Switch Lanes lyrics

[Hook:]

When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain

Been around the world all the hoes know my name

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1: Game & Tyga]

[Game:]

Fuck a nigga up, louie belt match the chucks

I'm in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tub

Back it up like a u-haul, rake ass is up

Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck

Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid

They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid

The Panamera's sick, Lupus

T-Rawwwww show them how we do it

[Tyga:]

Swiss signs do it, my new bitch

A nudist, peace like a buddhist

Cooler than cool-whip, get brain don't be stupid

Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck

Arm out the window, another check, another rolex

Mo' less, the moet, the mo' sex, I must say

I bought her the P Jet, more than a piss test

So I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna' make up

[Game:]

Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up

Wake Up, shooting my babies all on her make up

I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs

Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs

Eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga & Game]

[Tyga:]

Never tell a bitch I love her

Money talk Chris Tucker

Got a chauffeur, and a driver

I don't lease it, I'm a buy it

I'll be on the broke diet

You ain't eating but you biting my style

Motherfucking strike, light-lightening

T-Carti, my bitch like Bulgari

I walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart me

Spent 30 racks, I'm a make it back tomorrow

Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara

[Game:]

You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari

Tyga ridin' shotgun, snake band carti

Air, I'm in them like airs

2500 nigga call them Nikes rare

See them niggas hating, but I don't really care

Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares

Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear

Nigga see it in the light though (woo!) Rick Flair

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]

Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom

Bitches screaming A, we ain't nowhere near Atlanta

Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner

Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winner

I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina

Get lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find her

Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda

Shout out my nigga Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna

[Hook]