Lirik Lagu Tyga - Make It Work

Make It Work Lyrics by Tyga

Aye, nigga, what that work like?
Aye, b!tch, what that work like?
You know me I've been trappin' with it all night
Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it there, all night

Aye nigga, Raww with the drama
I'll bring it to your face, cook it like Benihana's
Then ride out on Yokohamas
And my fingernails dirty, I've been countin' straight 100's
Why these niggas wanna test me on the low though?
Got no mothaf*ckin' patience so I'm patient with the scope though
Put your potty mouth on the low
Sleepin' with the enemy, it's like hangin' on a rope
Jim Carrey, I ain't f*ckin' with you liars
All black attire, if we match it fuel the fire
It's time and we aimin' for the body
I'm puttin' X's on the wall, if you resurrect, you Makaveli
Sphinx, I'm a pharaoh, ain't a fairy
Potato on the barrel, watch your soul fly like a sparrow
All my niggas thorough about dinero
Nigga never was my homie, all these b!tches know you're corny nigga

[Hook:]
Aye, nigga, what that work like?
Aye, b!tch, what that work like?
You know me, I've been trappin' with it all night
Niggas wanna take it there, we can take it there all night
Aye, nigga, what that work like?
Aye, b!tch, what that work like?
'Bout your money, you've been trappin' with it all night
b!tches wanna take it there, you gon' take it there all night

I make that money reappear
Hoppin' off the leer, ain't no passengers in here
I got D'usse poppin', no beer
Why you in my ear? I can hear the money clear
When I'm back in the city and it's clear
My name in the sky with the lights on the field
I'm a gold chain buyin' pioneer
Got that rikki in the trunk and I pop it if a nigga liar
Papa's got a brand new bag, baby, Goyard
Cash, baby, Maybach rag baby, yeah baby
LK frames on the dash, smashin' the fast lane
With a baddy, mane, ass, got a fatty, mane
Tattoos, Vera Wang, G5, hydroplane
Last Kings, everything (everything?) everything
Cartier love rings, but this ain't no love thing
Married to them green things, Franklins and money trees

[Hook]

Take it there all night, nigga
We can take it there all night, nigga
Gettin' money all night, nigga
And your b!tch with me all night, nigga
We can take it there all night, nigga
Take it there all night, nigga
I'll be on the first flight, nigga
You ain't on this jet flight, nigga

Lirik Lagu Tyga - Hookah

Hookah Lyrics by Tyga ft. Young Thug

[Hook: Young Thug x4]
Baby pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass the hookah
Pass the hookah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
D4mn I love this place
I'm a rich nigga got chanel on my waist
Run up on me playin I'mma aim it at ya face
And that go for anybody... anyways
I'm a rich blood by the way
And I have swag roll it all like a tape
Fish scale, yeah I got these b!tches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man I said I need some space
My new car get geeked up
I just paid a cop, now Im running out of coupes
Panoramic top, I'mma put it on the rocks
Crawl, walk and hop, got all these b!tches shocked
Stone molly whiter than my socks
I don't, I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap
Clowning you niggas I see you flop
I buy pints by the 2 no Pac

[Hook: Young Thug x7]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Rubbin on my chain blowing cloudmatic
Smoke something with a G and bend that ass backwards
Lay back relax and talk mathematics
Later on we test a little s3x practice
Write my name on the wall
Money in the mattress bet she wanna get involved
She hopped on the blunt said 'Where the hookah y'all?'
I tell her pass back if the sh!t too strong
It's all set; Mozart art on the blog so wet
I got a where I want her and I ain't done yet
Looking at your future baby put down the cigarette
Come hop on this kush jet and take flight
Tell them b!tches 'mmm f*ck that'
You wanna lay in bed I got a magic carpet for that ass yes
I'm also on one
Got two Olsen's on me
Big homie
Young Thugger Thugger rolling
Rolls Royce so shorty

[Hook: Young Thug x7]

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin'
You know she want a ride home hop on the band wagon
I got the chain saggy
You know that life lavish
Lifestyles like this gon' need magnums
Pass baby
Welcome to rich class baby
You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine
Audemars on lean, cars on sheen
You white girl but black girl ghetto fly ting
It's verified, they ain't on your sea level
Watered eyes don't cry inhale and breath regular
My baby on it
High at the crack of dawn and
Baby shape, figure 8 like Picasso draw ya
Oh yes I'm winnin'
Bling kingin'
Ring blingin'
Like like for no reason
Let's get closer, closed in
Remove your clothes we close friends
Don't get choked smoking OG Oakland
Shout out Oakland

[Hook: Young Thug x7]