(Intro: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
Got keys to her pad but I didn’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass is

(Verse 1: Curren$y)
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Pulled up like FedEx
Double R headrest
Bad bitch sleeping on a Crooks and Castles bed set
I got keys to her pad but I haven’t smash yet
More concerned with her cash skills then how her ass feel
Money make her, yea baby girl that’s what your ass is
Selling dreams to them suckers she be making mad chips
She share it with me cuz them simps don’t compare to me
When she get turned on she look at me like she scared of me
Money in the race, pulled up on the homie Killer Mike at the black owned bank
Dropped a hundred thousand dollars in the safe, we been eating on the road
Bitch stacking up to go play, all a nigga know
Living the fast way, weed burning slow
In a Versace ash tray, Gucci butter dishes
Air Max in colorways, that you could never get
If you robbed a factory, I got it right now
You could try it out after me
(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Uh, jumped in the game when I boarded the plane
Yea, parked the Wraith just to hop in the Mulsanne
Yea, all these colors in my damn chain
It’ll make yo bitch do some real strange things
Straight to the freaky shit, then I delete the bitch
I get stoned on some real Cheech & Chong shit
I know you liked every song but whats your favorite
We can get loaded while I play that shit
Live in color, me and my niggas like no other
Word to my mother, daddy, uncle and lil brother
We ain’t gon suffer, cuz I’m one grinding motherfucker
Yea, always, nigga we get paid
The cars you see us drive, we whip em like slaves
Day to day, she bring that paper, one of my ways
Fuck bitches get paid

(Verse 3: Fiend)
Roll up when I roll up
Leave the valet a tip plus the roaches
Stoned up in this man but I’m focused
Shades too dark to notice
I represent survivors, soldiers, who had soft white or rocked up Cola
I used to press cash in the sofa
I ain’t even asked her to come over
Money machine Fiend, couldn’t have seen this in my dreams
20s 50s 100s with the bling
All this gold is just a lil something to a king
Bullets to a bulletproof truck is but a thing
Small oversight mix up, led to drop offs and pick ups
Penitentiary chances, to glit up, my wrist up
Ship pills sometimes the answer won’t pick up
But living in gold eyes buck and get the hiccups (?)
You could count my chips up

(Chorus: Curren$y)
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the money I’ve made
Ounces I’ve weighed
Audio dope keep us paid
Lot of speculation on the

(Intro: Curren$y)
Live the life a nigga die for
Wish ya wife would be my side ho
Never seen a nigga fly where
Take a ride inside a 64
Hop out ask him what his info
He ain’t tell ya but his bitch know
Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo’
Sent ya bitch to the corner store
Bag of chips and a 40 Row
They ain’t mine but the chips is
Go give the beer to my big bro

(Verse 1: Mr. Marcelo)
House full of bitches, weed in the kitchen
Hell yea nigga we living
And all these bitches tryna get a real nigga even when a nigga ain’t pitching
A real OG in my city lil nigga motherfucker better ask around
I always have been a standup guy so it ain’t no backing down
I used to make (?), now I make (?)
Hustle all night, pray all day I’ll sleep when I’m 6 feet deep
Pops used to sip Ol’ E, moms sip Henn on the rocks
And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox
I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X
I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect
Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
Shit to real to be standing still so OG’s be chasing bags
(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them bitches insane, all them bitches insane
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
Them bitches just after my fame

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Look, I told that bitch, don’t be catching feelings and shit
Right after I hit, I’m mashing off in that new Benz
Motherfuck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
When we steerin the Bent, ain’t gon kill you with a ratchet
But with the way I live, yea
She gon shake that for some tips
But I’m not gon give a shit
I’m gon spend that on some rims
Stomp a nigga in some Timbs
Just because they want pretend
Like they gangsters but they really pussy boy your sister told me what it is
Wake up and I grind for breakfast
I stunt so hard that I can not help it
Yea that Jet Life I’m gon rep it
All these bitches the same, I just gotta accept it
Don’t slam my door when you ride with me ho
Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat

(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them bitches insane, all them bitches the same
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
Them bitches just after my fame

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Raised in the ways of G’s on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Was raised in the ways of G’s on this side

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Papers up niggas plotting, bitches watching
Dollars clocking, ballers spotting, seen me hop in
Impala’s dropping out the sky
Or so it seems cuz I got em out my crib in line by the 3’s
Nigga this is me, all I could ever be
All I could ever give you when I’m on these beats
Now I ease my way in the game avoiding the fleas
Big dog though when I scratch, I’m talking bout them G stacks
Triple OG sacks get lit, then tracks get ripped
Firing like pump pistol grips, blood on the bricks
Wash it off then sell that shit
Oh there’s a boss in the midst, can’t you smell his scent
You see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Tuck it or you won’t be leaving with it
Uh, you see a shark fin moving toward a feed of fish
Oh you done stepped into some dealer shit
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Raised in the ways of G’s on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Was raised in the ways of G’s on this side

[Verse 3: C-Style]
Uh, block clicking got them chickens and them Desert Eag’s
Ten speed, before I ever whipped a V
I’m on the East with my G’s in the trenches
Rep long like trenches
Bending corners on them inches
Nigga this is the life that a lot of niggas kill fo’
Ya boys hating they all still broke
Get to the money nigga, what the fuck you think we here fo’
Aw shit nigga, here we go, peep the scenario
Pick ups and drop offs right in front the corner store
Overtime, on my grind gotta get the dough
Done seen a little now I want more
Going hard til they kick the door
I need a new coupe, a bad bitch with a Beyonce hair-do
G’d up at all times you know how I do
Left side when I ride, Harvey Blue

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Hustle all day, catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Raised in the ways of G’s on this side
Hustle all day catch stunts at night
Momma say the way us niggas living ain’t right
And any other way wouldn’t really be life
Was raised in the ways of G’s on this side

(Chorus)
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I guess all I’m saying anybody could be somebody

(Verse 1)
They counted me out, I counted up, I counter punch
Upper cut, out the blue fucked em up
Copped a new coupe, so I could pull up on a bitch and tell her that we through
I thought you knew, ran into one thats way realer than you
Now watch me move, only money will I pursue
Oh I done paid dues, so much I probably paid for you
I ain’t tripping its cool, my young bitch said I’m dripping
She wipe the sauce off my shoes
I’m in the trap kitchen smoked out in this vocal booth
They ain’t want see me winning them haters turned off they tunes
Bigger than television bitch the underground rules
And now they see I did it on any level
Rolex bezel Ferraris and better
Yeah, Yeah
(Chorus)
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I guess all I’m saying anybody could be somebody

(Outro)
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Oh Lord now I walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe, I can’t believe
I used to dream about it, now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I guess all I’m saying anybody could
I guess all I’m saying anybody could
I guess all I’m saying anybody could
Anybody

(Intro)
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy (?)

Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like
(Verse 1)
I’m hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don’t know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain’t make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I’m outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I’m Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind’

(Outro)
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam’ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C — all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord

[Intro]
Ay, I’m back on that ’07 shit, ya hear me
I think I’m the only nigga that can turn ops to fans, ya hear me
Free 9

[Verse]
Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
Remember when the homicide grabbed you
Boogieman had trap like a drive thru
The coke is goin’ quick like it’s fast food
Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
Appeal money for them killas when that time come
Sneak dissin’ wit these goofys, niggas dyin’ for ’em
One call I’ll make my TV it’ll slide up
I press 1JB ’cause Zoo was callin’
I press 7 ’cause these goofys callin’ (Lets get It)
I fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping (Ain’t Nun)
Fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping
I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Lets Get It ! Ls)
This nigga ‘pose to been my man but he was snitchin’ on me
And everytime he came around I was grippin on it
Like fuck yo life I won’t think twice and I’ll blink you homie
We turn your address to a bitchuary
I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Lets get It)
And you know we did it you ain’t did none (Bitch)
DD in the jam and he ain’t said nothin’
Can’t name a fucking nigga that I ran from
Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun
And we carry draco’s like they hand guns
Bitches wanna glo wanna be famous
Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
Them skinny bitches whine I make em take dick
Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
I lost my niggas to this shit that’s why I’m solo homie gang)
Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
Like we ain’t kill your mans and I don’t know your homie
I can hear Nuski calling
I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
I can hear LA calling
Yea I can hear Pluto calling
I can hear Irish calling
I can hear J Money calling
And I can hear O calling
Yea I can hear Mo calling
I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls)
Probation for my pistol it was bad news
All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
I got better fans I got better thoughts
Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It)
In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
That Timmy Turner won’t none to my Timmy nigga
Tim-Tim gave a fifty in the city nigga
Nigga off Tremain I used to hang wit (Bitch)
Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
Or they want some people thats the same shit
And they call them people that’s the same shit (Gang!)

[Verse 1]
Speakers off tonight
Turn off your headlights tonight
Don’t drive the road too slow
Don’t look too close tonight
This used to be ours, this used to be you and I’s
What used to be mine
Say your goodbyes

[Chorus]
And I don’t know where to go
No, I don’t know where to stay
Where do we go from here?
Do you know?
Where do we go from here?
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, ha ha
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, ha ha
[Verse 2]
We bowed our heads
We broke our bread that night
Shook our hands
Then conquer and divide
This used to be home
This used to be what we know
What used to belong
Now good and gone

[Chorus]
And I don’t know where to go
No I don’t know where to stay
Don’t know where to go
And I don’t know where to stay
Where do we go from here?
Do you know?
Where do we go from here?

[Outro (x4)]
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

[Verse 1]
Shawty, you know how I’m strokin’ on it
When I pull up 4 in the mawning
We can smoke, girl, if you want it
We can smoke just roll up pon it
I do the things that you wann’ do
All of the things that you want too
Do anything cause I want you
Do anything cause I want you
Oh, pull up in designer
Girl, that body’s purer than water
Smell like Dasani
Sippin’ on Henny
‘Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can’t do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case infahmah wan’ come find mi
Smokin’ on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump ‘pon mi

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
[Verse 2]
When I pull up in dah mawning
Pure Hennessy we nah do no Gin & Tonic
Fuckin’ boi, dem dem wann’ find me
Fire fi dem, now we nah chill wit informants
No man ah make it from my ends
And no man ah tek way from my space
Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
Dis a bodmon song
Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine on your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I don’t want no conversation
I don’t need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don’t play me on the station
Press ’em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I’m rocky like a caveman

[Verse 2: Key!]
We rock I’m a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That’s how you get not far

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
All my cousins, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy

[Verse 4: Key!]
Don’t talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don’t care
I’m with Flocko, you on Flocka
You got girls [?]
I send niggas to the doctor
I don’t care

[Verse 5: A$AP Rocky]
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hands [?]
[?]
No who, what, where, why, when

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine in your mouth
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

[Verse 6: A$AP Twelvvy]
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin is a night years
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin’ back by the pool, baby
Bumpin’ [?], too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bicken Back I got mad hoes
Joey [?] might blast for me
Talk to [?] I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?

[Hook: A$AP Rocky & Key!]
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine in your mouth
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

Kid Cudi:

Hmm, yea, hmm, yea
Hmm, yea, yea, yea, yea
He-ee-ey, he-ee-ey

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Tonight is a natural call
I done told y’all, this the cinema
I am on my Kubla Khan
Like a Spielberg Close Encounter form
Feeling awesome to be back, and I’m merking on competition
Making what I want and thats a flex
Give me one trip and I’ll leave with your bitch
Smoke with me when this shit on
Magical feel
I go dumb on the hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

The industry is so full of shit
Welcome y’all to the enema
Nah man that’s subliminal
Cause they insecure, they know who they are
Feeling awesome to be back, and I’m working on competition
Everything that I do is a flex
If you don’t get me, not my issue bitch
[?] when the show come
Keep the magic in my palms
Man I go dumb on the hums
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm

Now I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
I ain’t got no issue
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Aaaah, aaaah, aaah, aaah

Now I ain’t riding no waves
Too busy making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Now I ain’t riding no waves
I’m just making my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave, baby
Surfing on my own wave

Aaaay, aaay, nananaaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Nananaaay, nananaay
Aaah, aaaah, aaah
Aaah, aaaah, aaah

(Aaah, aaaah, aaah)

Kid Cudi:

Wicked
Wick wick
Wicked
Wicked awesome

Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency

Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple clubs and I’m in the zone
Rather take the party home
Took it in the groove
Wet sex passionate in a dark tomb
In a dark tomb
If it twine inside then hold tight never let it loose
Wet it up
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Couple girls, couple girls make a nigga feel less lonely
I trust them, my riders
Easing my frequency
Curiosity, is the key to my frequency
Explore what you find
And now

Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency

Yea, yeow
Yea
Yea, ooh
Boo

I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m real close stroking in another room
Done up ’til sun up
I’m done up ’til sun up
I’m real close stroking in another room
Wet and passionate
Real close, shed tears and the sweaty groove
And I love the love
Hot sweat in the sheets never speak on cue in the cyclone
Cyclone, wet uh
A couple trippy girls, couple stories, and a couple shrooms
Now a couple nudes
Sucking boobs
Seeing double, seeing double
And it zoom

Yea, yeow
Yea
Yea, ooh
Boo

Yea, yea, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency
Yea, yea color outside the lines
And tune in to the frequency
Chill all alone
Love is the rule

(And follow it to the frequency)

(Verse 1)
Meck mi tell you bout mi feeling
Feel like tell you bout mi feeling
Money stock to the sealing
Wonder if mi dreaming
Spend 5-G this morning
Meck it back by this evening

Gangster do real thing
Like Mommy haffi alright
Everything lock that a teething
When mi seh bleaching a nuh nadinola
Mi tell mi son a daddy goah

Don’t rich like Leeching
Mi nuh frighten fi clean skin
Mi nuh frighten fi jeanstring
A f**k gyal long time
From mi a sneak out and a sneak in
A pastor do preaching

My talk a nuh cheap talk
Suh mi naw go deh meeting
A ground mi use to sleep king
Wa that roof leaking
Money mi waan mi nuh need kin
Pocket swell like a bee sting

(Chorus)
Wi deh pon another level now
Know star when mi si star
Mi look in a the mirror, mi ready now

Take wi light last year
F**ker dem try stop the plane
Wi a meck move, wi a meck new
Pu**y dem still a meck noise

Wi a meck move fi go meck food
Pu**y dem still a meck noise

(Verse 2)
Life goes on, suh the fight goes on
And mi fall from the worst
Dem try fi bury mi
Food a eat and some on
And mi rise from the done
Money haffi meck hi nuh
So I have to work
Nuh tek and don’t, wi tek off dem gyal skirt
We feeling happy meck feelings hurt
Suh mi smoke and just fly
Mi not feeling hurt
Mankind too wicked, watch the pu**y dem a lurk
Be-careful dem wi kill you fi a shirt
Ask the sun, ask the moon, mi a star from birth
Dollars pon dollars dem gyal a got to twerk

(Repeat Chorus)

(Intro)
Yow Sean Paul
Yow Chi Ching
Da one yah a fi the girls dem
Yow Chimney

(Verse 1)
Come and a talk bout you fitness, fitness, fitness, fitness
Man a pull up a you yard like a Jehovah Witness, witness, witness, witness
Inna you likkle tight shorts and a show off you thickness, thickness, thickness, thickness
Every man weh a pass seh you have dem a crickneck, crickneck, crickneck, crickneck
Crick neck

(Chorus)
My girl just whine up you body
how off you self
Fulljoy the vibes
And get reckless
Get bruk vibe, shake up you chest
Inevitable that you a go enjoy yourself

Girls bubbling ma champagne
Bubbling ma boss
This pretty girl put a bubble in ma heart

Get burk vibes, shake up you chest
Inevitable that you a go enjoy yourself
Crickneck, crickneck, crickneck

(Verse 2)
The way how shi a whine husband a left wife
A gyal buss a slick mi seh Jesus Christ
Mi get a new gyal tonight a fi mi choice
Mi hear gyal a sell mi seh whats the price

Crickneck
Wait deh think a the kyrapractor
Mi neck feel like she mi need a doctor
The gyal just pass and is like it fracture
Body strong like a tractor

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

(Intro)
DJ SpinKing
Dolla $ign

(Chorus – Ty Dolla $ign)
You only had a few ni**as
You ain’t rachet like them other bi**hes
You ain’t got a no kids
You say you’ve never had a d**k this big
A dick this big
Said she never had a d**k this big
You ain’t got no kids
And you never had a d**k this big

(Verse 1 – Jeremih)
Give ’em long d**k, I need a deep throat
Talking here while the heat throw
Shooting at her face like a free throw
Now girls want the freak show
I got that make you cum out of your body
Dick done got her 100 miles and running
Dick up in her, f**king up her stomach
Finger in her booty, I’ma thumb it
I’m up at Luv’s and I’m straight cashing
When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it
She on whatever I’m on, ain’t ask it
And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – 50 Cent)
Go head ask about me, she gon say I’m the s**t
I pop pills and I f**ked her, I bet she never forget
I caught her fresh out the shower
You know the pu**y is power
And Bryson Tiller went off, I’ve been in that pu**y an hour
Ay, these bi**hes f**k with me, wanna see em?
They’ve been all in my DM, ni**a AM through the PM
Attract the bees with the honey
Get the hoes with the money
First the diamonds is blinking
Then the bi**h get to thinking
I should f**k with a real ni**a
Come up with a real ni**a
Live it up with a real ni**a
Grind till the paper all straight
Bag some up, sell some of the s**t, weight, wait

(Verse 3 – Ty Dolla $ign)
Girl take off them panties
I’m a grown man, understand me
Yeah hit her with the long d**k
She take it to the throat like a bong rip
Yeah all the way down
You keep coming like K rounds
Ass up, face down
Go deep in the bi**h, make her say owww
I be stroking
You ni**as jacking off with lotion, ugh
Ni**as looking for a handout
Your bi**h on the floor getting maxed out
Bam-bam-bow
Girl look back at it, how you like me now?
Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out
Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro)
Come on
Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard
Spin we up

(Verse 1)
Street smart, Ph.D
Dropped out for a ni**a degree
Not on me
Keep the doubles off me
Cause we was living in shit
Couldn’t afford property
Lil ni**a getting fronting from OGs
Oz of OG bagged up in the Pelle
In a school hall way on a burner celly
Leaving out of class early caught a cell for 20
How long will they last?
Never ending race, chasing cash
One lane going wrong way til I crash
Teacher find my sack, going nowhere fast

(Chorus)
Tell me what I don’t know
Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
Shot my ni**a on the way to get a Swisher
Breaking down the weed when the call got received

(Verse 2)
We was so ambitious
All we really wanted was new Jordans and some bitches
Flashing bankrolls in the club taking pictures
Thinking we was grown men, really lil ni**as
Jumping dope fiends that’s owing us for credit
Taking turns catching shells things copacetic
Slice your tomato if you owe us for the lettuce
Running through the sack of D sorta like Jerome Bettis
Now heed the outcome
Hit the block, hit the stash and they found some
Lock us all up for a bag of some
Now we in the county writing letters I miss you

(Chorus)
Tell me what I don’t know
Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
Tell me what I don’t know
Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know

(Verse 3)
And we was so gone ho
Wet a ni**a up like he got his poncho
On the block all day chasing that cilantro
Hood raid kicking on the front door
It’s like a cycle
You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us
It’s like a cycle
You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us

(Chorus)
Tell me what I don’t know
Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
Shot my ni**a on the way to get a Swisher
Breaking down the weed when the call got received
Tell me what I don’t know
Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know

(Intro)
Uh, uhm, uhm
Yeah

(Verse 1 – Goldlink)
Had to go to LA for the winter
Had to vibe out, Just caught a tour to the
Real ni**a talk slick to ya
Told ya bring your girlfriend, tell her take her friends too
Telling Hollywood kinda weird
You don’t really like it but you gotta play the
Yeah met ya last June
By next June we will…and f**k now
Fell in love at the wrong time
Spent a night at my high rise
Or hit me late on my hotline
Telling me you miss my homies and your mama cry
Late night you’re my boo thing, yeah
You’re my…with the blue thing, yeah
All praise to the most high leader
Dipped off in the heels

(Chorus – April George)
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more
Girl you’re gone now
And oh baby
Don’t call me, don’t call me no more

(Verse 2 – Goldlink)
Went back to the homeland
Had to tell the ni**as what I did in your hometown
Everybody know we probably woulda made it last
But there you go, started tripping never hit me back
Real ni**a went back to the pimping
Started getting groovy with the women I was hitting
Got a gold chain and a nose ring
And a new watch, no tick but I always been a thug
Black boy with a black fade, yeah
Got that when you did things
You was f**king and you did dirt too
We was talking but you never hit my phone booth
Moved up and I feel good s**t
Roll palm trees and I made a hand for ya
Billboards around the city with your face on it
But they ain’t never really know what you been through
Stay dancing where the hoes at, huh?
Why your homies gotta go down, huh?
I ain’t trip when I see you…dance at a show back in Feb
You trip but we don’t talk much
Girl you got me f**ked up
Real ni**a gotta get it when he f**ked up
Fake ni**as like a new man
Just a little side joint
Always been a side joint
Alright joint

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

(Verse 1)
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two just to hurt you, ah
All red Lamb just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bi**h out your league too, ah
Side bi**h out of your league too, ah

(Pre Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 2)
Every day a ni**a try to test me, ah
Every day a ni**a try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

(Pre Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 3)
Let a ni**a Brad Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

(Pre – Chorus)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
She cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don’t see a shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain

(Chorus)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 1 – JoJo)
Sweetie I don’t want your cookies
If you’re looking for applause, keep looking
Your recipe’s boring, need a little more spice in my cooking
Honey you don’t want my problems
If you had em you would sink to the bottom
You should bring your life jacket
Cause people like you can’t handle this, no

(Pre Chorus – JoJo)
Where were you when I needed you?
Tell me, where were you when I needed you?

(Chorus – JoJo)
Fake ass bi**hes
When they smile in your face, but behind you it ain’t well wishes
When they eating all the food off your plate and they don’t do dishes
When they words and they actions blur and they don’t know different
No time for these fake ass bi**hes

(Post Chorus – JoJo)
You can go jump on the bandwagon
You yell money with your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the bandwagon
With you fake ass bi**hes

(Verse 2 – JoJo)
I been down in the trenches, you should know but you don’t pay attention
You wouldn’t know real talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
You got away with it, I believed in your for a hot minute
Good as a friend in the moment but you had to go ghost, leave me lonely

(Pre-Chorus – JoJo)
Where were you when I needed you?
Tell me, where were you when I needed you?

(Chorus – JoJo)
Fake ass bi**hes
When they smile in your face, but behind you it ain’t well wishes
When they eating all the food off your plate and they don’t do dishes
When they words and they actions blur and they don’t know different
No time for these fake ass bi**hes

(Post Chorus – JoJo)
You can go jump on the bandwagon
You yell money with your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the bandwagon
With you fake ass bi**hes

(Verse 3 – Remy Ma)
You not my BFF, you not my bestie
You a fake ass bi**h just like the rest, see
I was all the way down, you was all the way gone
Now you tryna come back cause I’m all the way on
I got both middle fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, I don’t give two fucks
If I say something, my moves’ll back it
You be running your mouth and it don’t match your actions
And I ain’t throwing shade, I’m just saying
Act like it’s a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your fake ass, bi**h

(Bridge – JoJo)
How about a hand for the real ones?
Put it down, had my back since day one
Never hear about em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, stand up
Tired of the gossip? Think you had enough?
Don’t worry about em, middle fingers up to these

(Chorus – JoJo)
Fake ass bi**hes
When they smile in your face, but behind you it ain’t well wishes
When they eating all the food off your plate and they don’t do dishes
When they words and they actions blur and they don’t know different
No time for these fake ass bi**hes

(Post Chorus – JoJo)
You can go jump on the bandwagon
You yell money with your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the bandwagon
With you fake ass bi**hes

(Outro – JoJo)
With your bi**h ass
With your bi**h ass

(Chorus)
I came from the noodles and the ramen
Made it from the sewers and the bottom
Been on the grind for a while now
I don’t really got them types of problems
Now all we do is eat like piranhas
Got my ex girl going so bananas
Nah nah ni**a, you don’t know that
You don’t know the half, ni**a, go and do the math

(Verse 1)
I be going round the world
Hoping TSA ain’t going through my bag
They be mad at a ni**a
Cause I’m wearing all my jewelery
When I’m going through the scanner
Blrr, blrr, ring the alarm
Got a long flight, ni**a bring me a bong
She just figured out a ni**a name in a song
Now the f**king flight attendant won’t leave me alone
Got a full house sauce, all Asians
They don’t wanna let me into Vegas
If they don’t wanna let us in the club
Then we kicking the door down, just let me tie my laces
Back then, they ain’t really wanna embrace it
Now I’m all up in they grill
Need some motherf**king bracelets
No it’s new to you, bi**h to me, it’s just basic
See me on the pavement
It’s a motherf**king payment, bi**h

(Chorus)
I came from the noodles and the ramen
City got it tatted on my stomach
Remember when the day wasn’t sunny
Now everyday feel like summer
Still out here looking for the come up
Gotta make a band like a drummer
I got a big team in the photos
Everybody need a chain with the logo

(Verse 2)
We talking that money talk, it’s no convo
Chilling in my big crib, it’s no condo
Just me and my main chick, watching Netflix
Bought her some big tits so I can hold them both
And then I get up in that ooh-a
Tell em what’s my name, baby whoo-a
Let me see you bust a bust, baby whoo-ha
One more hit and I be too high
Treating these bi**hes like we the 2 Live Crew
It wasn’t too many, we made it here, right a few
Now I’m top of the cities, see from a bird’s eye view
Pull up, park in any curb that I choose

(Chorus)
I came from the noodles and the ramen
Could been a young ni**a robbing

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Young ni**a hang out the waters
Young ni**a hang out the run
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 1)
I might black out
I got that power packed in here like pack out
Got through security without no pat down
I tip 100 and then I tilt my head down
You see me, you should know who I got in the background
If they run it up, I just took my lap round
I just took my first one, but it’s not my last one
She told me to pass one, alley oop it, and one
I know just what you want
From that dress that you want
AC got you cold
And Hennessy get you on
Some of you ni**as ain’t high for the summer
Rest of the year, you out of discussion
My money talking, I’m up for discussing
She love when I thump it, I thump it, I thump it, I thump it
I put the key in ignition
You hear that bi**h humming
I hit the corner and pull up
You ain’t seen it coming

(Chorus)
Lights out, hit the switch when ain’t nobody looking
I ain’t tripping, that’s just how you took it
Getting high, that help my aggravations
This elevation feel so damn amazing
Young ni**a hang out the broads
Know that you hear when it’s on
We made it out this far
The way I been acting, I’m sorry
Hit the switch
And then I’m blacking out

(Verse 2)
We blacking out
Know we in the building and it’s packing out
All them old hoes give me action now
Hit it from the back until the track is out
I know where I’m going , you ain’t gotta map it out
Sitting on top of the hills, made it out the south
Central of LA, murder was the case
I got up out the hood, without a beat from Dre
No cosign and no verse from Snoop
Eminem ain’t here, treat all my ni**as like groupies
We beat the odds and I’m living proof
You told me that my dreams were lies, I’ll forgive you soon
Ask, I start to lose my hunger and then, I just remember
All of the hamburgers that I had for dinner
Ni**a, the game that we playing is not for beginners
I see you been trying to shine but everything getting dimmer

(Outro)
Lights out

(Chorus – King Los)
I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this
Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing
All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless
All we make is movies, George f**king Lucas
All we make is movies
All we make is
In the club I’m George f**king Lucas
I’m bout to f**king lose this

(Verse 1 – Kid Ink)
Okay, I walk inside this bi**h like tonight I’m tryna earn
To the knotches on my belt, feel like I can’t hold my pants
I could prolly take your chick if I really took the chance
When they play her favorite song, she know all the f**king dances, oh yeah
Aw man, don’t stop, baby girl, go head
And I know when I’m watching
And I love when you drop it down
Down baby with your bow legs
You keep doing what you’re doing and I’m throwing what I’m throwing
I could pay monthly, your whole rent
I got that money on my mind but I lost it
At the same time, don’t make no sense
It’s a star wars if you with it
Drive my spaceship back to the future
OG sky walking in the blunt
And I’m prollyg go back to my planet when it’s finished

(Chorus – King Los)
I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this
Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing
All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless
All we make is movies, George f**king Lucas
All we make is movies
All we make is
In the club I’m George f**king Lucas

(Verse 2 – King Los)
All these ni**as just the same to me
All these groupies is the same to me
I don’t know who the f**k to blame here
But all this goofy s**t is lame to me
Threw the whole dash with the gold pass
In my own class, baby slow class
Come on take a pie with a cool guy
I know all about the wave like a pool guy
I just copped a presidental out in Dubai
And I roll 100 swishas, I got too high
Out of my mind, I need to be minded
To tell these ni**as catch up
There’s no condoms, bench on the side of it
Go ahead and get the wallet
And I f**k around in got so deep up in it
Left my wallet in it
Wish we got it bigger
Cause we started from the bottom
Would have hoped you taking notes
Just so you pu**y ni**as know how to kick it

(Chorus – King Los)
I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this
Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing
All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless
All we make is movies, George f**king Lucas
All we make is movies
All we make is
In the club I’m George f**king Lucas
I’m bout to f**king lose this

(Intro – Tory Lanez & DJ Drama)
Shorty this gon be your favorite song
DJ Drama
And this is the remix
Baby, I don’t know about you, but my wish came true
Matter of fact, let me take you on another round

(Verse 1 – Fabolous)
Told her save my number under big dippa
Got her wishing on a star
Save my number under big tippa
Got her blowing kisses from the bar
I, wish you could stay, but when you walk away
You look delicious from far
She roll up on me
Then they get lit
Girl you my swisher cigar
Shorty rather lay by the pool side
Than stay by a fool’s side
Been sleeping on yourself too long
Time to flip the pillow over to the cool side
Don’t need the tea, baby, I got the juice
You wanna hang, baby, I got the noose
I got the Ace, baby, I got the deuce
I gotta beat baby like I produce
Come through the stu, let you hear something nice
Bring that s**t back, let you hear something twice
Ask how to keep drama clear from her life
Said, I don’t know, girl, but here’s some advice
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Stop being friendly to the f**kboys
Hold up, I’m who you’ve been craving for
The one that you save it for
Hop in the shower and save it for
Come and watch Power the day before
Lay up with me while your man be suspicious
Rub your booty til you grant me three wishes
I’ma hit for every call that she misses
Every time I shoot my shot it be swishing
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a
Every time I shoot my shot it be swishing
This the remix so I know what she wishing

(Verse 2 – Trey Songz)
I hit it once and she want me to stroke again
I get it wet like a super soaker gun, I like it!
Now she looking for me like I’m on the run
She think I’m the one, say she finna cum
She gon bust it, she gon bust it, bust it, I know
When she s**k it, she don’t ever touch it, oh no, I like it!
She be screaming, Beat it up
Then she begging, Go soft
Then she tell me, Speed it up
Now she begging, No more
I go crazy on your spot
Tickle, tickle, lick a lot
Then she kiss the tippy top
Then it turn to slippy sloppy
Didn’t waste not a drop when she cop me
I got the juice, she let it splash on me, nasty
Know I’m the truth, ain’t gotta ask bout me

(Chorus – Trey Songz & Chris Brown)
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into shit cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just f**k in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a

(Verse 3 – Jhené Aiko)
Know you’ve been hoping and praying
Cause I’ve been right here and I heard every word you was saying
You’ve been complaining
Well who did it, baby? And do you need saving?
Well I’ll be your savior
From all of your exes that you’ve been regretting
You shouldn’t be sweating them
I can do you better
I’ll be your mothaf**king genie in a bottle
Rub me down, you can f**k me til tomorrow
Til the Sun come up, yeah
I’m granting all of your wishes
I ain’t nothing like none of these bi**hes
And I’ll have you wishing that I was your woman

(Verse 4 – Tory Lanez)
Oh it got realer
I cannot feel her
I know my ex bitch is tryna front, but don’t
No I’m not Tiller
Tell a ho I’m Godzilla
Monster in the wet wet, I kill it
Dope d**k, you better believe I sell it
Hit it so hard you believe I nailed it down
Hit it, but I held s**t down
You know I done held this s**t right down
All on the corner, go hustling on it
Just so I could take you out of town
They ain’t balling, baby, they be out of bounds
I just smoke that pu**y like I’m out an ounce
I can get that body tweaking for you, baby
You just keep it clean and squeaky for me, baby
You can tell by the way that a young ni**a treat you
Body so curvy in a dress that’s see through
Looking so good I’ll f**k you all in front of these people

(Chorus – Chris Brown)
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you are
We ain’t gotta rush into s**t cause being in love is too hard
I’m tired of all these flashing lights, girl we should just f**k in the dark
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah yeah yeah
Wishing that I was your ni**a, yeah
Once you let me in it, I’ma get to switching, different positions
Have that ass wishing that I was your ni**a

(Outro – DJ Drama & Chris Brown)
You wanna know what my wish was?
It’s for your wish to come true
It’s all I ever wanted
Wishing that I was your ni**a
Feels good, don’t it?
Wishing that I was your ni**a
Wish I was your
Keep wishing, I’ma keep granting
Wishing that I was your ni**a

(Intro – Juicy J)
Play me some pimping, mane

(Chorus – Kanye West & Juicy J)
And I’m ballin, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin, I
And I’m ballin, and I’m ballin
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle

(Verse 1 – Juicy J)
Let em all in
Let them fall in it
Let them play with all the dollars
Let them bathe in it
House so large, put a maze in it
I’m the type that take your chick out for lunch
In the middle of the White House lawn
Then switch up, start filming porn
Might tell the First Lady she can join
Do what I want when I want
Ni**a you can keep them two pennies
I got a tub so big you can come and take swimming lessons in it
Now I’m peeling off in a spaceship, with the ceiling
She just want to show her titties off
Carpet roll out, wanna hop off
Bout to hit the club like golf balls
Paparazzi tryna catch a ni**a off guard
Ni**a got me off the chain like guard dogs
Come on, dog
I’m too high, hot air balloon
All star, I’m on another planet
I just joined the fortune five hundred
Now I’m in the boardroom in pajamas

(Chorus – Kanye West & Juicy J)
And I’m ballin, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin, I
And I’m ballin, and I’m ballin
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle

(Verse 2 – Juicy J)
And I’m ballin
When you’re boss you don’t take s**t, you don’t call in
So fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin
Folks ain’t never gonna get it, I’ve been holding out long enough
Scratch that, now I’m on to something
Fuck that, I ain’t letting up
Cats gonna copy this s**t
They gonna wanna hold my awards
Poor lil Juicy J, this year I’m declaring war
F**k they upset with me for?
Shut up J and be a decoy
Who the f**k they thinking we are?
M-Town ride smoking blunts
We up, keep up, my chips, cheese puffs
That’s real dope
See us Gd up, money talks, speak up
Sleep, what for?
I get some rest when I croak
I want a new island to dock my new boat
I went to the action and bought me a chopper
Now I need a new helipad for my home

(Chorus – Kanye West & Juicy J)
And I’m ballin, I’m, I’m, and I’m ballin, I
And I’m ballin, and I’m ballin
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, off the glass
And I’m ballin, and one
And I’m ballin, blow the whistle

(Intro – Pimp C, Drake and Amber Rose)
Check, 1-2, 1-2, bi**h
You expensive, you know that?
I’m high maintenance a little bit but not in a
Not in a negative way
I just like extremely expensive things

(Verse 1 – Pimp C)
Foot off in their ass is what Ken told me
Ni**as like to play games cause they feel like they know me, they know me
You don’t know me, ni**a, I done changed, I done changed
So don’t be trying to be putting on s**t off in the game , game
This ain’t no motherf**king 91
We out here rapping for money you ni**as rapping for fun
I don’t f**k with nobody in this s**t but Bun
In this s&&t but Bun

(Pre Chorus – Drake]
You would think it’s all mine the way I took it
You would think it broke down the way I push it
You hate it when I coat things all in sugar
You want to hear the real talk, well, girl, who wouldn’t?

(Chorus) Drake]
Working, working, working, working, ain’t ya?
You don’t have no time to lay up
You just trying to be somebody
Fore you say you need somebody
Get all your affairs in order
I won’t have affairs, I’m yours, girl
Faithful, faithful, faithful, faithful

(Verse 2 – Drake)
You hit me like I know you’re there with someone else
That pu**y knows me better than I know myself
On my way from the studio so get undressed
Let’s do the things that we say on text
I want to get straight to the climax, straight straight to the
Have you coming all summer like a season pass
I want to turn you out like pitch black
Want to watch you do work while I sit back
Cause you talk like you got what I need
You talk like you got the juice and the squeeze
Talk like you bet it all on me
And you can’t take no L’s off me
I know you been

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – dvsn)
How far we go
Always seems to get better with time
Won’t you, outsmart me
Told me that your brain works better than mine
Tell me I should know you
I got to know you again
You want me to show you
I’m gonna show you again
Now we’re in the zone
Gon let me all in again
And now you’re coming over
Over and over and over and over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again
Now you’re coming over
Over and over again
Over and over again
You tell me I should know you
But I’ll get to know you again
And you want me to show you
I’m gonna show you again
When were in the zone you
Gon let me own it again
And now you’re coming over
Over and over and over and over and over again
Now you’re coming over
You’re coming over

(Verse 4 – dvsn)
I been on all the floors of your ego
Feel like I was slipping away
And you know that I ain’t gonna go, ain’t gonna go nowhere, nowhere
Cause some of these things never change, no, no
I know that you know, that you know, you know that’s it’s true
There’s a lot on my mind and you bother the times that I…with you
But we keep it way more way more than, way more than 100, we keep it 110
Show me what I gotta do

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge – dvsn)
And before you leave here, I need you to cum
And until you do babe , don’t you leave
Ain’t about me no more, need you to know
Tonight I’ll make sure, you cum before me
And before you leave here I need you to cum
But before you do don’t you leave
It ain’t about me no more need you to know
Make sure you, cum before me

(Verse 5 – dvsn)
Get you on top of me
We can do this still, probably
Get your hands in the air, do your hair back
You’re like a winning ticket off the lottery
But you don’t, yeah, you don’t want to start on me
Yeah, you don’t want to start with me
But you should, keep shaking that in front of me
She gotta be with the squad for me
You know, you know you gon get comfortable
On the….rug with me
And f**k with me
So if you really f**k with me
Cause I can see that you’re with….I know your snapchat
Let’s see these legs down
And it makes so much sense now, I need you to cum
Girl it makes so much sense now, told you to leave
You know that I’m gon make sure now, need you to know
Make sure, make sure cum before me
Make sure, make sure I need you to cum
Make sure, make sure told you to leave
You know I gotta make sure, gotta make sure (need you to know
Make sure, make sure um before me

(Verse 1)
They boarded up my favorite bar
The Frenchman lost his restaurant
And the secret alleys were rearranged
I woke one day and it had changed

(Chorus)
My city’s gone
My city’s gone
I lost another one

(Verse 2)
On forty-three, my heart once beat
On forty-five, I came alive
And there was a spirit, so young and free
It spoke to you, it spoke to me

(Chorus – Kanye West)
My city’s gone, my city, oh oh)
Oh no, my city’s gone, my city’s gone)
I lost another one

(Verse 3)
I met a man who coughed and swore
That it had been changing since it was born
That it was I and nothing more
From twenty three to thirty-four

(Chorus)
My city’s gone
My city’s gone
And I have to go
My city’s gone

(Outro)
I still found me back in the mall
I will not decline
Still feeling lost and nothing more
I feel lost in time
Does anybody happen to know, happen to know
Way after I’m
Still feeling lost and manageable
I say nothing’s right
Tell it all from the heart
I’m sitting out at the bar
Tell it all that I’m making my way

(Verse 1 – Frank Ocean)
I will always love you how I do
Let go of a prayer for ya
Just a sweet word
The table is prepared for you

(Chorus – Frank Ocean)
Wishing you godspeed, glory
There will be mountains you won’t move
Oh-oh-oh
Still I’ll always be there for you
Oh-oh-oh
How I do
I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world
You look down on where you came from sometimes
But you’ll have this place to call home, always

(Verse 2 – dvsn)
God has my soul but you have my heart
Will string to the end, that’s where we’ll start
And it’s a long way, you’re lost
I lose myself, I found you
You’re like kinda like I found you
Could you use that if I can’t guide you
That to me, I’ll be

(Chorus – Frank Ocean & dvsn)
Wishing you godspeed, glory
There will be mountains you won’t move
Oh-oh-oh
Still I’ll always be there for you
Oh-oh-oh
How I do
I let go of my claim on you, it’s a free world
You look down on where you came from sometimes
But you’ll have this place to call home, always

(Bridge – Kim Burrell)
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind
Until it’s time
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind
It’s til it’s time we die
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind

(Outro – Kim Burrell)
Oh-oh, ohhh
I’ll always love you
Until the time we die
Oh-oh, ohhh

(Intro)
(6, 6, 6)
That bi**h a boss, that bi**h a boss
Wop, 24, it’s Gucci, Wop

(Chorus – 24hrs)
40,000 on my neck
Bad bi**h around me not breast
Came out the mud, I’ve seen less
Seen your new bi**h, not impressed
Seen your new ride, not impressed
Seen your new house, not impressed
Seen your pay tab, not impressed
20 is just not impressed, no

(Verse 1 – 24hrs)
20 is fly as a pelican
20 got hoes that be telling him
20 put diamonds on shawty neck
20 gon swim in if shawty wet
She just wanna run up a dirty check
I might pop me a xanny next
She wanna peep on the dirty set
She wanna peep on the dirty set
Diamonds they drip and they water now
Waited my turn and I started now
The kush that I’m smoking is
The flight that we taking is private now
Diamond Louis is my bracelet
Piped that now they evasive
20 getting flied by the wasted
20 get white boy wasted

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Gucci Mane)
This s**t is unbearable, ni**as is pitiful
Don’t want a feature, you ni**as is miserable
Jewelry is terrible, jump up your visual
Know that you’re sick, go get a physical
Gucci the G, capital G
Watching your bi**h while the world watching me
Taping this chick while she s**king my d**k
And I love to show off so do you on my seat
Killing it, killing it, killing the P
You must have 10 million to kick it with me
Check out my specs, life is spectacle
Her brain is the best, so intellectual
I can’t help myself, I’m a heterosexual
My diamonds, my wardrobe is extraterrestrial
Four million dollars I spent on my neck
I seen what you rocking but I’m not impressed

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge – 24hrs)
I said baby what’s your favorite song? 24
She said 24 and Gucci Mane, Wop
I said baby what’s your favorite song? 24
She said 24 and Gucci Mane, Gucci

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro)
That bi**h a boss, that bi**h a boss
24, it’s Gucci, whew, whew, whew
20 is just not impressed, no

(Intro – Sample)
All of your life
Between heaven and hell
A great big fictitious game
to live, to know
Where to live is to know
your shames, your pains
All your shames and your pains
To be in such a plain old happiness
You are a special one
Cause you are a special one girl
And let nobody put you under

(Verse 1)
Go on and tell me that you’ll never leave me
Tell me you need me
If you believe me
And you know that I ain’t never cheated
And if I did then I didn’t mean it
Girl I’m just playing there ain’t no reason
To make you feel like you ain’t the meaning

(Chorus)
So go let all your friends know
This one things so special

(Bridge)
And all nowadays
I, I say this often
Multiple sources
There’s always options
They want to be you
You see them loving
Trying to get a detail
All the above and

(Chorus)
Go let all your friends know
This one things so special
So go let all your friends know
We got something, something, something

(Verse 2)
If they come looking for me lie lie lie baby, lie baby
And if they take me out tonight night baby
Don’t cry cry baby
Just ride for me, ride for me
You said you’d die for me
Kill for me, kill for me
Just keep it real with me

(Chorus)
Go let all your friends know
This one things so special
So go let all your friends know
We got something special

(Verse 3)
Girl you know how I get down
You know how we ride on the east side of town
Can’t even lie right now
Got me looking in your eyes when the guys around
And I love you lying down
But it take more than that to try and turn a lion down

(Chorus)
Go let all your friends know
This one things so special
Go let all your friends know
I think that you’re

(Outro)
I think one day I’ll love you
And I’ll need you
Baby I love you
I do, I do, I do
Let nobody put you under

(Pre Chorus)
I was always right and you know now
You was always wrong and you know now
Look at where my life just went
Look where you still is
I know you feel this, yeah
I was tryna help you out
But, I got no time to help you now
Look at where my life just went
Look where you still is
I know you feel this

(Chorus)
Cause I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
You know that I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
Yeah I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
Look where you still is
I know you feel this
Cause I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
You know that I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
Yeah I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
Look where you still is
I know you feel this

(Verse 1)
I need b’s that’s why you see me getting a buzz
My ex coming after me like Mexican does
If Heaven’s above and Hell is below
Where am I living?
Table full of legends, I see
Where am I sitting?
I’m out your life, but I’m still in your search bar
Still humble still riding in my first car
Took me 10 years to get here, I work hard
From a basement
Now I’m an all around the world star
Supported my dreams till my dreams supported me
I’m looking at views that you don’t see till 43
I’m half they age but twice as paid, this the good life
A bad chick doesn’t always mean a good night
Heavy bars with light hooks so it seems pop
Lately they only want my responses for the screenshots
Upgraded to a Rollie from a G-Shock
The Alchemist, Napoleon Hill mixed with Deepak

(Repeat Pre Chorus & Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Looking at the type of views a camera can’t capture
The girls coming quick but the money coming faster
Red carpet treatment for yourself and whoever you with
Any girl you want the answers yes whoever you pick
Cause you popping now
You’re a come up
My homies look like security so think before you run up
I’m one of few who did it their way
Taking over airwaves
5 course meals and lay flats on my airplanes
Your dream girl sending I miss you texts
I fly her out cause I miss that I miss you sex
Then I fly her back home
She a Florida state Seminole
Cause I got bands lined up like a festival
All over the world and I brought my mom with me
Just to say thank you and make her happy I spend 50
Ex’s best friends now I don’t give a f**k
I don’t gotta get revenge
My life does that enough

(Repeat Pre Chorus & Chorus)

(Intro – Chief Keef)
Yeah, Sosa, Soulja
Yeah, Sosa, Soulja

(Chorus – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
I’m up now
Riding round with the choppers right now

(Verse 1 – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, I’m up now
Lean got me stuck now, stuck now
Pulling up like what now? What now?
Two hands up, touchdown, touchdown
Baby drop that ass down
I’m counting this cash now
Floating on a pound of loud
Speaker beating so loud
Turnt up, can’t turn me down
Piped up in the city, send a hundred rounds
In that Forgiato and I’m skrting through the town
Chopper bang like a gang sign
Lotta money coming and you know I’m getting it all the time
Badass bi**h with some thick thighs
Yellow bone bi**h with some red eyes
Hit it from the back
All I see is matte black paint on my llac
Smoking on dope, man and I’m serving packs
Posted in the trap with that 100 round strap

(Chorus – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
I’m up now
Riding round with the choppers right now
I’m up now, I’m up now
Riding with the chopper and the Draco right now
Riding with the .345 right now

(Verse 2 – Chief Keef)
I’m riding with this big ass Draco right now
Know Young Jeezy bi**h bite down
I got a logo made and got it iced out
I got that bi**h wet, bring the rice out
I’m sipping, cannabis, pouring up some mix
Bi**h I’m in this foreign going special ed
You can catch these shells, while I catch the bread
I got these 762s put em in your head
I got a Fendi bag full of cash
I got a closet, that’s full of swag
Hit the bank now
With the re-up deal, smoking weed your honor
Bang bang, bang bang
What you smoking on? You ain’t smoking loud ni**a
Got a fat chopper, shoot it at the crowd ni**a
Enough weed on me to pass around ni**a
Yeah I’m a Yung Joc cause it’s going down ni**a
Cops pull me over, I was full of smoke, woah
Ask me if I’m drunk and I said, oh no
I’m from the streets I don’t rock with popos
I got my own going if you want smoke

(Chorus – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
I’m up now
Riding round with the choppers right now
I’m up now, I’m up now
Riding with the chopper and the Draco right now
Riding with the .345 right now