If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Aye somebody uh, call somebody get some molly I need some good sauce, clean sauce Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need Purple reign, purple reign, purple reign, purple I just need my girlfriend I just need my girlfriend I just need purple And I keep a pint of color purple like Whoopi And I keep the stainless steel on me like shoes They got me going way harder then we can't lose I had the conversation 'cause these niggas ain't true I know you credit card frauds can't bust some moves I hope you're stacking money to the ceiling out the roof I hope you ain't catchin' feelings for no bitch who fucked the crew You know I'm independent get the 'rillo bust a jug You know that purple reign had them hitters on foot I see you acting strange I can tell this ain't love T

We the motherfuckin' best! You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it (do it) These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay PSA for any nigga standin' in the way You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems Oh God! I tell 'em nigga you don't want these problems (I tell em) You don't, you don't want these problems (I tell em), you don't want these problems (M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) Out in Vegas like Lamar, third floor Tropicana Fascinated with the cars, smokin' dope in the Phantom Teflon's on the rise, I despise propaganda Camouflage Mac-11, I should set an example Never baptized, as I walk through the fires T

[Verse 1: Tyga] Rumor has it that I'm armed Somebody should have told them When the cash starts flowing and the hands start reaching You read the contract your man ain't breaching Uh, and rumor has it The jeweler wants his money But I'm out here rocking all my chains, real chunky Real comfy, and rumor has it when I hit the club hoes go dummy And rumor has it, I'm doing magic David Blaine, diamonds in the hat trick Rumor has it, thought you had it How is that true when I have it? Yeah, yeah [Hook: Chris Brown (& Tyga)] Look at all these rumors, uh Surrounding me everyday I just need some time Some time to get away (Can't see the time in the Rollie face) From all these rumors I can't take it no more My best friend said a story I know 'Bout me and the girl next door Look at all these rumors Look at all these rumors

[Verse 1] Crying up above, I'm just here to take you away Don't worry 'bout a thing, I'm just focused on you today [Pre-Chorus] You're laid out You were raised up in a poor town Roll up, baby roll up So hard to leave, but I know I gotta go now Paris and London (on top of the world) Baby we're so down (will you be my girl?) Something I wanna say Yeah, you know I'll be there [Chorus] I'll be there for you, even though I'm gone Holding you close babe, close to my heart I'll be there for you, even though I'm gone Holding you close babe, close to my heart [Verse 2] I see my phone ring, hope it's you babe You sent me a picture, well I sent one too I'm just tryna keep this love on track Oh babe, I got your heart and I won't give it back [Pre-Chorus] You're laid out You were raised up in a poor town Roll up, baby roll up So hard to leave, but I know I gotta go now Par