[Intro]
Aye, Limos
What they do for that
Tyga, man
What they do for that (x2)
Tell me what they do for that

[Verse: Ricky]
Patience, take your mind off the money
I'm stoned in my prime and I'm clumsy
She ain't never get to prom get getting money
I could give a fuck cause bad bitches love me
Hell yeah, but they always want something
Im still frontin' I'm still puffin'
They dont hear me clearly, I'm nearly high
And Lucy's in the sky with diamonds
And she do what i say to do like Simon
And she rude but she super cool like i am
And she rolling all my blunts when im dying
Im still looking for myself im finding

[Hook: Ricky x Tyga]
What they do for that
Chain
What they do for that
Chain
What they do for that
Tell me what they do for that
What they do for that
Chain
What they do for that
Chain
I'm floating like la la la, la la la (x3)
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Uh, what they do for bills?
Ball players with skills
N***as rapping with deals
Her life is so surreal
Like a oct-unicorn with a pony tail
Only time can tell how long her fairy trails
Mama said think with your mind, not your genitals
N***as tripping, paying like toads just to get through
For real, for the right amount she'll have your kids too
Shaquille even had to cut that bitch loose
Sit behind the past, look at all the shit she been through
I feel you, but got no feelings for you
Even your friends bore me
Man these whores, what they do for that?

[Hook: Ricky x Tyga]

[Verse 3]
Inside the mind of a addict
I'm still at it, and girls they savage
They'll take what you made and they trash it
Me? well, I'm high above average
She riding in a limo cause of status
I told her all I have is my word
[Hook: Ricky x Tyga]

[Outro x2]
La la la, la la la