[Intro]
D.A
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta b**hes, 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 don’t even got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rocking it like its fresh off the pan
Only when I’m taking pics, I’m the middle man
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, thats my rain dance
And we all in black, like it’s gang land
Say the wrong word, you be hang man
Watch me stick to your b**h like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. what kind of car you in?
In the city love my name, n***a I ain’t gotta say it
[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f** what a n***a say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool but he ain’t like me
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, n***as wanna fight me
n***a get yo a** checked like a f**in nike
Me not icey, thats unlikely
And she gon’ s** me like a f**in’ Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my b**h want the Fenty not the Maybelline
I’m the black JB the way these b**hes scream
Make these b**hes scream
Pretty little thing
Like my n***a A.E, say, yadiddamean
[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f** what a n***a say
Its all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool
[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset
Yeah, I’ma put the drip on a plate
Diamond ice glacier n***as imitate
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’
Slow case in the wraith, got this sh** from bae
Diamonds set the par, the cookie hittin’ hard
The rari sittin’ hard, I’m [?] on mars
Shotgun shells we gon’ always hit the target
Popcorn b**h shell poppin’ out the car trick
3400 outside [?]
488, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me
Fishtail in the parking lot
I don’t kick it with these n***as cause they talk about cha
And I got the fire don’t make me spark it out cha
Keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet
Like the way she s** it s** it like a jolly
Stack it up and put it with the whole project
And she got the Patek on water [?]
I’m rich in real life, I get that private copy
[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, thats cool, but he ain’t like me
[Outro: Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste
Taste, taste, Chi Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them b**hes taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon’ get a taste