Artist: Tyga f/ Nicki Minaj Album: Careless World: Rest of the Last King Song: Muthafucka Up Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Okay man, are you ready to go? I'm ready to go, now c'mon now Crank this motherfucker up! [Tyga] Ha ha... Young Money... AHH~! Y.M., C.M.B., rawest niggaz doing it School for the blind, I don't see these niggaz doin it I'm doin it and doin it and doin it well Niggaz wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell If you scared, go to church, I'll see you in Hell And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails Everybody fake so I got real for sale Gu-gunpowder fill the air Rappers shittin' on theyself, you could smell the fear And these bitches layin flowers cause the king is near T-Raw this is the new +Flava In Ya Ear+ Niggaz softer than baby hair Why you actin tough? Heard you work at Build-a-Bear I'ma a dealer, all my girls come in deuce and pairs I'm in the buildin, I construct so {"crank this motherfucker up"} W-w-w-w-what the funk you beezy's want? I'm ready to +Hump+ the car I call it +Elephunk+, the trunk in the front Man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb I just keep goin like the bunny 'til I feel numb Yeah these bitches want it, I put my mans on it That 110 Sup' and that Ferrari Caliornia Ni-niggaz want beef, ca-call me Tony Romo You potatoes on the sofa... ha ha ha Lazy motherfuckers why you ain't even try yet? +Rich or Die Tryin+ why you niggaz ain't died yet? Wings tattoo, yeah forever on some fly shit And I'm with the business, skip PYOOM with a iey clip Stay on the flight, yeah I'ma trip Probably up in paradise, chillin like Parliaments Flow got a boner, you could say I'm on some harder shit 'Bout to make the speaker buss {"crank this motherfucker up!"} [Chorus: repeat and chop sample] {"Crank this motherfucker up!"} [Nicki Minaj] Oh-oh-okay really I get money I get money like a biiitch She ain't gon' no-whurr, but I swear that bitch a triiip Yeah! You see how them diamonds get to dancin Ehhh! Yeah your money short, get some pants and shit I be with a nigga with a big ol' dick Yeah I like them balls, you be shootin them bricks Fuck you in the game fo'? Bitch we up three sippin this game fo' Tell 'em listen, couple bad bitcheses Out in Kingston, kickin up bricks and shit Intervention, bitch I pay your pension Oh you sayin WHAT?! I don't pay attention Y-y-y-y-yeah these niggaz want it, I put my bitches on it You know the tattoo's got Nicki initials on it I put the pussy on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast Then pull off in the Ghost, b-b-bitch I do the most [Tyga] What the funk you beezies want? It ain't your turn Better have my money +Friday+ like +Big Worm+ Can't see you niggaz, you like a little germ Bitches know I'm "egg-scellent," like +Mr. Burns+ See my dick like butter churn Baby churn and your girl with me fo'shure, that ain't your concern She forgot about her other man, she will never learn On a mic till I die, R.I.P. chick her Ye-yessir, colder than a Pittsburgh win-TER Fresher than a +Will Smith+ t-shirt These spurs comin through, Last King in a hearse Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt Winnin hurts, leave you losers bruised up Bruce Lee nunchucks, to' from the floor up Go duck, rubber duck, now you like "Oh shucks" Tell the neighbors I don't give a fuck {"crank this motherfucker up"} [Chorus]