Tyga
Текст песни Bang Out

Hold up,
Money talk so you know what?
Ain't nothing to talk about,
Ye ain't got enough
Cause a rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love
Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fucking with no scrub
Niggas want connects, got no plugs
Nigga say they high, got no buzz
Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit, then say you froze up
Young niggas wanna pop pills, just pop up
Went on a bang, went on a bang
Bitches came for me and my nigga (easy!)
Threw that bitch out, got that hoe one way
Said she trying to stay, told that bitch, no way!
Supreme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper
I don't get mad, bitch, I just get even
T-Raw magician, I don't gotta trick or treat it
That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer!

Hook
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hating,
Had to pull my chains out
Make, make it rain even when it's rained out
Turn up (bitch)
Bad bang out!
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out!
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hating, had to pull my chains out!

Met a bitch last night, won't believe it
Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing
Killed the pussy, in the hotel screaming
Knock-knock, going in like the housekeeper
The room, keep it!
I fucked now I don't need it!
T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver
Pipe dreaming,
Fucking with a real baller
(The bitch is a bitch)
So I'm gonna call her!
Then they act up, call the backup
Don't matter, as if she ever mattered
Bitch shut up!
Throw it like I throw the set up
Tell her sit up, got her face down,
Bitch, don't put yo head up!
Yeah, biting on the air
Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir
I hop up, I.. a nigga, I ain't never scared
Closet full of straps and the condom right here
What I got?

Hook
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hating,
Had to pull my chains out
Make, make it rain even when it's rained out
Turn up (bitch)
Bad bang out!
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out!
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hating, had to pull my chains out!

Got beef on the street, to the beach I be rolling
Never see me strolling, 40's I be holding
Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping, see the foes hopping
My stereo's bumping that ATL funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the shit bump!

I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I'mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama, she was home when I was born
Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born.
But I ain't going out unless thirty niggas die
I'm dying anyway so I'm thinking suicide
Shut the fuck up nigga, cause you ain't seen shit
I'm about to take this blade and straight up,
Rip!

[Outro:]
A bitch is a bitch
So if I'm poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title of bitch don't apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in 'em!