Tyga - Ratchet Lyrics

Mustard on the beat ho!

Trap pussy, f*ck her in a black hoodie
F*cking in the house, while Momma cookin
Them tacos, bitch I need two mo'
Knock the pussy out the park Pujols
Ass Sumo, all gold two door
Bitches wanna hammer baby
But this ain't Juno you know
I got the ratchet on me cause I'm too on
Know where I'm from streets
Getting hotter than Tucson (Augh)
Rachet City, welcome to the real 50's
Creased Dickies
Nigga don't be conversing with me
Brought the silks out niggas
Say I'm looking Biggie pussy ain't shit
But the hoes will make me richer
Shh, ha, money in the mattress
Now it's money in the mansion
I'm throwing money she dancing
I'm a motherf*ckin G
Hella path for a bachelor
Ratchet, hating niggas hacking
Tell me where the

Where the ballers at
Ask me where the ballers at
Hut one, hut two, im the quarter back
F*ck a pretty bitch gotta let you have it
I don't do this for
The motherf*cking rapping
I do this for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets
I do it for the ratchets

Verse two, sadity man I hate those
Go bowling in her pussy, A-hole
Nice face but her ass like play dough
Charge on the mouth with my dick Diego
Knock it off knock it in then knock it down
Mayweather with the ratchets, knock 'em out
Said her last nigga weird, Pacquiao
Left her in the studio, ass up face down
Pretty bitches gon' hate, we don't need that
Where the ratchets at? Tell me
Where the ratchets at
Shake your ass to the beat then bring it back
Mills said bleed, driver can you handle that?