| Song | Day One |
| Artist | Tyga |
| Album | Well Done 4 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1] | |
| 500 grand, eat lobster tails | |
| Hope the niggas got what for sale | |
| So much money, no fingernails | |
| White body, engine and a tail | |
| Chrome lips, V12 | |
| Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tell | |
| So many rings, need a Jordan deal | |
| T-Raw’s, it’s ain’t all for sale | |
| Just bought a swiss account | |
| Hunneds stay the same at this amount | |
| LK, show you what that’s about | |
| Hard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce | |
| Fuck around, drop out of class | |
| Made millions now, my teacher mad | |
| She need a job and I give her that | |
| Young nigga with big stacks | |
| Buy my style and ain’t gave it back | |
| How you think brought you the raw rap? | |
| How you think taught you the phantom rap? | |
| Gold plates, I’m reflectin that | |
| Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace | |
| This ain’t a race but I’m first place | |
| I never fucked with you in the first place | |
| We on a different pace, nigga so long | |
| I ain’t the nigga you could hold on | |
| Ride the wave or just float on | |
| Get off my back, I’m tryna lead on | |
| Always home when the heat’s on | |
| When it’s cold shoulders niggas be gone | |
| Niggas be gone | |
| [Hook 1] (x2) | |
| I’m still the same nigga, same bitches we know | |
| No difference, been me since day one | |
| Real nigga since day one | |
| Cuz I ain’t promised day two | |
| Talkin bout what I’m going through | |
| But who the fuck aksed you? | |
| [Bridge] | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| But who the fuck aksed you? | |
| [Hook 2] | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That’s me bitch | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That’s me bitch | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| [Verse] | |
| It’s a thin line between love and hate | |
| A thin line between real and fake | |
| Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake | |
| She gon make it clap, vibrate | |
| Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space | |
| I’m the one you face and don’t hesitate | |
| See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it’s Pac mane | |
| Do it under one tape, what you say? | |
| T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame | |
| Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me – that’s accessory | |
| Don’t be sassin me | |
| How do you have the audacity? | |
| When a verse gotta bring cash to me | |
| I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me? | |
| Have yo head where yo feet should be | |
| Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV | |
| Ain’t no breaking me, breaking news that’s me | |
| Headline, we can go head up | |
| Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea | |
| He a crazy ape man, I’m turnt up to ten | |
| Fuck with me, commence and repent | |
| Mill to the king | |
| Came from the block, little hardknock | |
| Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it | |
| You ain’t made shit, you complainin (stop complainin) | |
| [Hook 2] (x2) | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That’s me bitch | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That’s me bitch | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don’t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time |
| Verse 1 | |
| 500 grand, eat lobster tails | |
| Hope the niggas got what for sale | |
| So much money, no fingernails | |
| White body, engine and a tail | |
| Chrome lips, V12 | |
| Kiss the king but don' t kiss and tell | |
| So many rings, need a Jordan deal | |
| TRaw' s, it' s ain' t all for sale | |
| Just bought a swiss account | |
| Hunneds stay the same at this amount | |
| LK, show you what that' s about | |
| Hard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce | |
| Fuck around, drop out of class | |
| Made millions now, my teacher mad | |
| She need a job and I give her that | |
| Young nigga with big stacks | |
| Buy my style and ain' t gave it back | |
| How you think brought you the raw rap? | |
| How you think taught you the phantom rap? | |
| Gold plates, I' m reflectin that | |
| Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace | |
| This ain' t a race but I' m first place | |
| I never fucked with you in the first place | |
| We on a different pace, nigga so long | |
| I ain' t the nigga you could hold on | |
| Ride the wave or just float on | |
| Get off my back, I' m tryna lead on | |
| Always home when the heat' s on | |
| When it' s cold shoulders niggas be gone | |
| Niggas be gone | |
| Hook 1 x2 | |
| I' m still the same nigga, same bitches we know | |
| No difference, been me since day one | |
| Real nigga since day one | |
| Cuz I ain' t promised day two | |
| Talkin bout what I' m going through | |
| But who the fuck aksed you? | |
| Bridge | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| But who the fuck aksed you? | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Verse | |
| It' s a thin line between love and hate | |
| A thin line between real and fake | |
| Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake | |
| She gon make it clap, vibrate | |
| Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space | |
| I' m the one you face and don' t hesitate | |
| See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it' s Pac mane | |
| Do it under one tape, what you say? | |
| TRaw to blame, TRaw to blame | |
| Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me that' s accessory | |
| Don' t be sassin me | |
| How do you have the audacity? | |
| When a verse gotta bring cash to me | |
| I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me? | |
| Have yo head where yo feet should be | |
| Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV | |
| Ain' t no breaking me, breaking news that' s me | |
| Headline, we can go head up | |
| Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea | |
| He a crazy ape man, I' m turnt up to ten | |
| Fuck with me, commence and repent | |
| Mill to the king | |
| Came from the block, little hardknock | |
| Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it | |
| You ain' t made shit, you complainin stop complainin | |
| Hook 2 x2 | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time |
| Verse 1 | |
| 500 grand, eat lobster tails | |
| Hope the niggas got what for sale | |
| So much money, no fingernails | |
| White body, engine and a tail | |
| Chrome lips, V12 | |
| Kiss the king but don' t kiss and tell | |
| So many rings, need a Jordan deal | |
| TRaw' s, it' s ain' t all for sale | |
| Just bought a swiss account | |
| Hunneds stay the same at this amount | |
| LK, show you what that' s about | |
| Hard to check a nigga when the checks that bounce | |
| Fuck around, drop out of class | |
| Made millions now, my teacher mad | |
| She need a job and I give her that | |
| Young nigga with big stacks | |
| Buy my style and ain' t gave it back | |
| How you think brought you the raw rap? | |
| How you think taught you the phantom rap? | |
| Gold plates, I' m reflectin that | |
| Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace | |
| This ain' t a race but I' m first place | |
| I never fucked with you in the first place | |
| We on a different pace, nigga so long | |
| I ain' t the nigga you could hold on | |
| Ride the wave or just float on | |
| Get off my back, I' m tryna lead on | |
| Always home when the heat' s on | |
| When it' s cold shoulders niggas be gone | |
| Niggas be gone | |
| Hook 1 x2 | |
| I' m still the same nigga, same bitches we know | |
| No difference, been me since day one | |
| Real nigga since day one | |
| Cuz I ain' t promised day two | |
| Talkin bout what I' m going through | |
| But who the fuck aksed you? | |
| Bridge | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| Aksed you, aksed you | |
| But who the fuck aksed you? | |
| Hook 2 | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Verse | |
| It' s a thin line between love and hate | |
| A thin line between real and fake | |
| Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake | |
| She gon make it clap, vibrate | |
| Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space | |
| I' m the one you face and don' t hesitate | |
| See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it' s Pac mane | |
| Do it under one tape, what you say? | |
| TRaw to blame, TRaw to blame | |
| Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me that' s accessory | |
| Don' t be sassin me | |
| How do you have the audacity? | |
| When a verse gotta bring cash to me | |
| I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me? | |
| Have yo head where yo feet should be | |
| Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV | |
| Ain' t no breaking me, breaking news that' s me | |
| Headline, we can go head up | |
| Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea | |
| He a crazy ape man, I' m turnt up to ten | |
| Fuck with me, commence and repent | |
| Mill to the king | |
| Came from the block, little hardknock | |
| Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it | |
| You ain' t made shit, you complainin stop complainin | |
| Hook 2 x2 | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Who dat be? Who dat be? | |
| Who dat be? That' s me bitch | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time | |
| Niggas wanna talk, don' t cross the line | |
| I murder them motherfuckers every time |