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Cupcakke – Discounts Lyrics

Yeah, must not want me to have to ask
Niggas want smoke, I pass the gas
Milkin’ this shit like half and half
Two nights of the Drac’, that’s back to back
I had a nigga that text my phone like "Bae, get ready, go pack a bag"
Said he on his way, in the back of the cab, I said "Hold on, I have to laugh" (Hahahaha)
On the gang, niggas broke as hell, ain’t doing well, straight buffing
I’m cupcakKe, but I’ll muff a bitch so motherf*ckers just call me "Muffins" (Brrra)
Couple bitches claimin’ they want smoke ’til I pull up with the Dutches
Come around, screamin’ "Ten toes down", be the same bitches with crutches
Yeah, bitch, no, I’m not feelin’ ya
f*ck 12, no pedophilia
Keep a bank with me like Azealia
On the verse, then I’m billy, yeah
Nigga thought he was gettin’ ass
If you show cash, just throw bread
But I think the f*ck not… like Cardi forehead!
Underrated but I know they hate it and ain’t no debating that I’m elevating
Ever since I made it, niggas that I dated acting aggravated, ’cause I’m fragulated
You send ten bands for a verse back but your verse whack so I got you waiting
And every time I send a verse back, they on thin ice ’cause they know I’m skating
And that bitch is lurking on Instagram, tryna find out where my wealth bouncin’
Same bitches walkin’ in Walmart to get free shit in self-checkout
Let it marinate, give it ten seconds
Different L’s, just different lessons
Now this nigga wanna share blessings ’cause the p*ssy tighter than a pair of leggings
I’m cool, nigga, I’m good, nigga
I’m so damn straight
Put a nigga in quarantine when he see the chopper, make ’em don’t leave gate

And when I need that Birkin bag, don’t go in stores, I call up Trey
And you know I stomp the yard in this bitch, when I make wine from the grapes

‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go "Boom, boom, boom, boom"
Knockin’ half your shit off

I need an umbrella
Bitch this drip, drop (What else?)
We in Bora Bora
Takin’ drip trips
I’m in the Rolls Royce
You in a Lyft, Lyft (Skrr)
I heard your album
I just skip, skip
That shit was weak as hell
On the [?]
So fly like Tinkerbell
Foreign [?] my English fail
You out bein’ a hoe, while I’m pickin’ up dough
It look like my pizza fell
Travellin’ from dick to dick
Might as well go get your visa mailed (Hahaha)
I’m on that gang shit
Blow out your brains bitch
I had your family holdin’ up signs, like "Say his name, bitch" (On God)
Don’t get too anxious
‘Cause shit get dangerous
This bitch didn’t wax my eyebrows right, went out with a bang, bitch
You are a nobody with nobodies
And you shaped with no body (God damn)
Gon’ make a nigga put a date on me, yeah call him Yo Gotti
My whips got horsepowers, so I might as well pick a Megan for hotties
Bitch got bars and love [?] Did I drop soap? Yeah, probably

‘Cause I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
And it’s that big discount, bitch
Knockin’ half your shit off
I got discounts on discounts
If you think that I’m soft
Chopper go "Boom, boom, boom, boom"
Knockin’ half your shit off

Gunna – Rockstar Bikers & Chains Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)
Woo, woo
Woo (Yeah)
Woo
Woo, woo
Yeah

[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Copped the wrap on that bitch, got it matted (Yeah)
They doubted, didn’t think it would happen (Yeah)
Thank God that He blessed me with talent (Thank God, yeah)
My new bitch I got, she done been in the pageant (Yeah)
She sexy and so charismatic (Yeah, uh)
I hope it’s a bulletproof vest in that jacket (Yeah)
I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden (Yeah)
(I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden)
In need of that cash like a addict (Addict, woo)
Told her, “Pull up,” and sent her the addy (Pull up, woo)
Young GunWunna gon’ keep him a baddie (Young Wunna, woo)
I’m a rockstar and a god of the fashion (Uh, woo)
Can’t see you, these lights steady flashin’ (Woo)
Raised the bar for my niggas, now we livin’ legends (Wunna)
Just look at how we livin’ lavish (Just look at how we livin’ lavish)

[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I want the fortune, not fame (Yeah)
Run it up, go buy the Lamb’ truck (Uh)
The Porsche, the Rolls Royce and the ‘Vette and the Range (‘Vette and the Range)
Niggas don’t play ’cause they know we gon’ bust (Nah)
We pull up, bullets rainin’ like rain (Rain)
They drip ’cause of us, they ain’t keepin’ up (Nah)
I switch it up, leather jackets and chains (Woo)
(I switch it up, leather jackets and chains)
Uh, rockstar life, bikers and chains (Woo)
Uh, you don’t want smoke with the gang (Woo)
F&N, spittin’ out flames (Woo)
Uh, I bring the heat like La Flame (Woo)
Came from the south but I ain’t Tity 2 Chainz
Shady baby, born and raised (Yeah)
I been puttin’ on like way back in the day
The price tag only thing that changed (Yeah)

[Outro]
Woo, woo
Woo, yeah, yeah
Woo
Woo, woo

Roddy Ricch – Peta Lyrics

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[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to fuck up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niggas can see us
I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
I’m probably beefing with Peta
I gotta pay her to leave her
It’s probably cheaper to keep her

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ truck, a nigga slidin’ dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin’, dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niggas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Nigga, I’m turning the savage up (Savage up)
Bentley, Rolls Royce in the fleet, ayy
I bet that cannon got reach
I still keep it under the seat
I pile the rubberbands for a living, I might keep the racks in a mink (Mink)
And I got Fiji on me, she mistake my Patek for the sink
I was in Dallas at V Live, honeycomb centers in the chain like a bee hive
He say he want the static with a nigga, seen him in the streets, he ain’t tryna be ’bout it, ayy
Damn all the Crippin’, it’s serious (Serious)
Blue faces in my Amiri’s (Amiri’s)
We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my baby, just curious
I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck with the Gucci interior (Interior), ayy
When I was bending the block with the lasers out, they thought it was Christmas
Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught ’em slipping
We was working out that vacant house, God, forgive me (Forgive me)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to fuck up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niggas can see us
I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
I’m probably beefing with Peta
I gotta pay her to leave her
It’s probably cheaper to keep her

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ truck, a nigga slidin’ dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin’, dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niggas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, they was wondering what Meek’d do
Yellow Lamb’, look like Pikachu
Back to back in them Roll Royce, jumpin’ out them ghosts playing peekaboo
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, see a bad bitch, I could peek-a-boo
Rolls Royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, Cali’, a week or two
Ayy, all of that talk, it ain’t addin’ up
I’ve just been lowerin’ them ladders up
I heard they say they gon’ rob me
I hope them niggas can back it up (Back it up)
Nigga, just quit all that actin’ tough
See you, we turning our savage up (Savage up)
Swim in the racks, drip and drown, nigga
Fuck it, I’m floodin’ the Patek up (Patek up)
Fuckin’ that bitch like I’m mad at her
I never play with that pussy (Pussy)
I keep some hittas with rachets tucked
All of them killers, don’t push me (Push me)
Nigga, you balling on rookie (Rookie)
This shit is hall of fame (Fame)
I got 2 K’s, they jealous of each other, I’m treatin’ them all the same (Same)
I got too many bitches that I’m takin’ care of and they all complain (Complain)
I’m never trippin’ ’bout none of these bitches ’cause I know it’s all a game (Game)
I paid the cost for fame, I even seen my dawg show fangs
Just for the love of the money and chains
‘Member we said that we never would change
‘Member we said that we never would switch
I made the call, let ’em get hit
Way that I’m built, never could snitch
Niggas get killed, fuck ’em, we diss
Fucking with us, I took my re-up and doubled it up
Baking soda started bubbling up
They tried to throw the kid under the bus, now I’m running it up

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I used to fuck up my re-up
Now, it’s the jet with my feet up
I got the money and power
Now none of these niggas can see us
I’m rocking furs on furs (Furs)
I’m probably beefing with Peta
I gotta pay her to leave her
It’s probably cheaper to keep her

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb’ track, a nigga slidin’ dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin’, dawg
I get a bag, then double it (Double it)
All of that talk, it ain’t adding up (Adding up)
These niggas calling a peace treaty
Bitch, I’ve been turning the static up

Jeezy – ’06 Lyrics

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Let that shit rock for a minute, nigga
It’s 104, nigga
It’s gangster shit, nigga

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Picture me rolling, nigga, like Pac in the ’90s, ho (90’s, ho)
Knocked off that 50 pack, told ’em send me ’bout 90 more (Yeah)
Already famous, I was a star at the corner store (Yeah)
Just holler at shawty, one twenty-five for a quarter O (Haha)
Jeezy for president, make America snow again (Yeah)
Make America snow again (Snow)
Hurt us in ’05, yeah there go that blow again (Damn)
Cuzzo just touched down, I cast him out on a truck (Truck)
My cousin set up my cousin, that’s what you call bad luck (Yeah, you already know what this is)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go, Mayback Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Soldiers of fortunes, y’all niggas giggle with groupies (Huh)
I sold my soul for two Porsches so niggas kill me or sue me (Boss)
Smorgasbord full of bitches, nose candy delicious
Pocket silk, turtle necks (Woo), Rolls Royce repetitious
I’m chasing money relentless, massive wealth what you call it
Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
Make her get so erotic, I think she feeling sincere (Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

Young Thug – Circle of Bosses Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo-ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her it’s nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin’ lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw 11 like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tight and
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
I’ma watch it like WiFi

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Clear water on her neck, nigga, don’t see the shark (Ice, splash)
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (Double R)
Name the location, we mark it (Hey)
We gotta move the smartest (Move)
I got a K in my office (Brra)
You ever seen a carcass? (Body)
Growed up to be an arsoner (Fire)
Breathin’ out fire, like oxygen
McLaren, it came equipped (Skrrt)
Pressin’ the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (Strain)
Can’t pull up on me, come get your chips (Cash)
Heard car got flipped (Flipped)
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Hey, I’m countin’ these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didn’t know what it said
They catering’ Activis at the weddin’
I travel with the Draco or the ‘chete
You think that she straight
I’m turnin’ her gay, got her kissin’ a lady
She quiet as kept, I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk, the Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I don’t recept’, no receptionists, I don’t accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we don’t want peace, yeah, we’re clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (Woah)
Woah, I don’t need a seat, I’d rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin’ at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Whoo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis

[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

Snoop Dogg – Focused Lyrics

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[Intro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Focus on me

[Verse 1]
So much smoke in the air, you can’t see shit
Servin’ Crip dick ’til the bitch sea sick
Bought everything, I don’t lease shit, G shit
Workin’ out so the fleece fit, cool
I’m on that who-you-wanna-be shit
West to East shit for all my dawgs and my Heathcliffs
Streets on tax so the heat’s on my lap
When it’s war, fuck the law, fuck it, bury me strapped
Money long as 21 Cadillacs
Matter fact, get it scratched like BattleCat
Hood politics, every real nigga battles that
Still standin’ ’cause the way a nigga handled that
10 toes down, never actin’ like a mark
Only nigga with a star that got put on at the Park, nigga
That’s on the set, that’s on my mama
I could still pull up at the Park, nigga

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Verse 2]
Gangbangers rejoice when they hear my voice
Pullin’ up in Rolls Royce, the hood in full-force still
Realizing I’m the source still
The wrong move could get my boys killed
So I focus on me
Makin’ sure this whole shit stay rollin’
And my baby boo neck stay frozen
Rich rollin’, on the clock, non-stop
And my bank account sure shows it
Big mouth Crip and the bitch niggas can’t close it
I was chosen
So don’t worry ’bout mine, nigga, we good
And fuck what y’all think, “Free Suge”
Diamond in the back with the leather with the wood in it
Banged around the world, made sure I kept the hood in it
Yeah, one time for the king
And I still smoke a nigga like a big bag of weed
On moms

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Outro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?

Lizzo – Exactly How I Feel Lyrics

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[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel
That’s exactly how I feel
That’s exactly how I feel

[Verse 1: Lizzo]
I woke up this morning (God)
Wrong side of the bed
I don’t have to ‘splain it, oh (How I feel)
I might be a bitch (Bitch)
I might make a friend (Friend)
Ain’t I so amazing? (Uh-huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Love me or hate me
Ooh, I ain’t changing
And I don’t give a fuck, no

[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel (Uh)
That’s exactly how I feel (Say it again)
That’s exactly how I feel (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
Don’t hide no emotions (Emotions)
Wear ’em on my sleeve (On my sleeve)
All my feelings Gucci (It’s Gucci, haha)
Can’t hold back my tears
That would be a crime
‘Cause I look pretty cryin’
Oh, they ain’t tell you?

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Love me or hate me
Ooh, I ain’t changing
And I don’t give a fuck, no

[Chorus: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, yeah)
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, it’s Gucci)
That’s exactly how I feel

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I feel like hurtin’ they feelings (Yeah)
I don’t get mad, I get millions (Yeah)
My heart ain’t got no feelings
My cars ain’t got no ceiling
I ain’t with that acting all friendly
Please step away from the Bentley
You’re either not with me or with me
The fye close by like it’s Whitney
Stay in your lane, don’t tempt me
Mr. Bust-A-Whole-Clip-‘Til-It’s-Empty
I got a feelin’ that tonight’s gonna be a good night
Like Ferg and them said, god willing
Fire chains on like burr (Burr)
Feelin’ like rockin’ my fur (Fur)
Rolls Royce with the chauffeur (Huh?)
How your toes feel on a mink fur?
It’s Gucci

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Cry ’cause I want to
Smile if I want to, huh
Yes, I can
Love ’cause I want to
Get so mad I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (Sing it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That’s exactly how I feel

Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

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[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon’ all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
Can’t get caught with another gun
They gon’ know me when I’m gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It’s like switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
I’m never talkin’ on them phones
Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what’s goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
I’ma give it to them niggas every time

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Hit-Boy – Clocked In lyrics

(feat. Rich The Kid)

[Chorus]
Clocked in, ye
I’m working around the clock, ye
Whipping my hand in the pot, ye
Pockets not down to stop
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Clocked in
Plug back [?]
[?]
Young niggas holding mob sticks
I think I made this in the tropics
My asian girl got the chopsticks
Too many ops on my line, ye
They compete for my time, ye
But I’m

[Pre-Chorus]
Clocked in, ye ye
Clocked in, ye ye
Working around the clock, ye
Whipping my hand in the pot, ye
Pockets not down to stop
[?]
My nigga G-Dave got my catching the vibe

[Chorus]
Clocked in, ye
I’m working around the clock, ye
Whipping my hand in the pot, ye
Pockets not down to stop
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
We-we-we-we got the money we clocked in
[?]
I might pull up in an Aston
She want the molly the same time
Trapping we was working
Up eleven-thirty
[?]
Wrist hundred-thirty, ay
I used to drip out the Rolls Royce
Flexing on purpose got no choice
I cannot fuck with them broke boys
Pull out the foreign like “Oh boy”
I was broke wan’t worth alot
Back then was riding hot
Ain’t got time for a thot
Spent a crib on a clock

[Chorus]
Clocked in, ye
I’m working around the clock, ye
Whipping my hand in the pot, ye
Pockets not down to stop
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in

[Pre-Chorus]
Clocked in
Plug back [?]
[?]
Young niggas holding mob sticks
I think I made this in the tropics
My asian girl got the chopsticks
Too many ops on my line, ye
They compete for my time, ye

[Chorus]
Clocked in, ye
I’m working around the clock, ye
Whipping my hand in the pot, ye
Pockets not down to stop
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in
Clocked in, ye nigga clocked in

Fergie – Hungry lyrics

(feat. Rick Ross)

[Rick Ross:] This special, biggest, global
[Fergie:] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an I’ll-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest

Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

[Rick Ross:]
I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I fuck up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings

[Fergie:]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
[Rick Ross:] El Chapo
[Fergie:] Starving
[Rick Ross:] Rinzel
[Fergie:] Not thirsty, just hungry
[Rick Ross:] Ferrari Fergie
[Fergie:]
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

The Neptunes – Rock N Roll lyrics

(perfomed by Fam-Lay)

[Verse 1: Fam-Lay]
Hmmm…yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock
I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks
I got smoke to buy, coke for sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil’ nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I’ma take you back to the early eighties
When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes
My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black
Ac’ coupe Legend with the gold in the back
I was just a lil’ young’n runnin’ wild as hell
Runnin’ round wild trynta get that mail
Lil’ shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve years old brought it to the school
Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit
You ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]
But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track)
Try to set up shop get glowed up
Hey, I’m the candyman, I got mo’ than frozen cups
I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don’t try to roll up (Star Track)
Don’t make me pull these motherfuckin’ fo’s up
Cause it’s like that

[Verse 2: Fam-Lay]
The fiends is dyin’, things is lyin’
Missin’ on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin’
Right on time and money on the mind and
On them twenty-fo’s, them bit-ches straight shinin’
But y’all niggaz don’t know bout this
Fresh new kicks with the new outfit
Got the all black top with the black on black
You ever see me creepin, just back on back
Cause I got that pump and it is gon’ spit
I ain’t no punk and I ain’t no snitch
From a place on Earth called Huntersville
Where people out there got love for real
Got love for all who got love for me
If a coward ever ran then it wasn’t me
I’ll be on the curb movin’ dubs and d’s
And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me
I ever get caught then it was to be
I’ma just make bail by my cousin E
Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone
Like eleven in the mornin’ them hoes to go home
Trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain’t from the hood, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]
Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start
When the fists get to swingin’ and the four-fifths spark
And then the bitches get to runnin’ and the bitch just scream
And we spin off in Rolls and it’s so damn clean

[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
I stand on my block, the cam on the spot
My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked
Waitin’ for a nigga to just act up
My right hand big six, got my bait back up
Niggaz lookin’ all jealous, lookin’ mad as hell
Actin’ like lil’ girls, like tattle-tales
Mad cause my right hand bad as hell
I would’ve kept shootin’, but I had a sale
See, I’m a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin’ for a Nina Ross, she just can ride
Picked up my cash and slide all sweet
Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat
Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet
Wont’cha all take the cash dogg, not off me
Hustlin’s in my veins – you cannot stop it
Walkin’ on the block with life in my pocket
I’m trynta score and get this shit off quick
You ain’t from the ghetto, y’all don’t know bout this

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

Migos – Higher We Go (Intro) lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the-

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out to race
Who wanna race? We livin’ that fast pace
I’ma pull these hoes, I don’t chase
Hit these hoes, get ’em right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a nigga hard, send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate, ayy)
You can’t eat on my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Raris (yeah, skrrt, ayy)
Beat that pot like Ortiz, yeah (beat it)
Two feet runnin’ from the feds (yeah, 12)
All these niggas lookin’ like they scared (yeah, pussy)
Lock a fuck nigga like these dreads (yeah, pop ’em)
Pick a nigga off for that bread (yeah, hey)
We can go there if you want to (where)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, see what you gon’ do (yeah)
We can go there if you want to (there)
I’ll come down if you want to (down)
Load up on the rounds if you want to (rounds)
Hop out, gotta see what you gon’ do (hey)
We don’t play with dem lil’ boys out here, naw, naw, naw (don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar (bosses)
Big boy Wraith had them bitches seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stock me out, I don’t need no rims on cars (hey, hey)
It’s okay (okay)
Icing, Icing glaze (icin’ glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, I’m ’bout to go blaze? (‘Bout to go blaze)
What’s yo’ page? (Woo)
Slide in the DM like snakes (slide, slide)
The coupe got blaze (coupe)
The coupe got wings with blaze (skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (ha)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
The higher you go (go), went through the most (most)
We get to fly, you float (float)
No Malone, but I post (Malone)
Migos, you know we the goats (goat)
Bag of bread, call it loaf (loaf)
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul (walk)
Come to my jeweler, get froze (ice)
Snatch your soul
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold (snatch)
I had to set up the plug the other day
What he was taxin’ for? (for what?)
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0, culture

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (high, high, high)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset!)
150 a choker (choker)
Flooded my wrist, it’s soakin’ (flooded)
Split up the waters like Moses (split)
I done put furs on the loafers (fur)
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost (Rolls Royce)
Let’s have a codeine toast
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no stain on me
No drip, don’t trip, my gang with me (don’t trip)
Come to the bando, stop playin’ with me (bando)
Got bricks on bricks, it’s rainin’ kis (bricks)
Niggas can’t hang with me
Lay ’em in the dirt, they restrain from me (dust)
Bust down the plain Philippe (bust)
She bought me a Wraith, unique (Wraith)
You thots want to fuck, they in heat (thot)
A million, I bring home a week (M and M)
She a lil’ beast (beast)
Fuck around lookin’ for the keys (smash)
Got the trap disease (trap)
Please keep the cap from me (cap)
Count up the rack, proceed (rack)
First, see what I got and then leave (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (yeah)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (hey, hey, hey)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (plead)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (culture)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (go, go, go)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture (woo, woo, woo, ha)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

MoneyBagg Yo – Rolls Royce

[Intro]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
True story, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 1]
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 2]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Outro]
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
This shit over

Moneybagg Yo – Rolls Royce Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
True story, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 1]
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 2]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Outro]
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
This shit over

YFN Lucci – At My Best Lyrics

[Intro]
June your a genius
Know we started from the bottom nigga
Think It’s A Game
You know you don’t hustle you don’t eat nigga
You know if you broke you don’t sleep nigga
You know, long live all my niggas
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Look, aye keep that Glock by my tommy
Boy you know you pussy like right beneath her lil’ tummy
I am the bomb and I advise you pussies stay far from me
[?] high come drummin’
Flow sick I might vomit
Drop a brick on they head they better not hit no stomach
All this lead in this pencil I’ma erase sum
I’m from the gutter where snitches wear wires
Ridin’ with mack and I ain’t talkin’ bout that boy off of The Wire
Mack 11 on my side but that boy not a minor
Make me come find ya
Know I’m havin’ like your boss make me come sign ya
You know that yapper bring the bitch up out him
They know a punk bitch ain’t ever got shit up out him yeah
Aye I can only hear the money you copy
Play wit my dawg and we gon bring it to ya door like we tryna make sure you got it
I use to make the honor roll but I ain’t make it through college
Aye nowadays I might push the Rolls Royce down Collins

[Chorus]
At your best, you are love yeah
Look, see we were broke I had to make sure we got it
I swear it took a long time but I still went and got it yeah
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya

[Verse 2]
I love cheese like a rat, nigga you a rat
My bitch weave cost a rack
And bitch we don’t internet beef we just wack shit
Louie backpack stay filled with them jacks in it
Diamonds dancin’ like Michael my bitch a Janet
I’ma put my brother on and have my man’s lit
Aye you know Boxdale with that pull up sprayin’ shit
Aye ain’t a dollar in this world to make my man switch
You wear a skirt nigga, that ain’t no man shit
They checkin’ everybody but the one they hang wit
Got my niggas down bad, lil’ niggas tellin’ on my niggas and you proud of that?

[Chorus]
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya yeah hey

[Outro]
At your best you are love, ain’t a thang they could say bout me
I’ma talk my shit nigga, fly nigga

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

Lil Kim – Took Us A Break

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb pussy, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/lil-kim/-/took-us-a-break.html]
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing shit like the Reaper
Buying shit for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

LIL KIM – Took Us On Break lyrics

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb n*gger, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing sh*t like the Reaper
Buying sh*t for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

Lupe Fiasco – KJazz

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
If you rolling around Los Angeles right now
This one right here is for you (keep it true)
And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunsets Los Angeles undressed like
The sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois’
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we’re doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu and [?} sitting lonely in the Rolex when these Denny’s mirage
In-N-Out bagels, Katsu your crab rolls, Easter laid food trucks, bossa nova mastros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
More holla hill shops, house party chill spots
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi’s versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz

KJazz
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

If you see nighttime out there, tell her I said hello
Kjazz

Future – Real Love lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

Gilligan – Dram feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Dram – Gilligan

Big headed, long stick
F*cked up, turnt, too
Do it big headed, long stick
Turnt up, turnt, too.
Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

Look, I got hella s**t
Take a whip, peep these molly rocks
I got diamonds, too
Bought a few, but they still like to swipe
b*tch, don’t call my bluff
If you want one, then meet me at the crib
You know what it is
Put your phone on off, give your phone to him, okay, cool
Girl, your fro so soft, ooh, look at your friend, tryna be rude
Get put in your place and that’s out my place
So please, be nice versuri-lyrics.info
All this in your face, you can’t get out my face
We know your type.

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

I got hella racks in my safe, got stars in my Wraith
I got stripper h**s snortin’ blow, dancin’ in my place
I got hella pounds from the plug that I’m ’bout to face
Three Six Mafia probably f*ck yo mama back in ’98
Sippin’ on purple rain like champagne
Niggas gon make a toast
And that weed and s**t that you passin’
If a nigga don’t choke
Rolls Royce, I’m flying, sauces drippin’
Same color as the smoke
Thousand niggas with it in the street
Nigga look like the Pope
(Oh s**t, nigga!)

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligaaan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligaaan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like.

Gilligan lost, turned trill again
Need a vitamin, wait a min’
Better yet, a ritalin for my adrenaline
If I’m up in my feelings, better pay the man
Like motherf*ck a middle man
Like I’m the shits with the shits
f*ck another nigga b*tch again off the shits again
Island boy like I’m Dominican
On repeat like a ceiling fan
All pink like I’m Killa Cam
Palms, feet and let ’em feel the sand
On the beach like I’m finna tan
Black and proud like the brother man
Make it rain like the weatherman
Bust your head, f*ck a settlement
Got to save and never sell again.

Gone off the s**t again, that’s just how I live
Lost just like Gilligaaan on my own island
Gone off the s**t again, lost just like Gilligaaan
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, yeah, ayy
Lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just like Gilligaaan, ayy
Gone off the s**t again, ayy, lost just likeee.
Dram lyrics
Video Dram

Hungry – Fergie feat. Rick Ross lyrics

Lyrics Fergie – Hungry

To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an I’ll-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up versuri-lyrics.info
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest.(hungry)

Sick, sick, mmmmmhh
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungryyy
Ambitious, still hungryyy
Still hungry.

I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I f**k up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings.

Sick, sick, mmmhh
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungryyy
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungryyy
Still hungryyy.
Fergie lyrics
Video Fergie

Tyga – Supermodel Lyrics

[Hook: Justin Bieber}
Woah, woah, woah
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh the way you strut your shit
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Oh it’s like 3 in the morning
And you see me looking at ya
Ooh I just can’t control it
Come over here so I can see you better
I don’t want you to leave
Baby you and me should be together
Spend the night with me yeah

[Pre – Hook: Justin Bieber}
I’m talking ’bout first class treat babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
I can pick you up in the Rolls Royce
Anywhere you wanna go it’s your choice
Promise that I’m nothing like them other boys]]
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise

[Pre – Hook: Justin Bieber}
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

Be my supermodel (supermodel)
The way you strut your shit
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Pretty I mean pretty exactly where I’m from
Ah you still with me?
I’m your new bad boy ball no biggie

Bal harbour – Tory Lanez feat. Asap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics Tory Lanez – Bal harbour

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain.

Pullin’ up
Rolls Royce gave ’em no choice
When I’m tellin’ b*tches hop in
Rolls Royce gave ’em no voice
Push button and the door close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you f*ck niggas, I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause f*ck nigga weighin’ me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that s**t playin’ around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
f*ck nigga, sit the f*ck down
Don’t it make you mad, you see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m tryna do is put my dog on
Get this money ’til it’s all gone.

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the Rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain.

I just f*cked your b*tch, now she hangin’ with the crew
She hopped up in my whip ’cause she know I got the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switchin’ lanes, nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me, baby
These dollar signs be drivin’ me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday versuri-lyrics.info
I love her, then f*ck her like everyday
I’m gonna just cuff and f*ck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you f*ckin’ with him? He cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a Payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil’ dome in the Lear.

I swear
All I’m tryna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time, chuck the money up until it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains, b*tch we all on
We all on, we all on
We all on, we all on
Someone get the shooters ’cause we all on
I got 40s and the rugers when we all on
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmain
It look like The Godfather, whenever we ball, baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour, Givenchy and Balmainnn.
Tory Lanez lyrics
Video harbour

Ralo – Never Going Broke (feat. Young Dolph)

[Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon

[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went?
Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke