big dog, baby, rock big chains

And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang

Make that shit

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Pop that ass for me, baby

Make that shit bang