Tyga, YG - PLATINUM Lyrics

 "Platinum" is a song by Tyga and YG. The lyrics express a sense of success and confidence in their lifestyles. They boast about their achievements, including riding expensive cars, having relationships with top-quality women, and making a lot of money. The artists also emphasize their loyalty to their crew and their disregard for their haters. Overall, the song highlights their luxurious and extravagant lifestyles while embracing their success in the music industry.


Tyga, YG - PLATINUM Lyrics

Oh, oh

I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show

Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby


You know I'm in the bitch, thugged out off the liquor

Straight tequila shots so it's fuckin' up my liver

Shot of 800 that's my mothafuckin' hitta

That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my mothafuckin' nigga

Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps

On that gang shit but we done made it off the block

Fuckin' on your bitch she was actin' like a bop

That's why them busted niggas hate me off top

Fuck Clark Kent we ain't into savin' hoes

We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose

My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls

With that off-white on and some all-white toes

Lamborghini black, Maybach and a 'Rari

West Side shit, might pull up in a Harley

T-Raw got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly

House niggas, y'all ain't ever outside, sorry


I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four hundred, five hundred, what I get a show

Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby


I don't fuck rats no more, I'm at the top (Top)

Send me the addy, you know it's gon' pop (Pop)

Bitch, take a look at the zip and don't flop (Flop)

She bouncin' on my dick, man, this bitch got hops (Hops)

Ah, money in my palm, and her pussy got my hand on it

Got a lil' toppy then I (What?)

Put my man on it

Trampoline green, how the bitch just land on it

Treat the B like a treadmill how I ran on it

Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun

Niggas don't sleep, I'm a beast where I'm from

Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (Ugh)

Platinum on my teeth and it cost a honey bunch (Sweet)

Jack in the Box said these clowns that they suck (Suck)

Niggas actin' tough, I'ma call bluff

I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ but I had enough (nigga)

And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga


I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four hundred, five hundred, what I get a show

Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby

I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock

I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops

Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops

We goin' platinum, baby

Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold

Four hundred, five hundred, what I get a show

Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code

We goin' platinum, baby


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