conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I’m On It with the following description: In “I’m On It,” Tyga enlists fellow Young Money labelmate, Lil Wayne, to boast about their wealth, stating that they’re “on it.” This is the second of three solo tracks by Tyga featured on Fan of a Fan. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Tyga]
  Haha, haha, I-I'm on it
  I'm on it, uh, uh
  I-I'm on it
  Ha, ha, ha, I'm on it
  I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it
  [Verse 1: Tyga]
  Ha, snapback, chin up, gold chain nigga
  Stripes no Tigger, Tyga bitches
  Hundred proof liquor, live no liver
  There's hoes in this muthafucka straight trippin'
  A nigga no different, so we hold the heat though
  Smash on the bitch, brains lookin' like meatloaf
  The ho know me close, she lyin', Leos
  Pedigree and swag is so cold, zero
  Hop in Medino, oops, I meant Medina
  Life is a bitch, better know how to treat her
  I don't get in between, my goal be to win
  Young Money Heisman, rookies of the year, bitch
  [Chorus: Tyga]
  Haha, haha, I-I'm on it
  I'm on it, uh, uh
  I-I'm on it
  Ha, ha, ha, I'm on it
  I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it [Verse 2: Tyga]
  Ha, raise hell boy, hell yeah, I'm hot, hello
  Boy yellow but my bitch black from the ghetto
  Put the flow in a pot, watch the shit sizzle
  You grillin' me, better break fast, McGriddle
  I ain't finna slow down, keep runnin' your mouth
  I'm runnin' the real estate, party in the fuckin' house
  My niggas is loud in the lobby, they can't shut us down
  Ha-Have a drink, drink, drink, some Coke and a smile
  No clown, but I hit the party then I'm out
  I run town all day, twenty-four miles
  A hunnid and fifty on the dash, can't even count
  K-Keep fuckin', bitch, ain't shit to talk about
  [Chorus: Tyga, 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Haha, haha, I-I'm on it
  I'm on it, uh, uh
  I-I'm on it
  Ha, ha, ha, I'm on it
  I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it
  Ah, ah, ah, oh
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  Uh, be-best rapper, C.E.O
  Fine as wine flow, Pinot Grigio
  Niggas can't fuck with me
  Neither bitches, neither hoes
  Life is a motherfuckin' gamble, Peter Rose
  Momma taught me well, kush and the L
  Paper everywhere like books just fell
  More money to make, more pussy to smell
  Like yeah, I'm a Libra, life or death on a scale
  New Orleans nigga with my dick up in my right hand
  Young Money nigga, money longer than a lifespan
  Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand
  Flyer than a bitch and you ain't even got your flight plan [Chorus: Tyga, 
  Lil Wayne
  , 
  Both
  ]
  Haha, haha, 
  I-I'm on it
   (
  Haha
  )
  I'm on it, uh, uh
  I-I'm on it
  Ha, ha, ha (
  Tunechi
  ), I'm on it (
  Yeah
  )
  I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it (
  Tunechi
  )
  [Outro: Lil Wayne, 
  Tyga
  ]
  So woo
  Soo woo, trill (
  I'm on it
  )
  Hahahaha (
  I-I'm on it
  )
  Yeah (
  I-I'm on it
  )
  I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it