“Faded” is the fourth single (and Banger of a Track) from American Young Money rapper Tyga‘s upcoming second studio album, Careless World: Rise of the Last King.

It features Lil Wayne, and is the first studio album on Young Money Entertainment.

For the chart dated May 27, 2012, “Faded” debuted at number thirty-six on the Billboard Hot 100, marking Tyga’s second highest-charting single after “Rack City”; which peaked at number seven. It was released to US rhythmic radio stations on March 13, 2012.

Director Colin Tilley has worked his magic and turned the tatted rappers into bobbleheads in the music video. It premiered in late April 2012.

Lyrics for Tyga feat. Lil’ Wayne – Faded

Tyga
Young Nino, f*** a b**** in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that p****, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f*** her to my own single
Break a bitch heart, no future – Miss Cleo
Snap back, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a f****** beatle, you can’t beat ‘em
Vampire, f*** up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don’t believe it, stripe like a f****** Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n**** Bieber fever
Real f****** hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these n***** say I’m fly – but to her I’m God

Chorus
I’m faded faded faded
My n**** I’m faded faded faded (x7)

And I don’t give a f***

Tyga
F*** is up, n****’s stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I’m all ’bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d*** up in her c***
And I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt putt
Ergggh
Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the b**** call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b**** Lassy
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti
Above average, f-fly like I’m Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p**** at them
I’m Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, I’m serious, double dare
There’s too many b******, Why these n***** wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, This ain’t no beer

Chorus
I’m faded faded faded
My n**** I’m faded faded faded (x7)

Lil’ Wayne
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My m************ doctor, said I need a doctor
So I called ‘House’, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won’t get a penny
Milking this s***, pregnant b**** t*****
Bringing home the bacon, I’m f*****’ Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
She knows my d***, she calls it n**** Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
Her a** one time, smell my finger – make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to j*** me off, can’t beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

Chorus
I’m faded faded faded
My n**** I’m faded faded faded (x7)