Part Vietnamese rapper Tyga teams up with Wiz Khalifa x Mally Mall for the music video Molly off Tyga’s “Hotel California” album. The trippy futuristic visuals give you an intersection of I, Robot and Alice in Wonderland. They’re all in search of Molly at the party with no time to be tired. If you mess with Molly, you might just fall in love with her. Put it in your drink and you might get addicted. Look for cyborg Tyga in the video. You can download the single on or amazon.

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Molly by Tyga x Wiz Khalifa x Mally Mall (contains explicit lyrics)

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Lyrics to Molly by Tyga x Wiz Khalifa x Mally Mall

[Intro]
Hi, I’m looking for Molly
I’ve been searching everywhere

[Hook]
And I can’t seem to find
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
(F*cked around and fell in love with her)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Bands all in my dollars
I’m everywhere, wrist poppin’
Can’t fall in love I got options
I’m high school that’s college
King Gold Chains, that’s Notre DameAnnotate
That green, yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the f*ck that molly
O-D we’re O-G’s
We don’t f*ck with no police
I’m too fly to be low key
Them 24 inch Kobes
All black that’s Jodeci
She gimme pussy that’s Josie
Broke niggas stop beggin’ me
Cause that’s the sh*t that I don’t need
I’m swervin’, I’m drivin’
Ain’t got time to be tired
I’m super turnt, don’t try me
Killin’ yo mind off and f*ckin’ yo body
B*tch wanna flick, pose for my posse
Got too much sh*t to worry about gossip
I’m on a bad trip

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Lil’ b*tch, my sanction is important
My new car’s imported
My bank account is enormous
Weed so loud it’s distorted
Got champagne and we pourin’ it
She poppin’ it and she snortin’ it
My iPhone recordin’ it, if I want it, I can afford it
Bitch I’m Young Khalifa, fillin’ my lungs with reefer
Somewhere in the clouds, gotta press up to see us
I gotta whip so fast that I caught a ticket speedin’
And my bitch so bad that I’m never ever cheatin’
I might pull up in some shit that you’ve never ever seen
And if I said how much I made, then you won’t even believe it
Me and T-Y gettin’ gnarly when we pull up to the party
Brought a whole pound of Mary

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mally Mall]
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
She had me smokin’, had me smokin’
Smokin’ on my reefer
She had me smokin’, had me smokin’
Smokin’ on my reefer

[Hook]