[Verse 1: Tyga from "Taste"]

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky ring

Lotta  gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain

Why  you claim that you rich? That's a false claim

I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim

Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name

You  ain't got no style, see you on my Instagram

I  be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan

Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman

Walk,  talk it like a boss, I just lift a hand

Three million cash, call me Rain Man

Money like a shower, that's my rain dance

And we all in black, like it's Gangland

Say  the wrong words, you be hangman

Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan

Aw, Mr. What-Kind-of-Car-He-In?

And the city love my name, nigga, I ain't gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga from "Taste"]

(Taste, taste), she can get a taste

(Taste, taste), she can get a taste

(Taste, taste), fuck what a nigga say

It's all the same like Mary-Kate

[Verse 2: Tyga from "Taste"]

Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me

Nigga, get your ass checked like a fuckin' Nike

Me not icy, that's unlikely

And she gon' suck me like a fuckin' Hi-C

Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team

And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream

And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline

I'm the black JB, the way these bitches scream

Make these bitches scream

Ah, pretty little thing

Like my nigga A.E