[Verse 1: Tyga]
Hold up, money talk so you know what?
Ain’t nothing to talk about, you ain’t got enough cuz
Rock star [bad word] break a [bad word] heart, no love
Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, [bad word] with no [bad word] Niggas want connects, got no plugs [bad word] say they high, got no buzz
Popsicle niggas wanna talk [bad word] then say you froze up
Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up
Went on a bang, Went on a bang [bad word] came for me and my [bad word] eazy
Threw that [bad word] out, got that ho one way
Said she tryna stay, told that [bad word] no way
That’s a preme [bad word]  ripper, grim reaper
I don’t get mad [bad word]  I just get even
T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it
That Ferrari California make a [bad word] a believer

[Hook]
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Met a [bad word] last night, won’t believe it [bad word] her so hard, [bad word] probably stopped breathing
Killed the [bad word]  in the hotel screamin
Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
The room, keep it
I [bad word] now I don’t need it
T-Raw [bad word] splattered on a [bad word] beaver
Pipe dreamin, [bad word] with a real baller
The [bad word] is a [bad word] so I’m gon call er
Then they act up, call the backup
Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered [bad word] shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
Tell her sit up, got her face down, [bad word] don’t put yo head up
Yea, bitin on er ear
Got a old [bad word]  [bad word] like souvenir
I hop up in it, [bad word] 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 hatin, had to pull my chains out
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out
See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

[Verse 3: Eazy-E]
Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin
Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdin
Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC
Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin
Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the [bad word] bump
I’m a evil [bad word] ready to tear [bad word] up
I’mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama, she was home when I was born
Bet a [bad word] like to eat [bad word] than never been born
But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die
I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide
Shut the [bad word] up [bad word] cuz you ain’t seen [bad word] I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip