Tag: DM

[Verse 1]
I know we haven’t really talk
And we don’t know, it’s getting long
But you got what I like, you got what I like
I know you got choices all in your DM
Brand new niggas tryna be a new friend
I got what you like

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I’m calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We’re doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like

[Chorus]
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe

[Verse 2]
You might let them take you out
But you still come home and get me with they waited for
Me what they paying for
‘Cause I know your body
You just talking to them ’cause baby, I’m not around
Baby I’m out of town
I know we got differences
But we agree on this everytime

[Pre-Chorus]
Until you find some brand new
Gotta stick to what you used to
Girl you know I’m calling for you
Pull up, you know imma come thru
Until you find some new
No, no, nothing wrong
We’re doing what we do what we use to, babe
I got what you like

[Chorus]
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
But you know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe
Do you like I do you, babe
‘Cause baby you my bad habit
You know I ain’t mad at it
‘Cause can nobody love you, babe

[Outro]
Woo, yeah
Ah, ah
Oh yeah, woo
Until you find some…

Lyrics Netnobody – Bend the knee

Took an L, but turned my losses into learning
In the end I’m earning, sub count f*cking turning
Feel like Jake Paul with the Team 10
Got KSI f*cking swinging, leaking the unfinished
b*tch feeling threatened, diss tracks have no end
Diss tracks are passion, diss tracks are true friend
b*tch took the bait watching my views climb
While I masturbate, b*tches hate
You can stay mad while I stay the same
Why stay in my lane? I own the whole street
I’ll pick up the mic, b*tch you’ll bow at my feet.(bend the knee)

Bend the knee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the knee, tame your ego. (x2)

Whether you like it or not, you’re dragging my a*s to the #1 spot
I do this s**t without second thought
‘Cause I got talent in case you forgot
What did I say? “b*tch took the bait”
You clowned on yourself by reacting to memes
Have you ever been trolled? Your s**t don’t affect me
Watch my subs soar, my dick gets erecty
I’m perfecty, you deflecty
If you value music, you’d show respect G
Your ego’s massive, beat off to diss tracks
This s**t’s real sad that your ego’s fragile
Tell me this J, is it a diss if we’re both being played?
Is it a diss if I’m dissing myself versuri-lyrics.info
Too dumb to realize, with me there’s no L’s
I’ve been retired, you’re bringing me back
KSI is saviour, Jesus is back
You’re proving me right with every clapback
Your heart’s in the mic? Nah, your heart’s on the racks
The bait’s been there since the very first tweet
KSI, Lord and saviour gave me money to eat
The bait’s been there since the very first tweet
KSI, Lord and saviour gave me money to eat.

Took an L, but turned my losses into learning
In the end I’m earning, sub count f*cking turning. (x2)

Bend the kneeee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the kneeee, tame your ego. (x2)

What did I say in the first song?
Rip of your mask, KSI’s gone
Nothing has changed, you didn’t learn s**t
Acting deranged for millions of kids
Pirate my song, boys acting goofy
Didn’t you cry when they pirate your movie?
Stealing my song, my unfinished work
You needed a track boy, you know DM’s work.

Bend the kneeee, call you Jon Snow
Bend the kneeee, tame your egooo. (x2)
Netnobody lyrics
Video knee

[Verse 1: Locksmith]
For every label they wasn’t able to place on me
For every second they second guessed & embraced phony
Niggas pitch to him every stitch is a bitch to unthread
Deeply woven, they chose to switch it as they stone me
The same Stoic & hopeless look you look upon is looked and pawned off by defeatists since we were Fetus’
They feed us nothing but left-overs; I stepped over with stilts and rebottled the same Milk you once wept over
Expect nothing & no one will work as hard as you do
So I’m confused when these niggas call me & stress over
Shit they should’ve corrected before they started
They beggin’ for my advice, but I’m focused on my success forward
Every mistake that I ever made was a growth point
I understand the bruise that you take when fall & don’t point
The finger or the blame on another person that’s striving to
Want others to ride, but have no idea where you drivin’ to
Surprised a few, but The System here is not sufficient
The candidates just can’t negate my suspicions
Cause regardless of Race, Gender, Religion
Rapper’s co-signing a Politician is still a Politician
And the problem isn’t what most discovered
Instead of complainin’ I started workin’ while most would suffer
And stopped chasin’ thirsty Journalist who secretly wanna be bigger than the Artists they supposed to cover
Am I supposed to cover my ears? Turn a blind eye when noone can find why the fine line has lost most its buffer
The whole structure and foundation has crumbled
If you go againt the grain they accuse you of not being humble
Should I play it subtle? Not a chance
Pretend help from these niggas became a common stance
I had to look at myself distinct
Expect to sink if you ever think they’ll extend an Olive Branch

[Verse: 2 Locksmith]
Yeah… Fuck it

I got a message from this Rapper in my Inbox. It started well
I responded with gratitude & respect
When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, that’s when it turned stale
Then he attacking my character in his text
I know
You can’t expect to please everybody
They ain’t satisfied til they see you bleed from your body
I can patronize or honestly speak about it
If I have to lie I’d rather leave than keep the shroud up
For 4 years I did nothing at all
Suffocated by Self-Hatred; I externally thawed
Dropped some bars, disappeared
Write songs that you’d never hear
Then my girl got in her ear, told me "Get on your job"
Fuck it
My Mothers’ gone
I might as well if I can write it well
I can slide the scale & tip it my way
Every night I wailed
But I failed to commit; The surface was cold
And sacrificed what we had built for my personal goals
I tried to get back on the track I lagged on, but whether in that storm proved to be the straw on the Camel’s back that we stacked on
Will it snap? Or am I strong enough to pass on these bitches I reply through DM & double-tap on
Now tack on the fact that I’m tryin’ to complete this album
More focused with details while they more concerned with volume
How then do you explain my resilience to spit?
In other words, I was built for this shit
My nigga, this is me

[Skit: Dave East, Friend, Hater #1, Hater #2]
Yo what up, what’s cracking with you two niggas?
I heard y’all niggas ain’t get no ass last night?
Fuck outta here, my nigga
I got all the hoes nigga
My DM is crazy, nigga
Fuck is you talking about?
Bet you was DM’ing last night
Heard you my nigga what the screen name then?
Fuck outta here
Heard you nigga
Who this pullin’ up?
It look like the East nigga, hold up
Watch this nigga, hold up
Yooo!
Yo what’s up, my niggas?
Dave East, sup, nigga
Ahhhhhhh
This nigga in Harlem right here
What’s cracking, boy
What’s cracking, boy
Sup, nigga, what’s up
Court side, first game
I ain’t gon’ front, my nigga
This shit crazy right now for a nigga
Lil baby girl out there too, she’s beautiful
What you doing for moms and pops, bro
Niggas ain’t doin’ that
What you doin’ for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy
I got to put on
It’s Harlem, baby
One of the last real niggas left
Nowhere in the world
This nigga got 10 chains on, boy
That shit crazy
Let niggas hold something
You out here, 10 chains on and shit
Oh these are some light shit I just got
I just picked this shit up this morning
That boy bus man
You can’t share with the hood, baby, what’s up?
I just picked this shit up this morning, man
Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks
I ain’t gon’ front, I didn’t even bring none of that shit back with me
Y’all good tho?
Everybody straight?
I’m ’bout to spin, I got some shit to do later
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to come out
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to drop
I got the "Paranoia" song, I already got that
Y’all niggas be cool
Y’all niggas be cool
Yo where Nas at?
Where Nas at tho?
Where Nas at bro?
He’s good in Harlem
Yo tell him come through, bro
That’s love, man
I can’t believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man
We came a long way
Love, man, it’s crazy
Can’t believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, mean
Fuck you mean, nigga
Listen, man, listen, man
Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro
I ain’t gon’ front I don’t even know if that nigga from Harlem
Niggas ain’t got love for him
He be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?
On some real shit
How did he meet him?
When you see the nigga out here shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga
All that 30 shit, man, I ain’t with that shit, my nigga
This my block, nigga
Fuck that 30 shit, nigga
Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live
That’s the most he can do
I know he better put on for the hood
I got my lil’ homie, my lil’ homie
My lil’ nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga
So if he don’t put on for my lil’ nigga, you know what time it is
Keep it cool
He know what it is
I swear he do
I swear
Nigga don’t come through no type of crazy way
Man I seen that protect too, need that joint
Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro
Like this nigga is not like that
You know I keep my shit on me 24/7
Shit got me hot, bro
Fuck this nigga
I ain’t say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here
Y’all niggas was going crazy
Saying he ain’t like that
Man, fuck that, let’s get this nigga next time he pull up
Heard niggas, bro
Heard niggas, bro
If y’all really feel like that
Keep that same energy when you see niggas, we keep it cool, bro, that’s all it is, like
You know how that shit go
We gon’ see them
Slap fire from this nigga, for real

[Hook: Ella Mai]
You don’t ever hit me, up, up, up
Why you think I give no fucks
Fucks, fucks naah
How come you don’t pick me?
I got options couldn’t wait on you
Sleeping or stayed awake on you
Up
How come you don’t hit me?
Thinkin’ that my world would change for you
Tables turned, I’m running games on ya
Trust, cause you don’t ever hit me

[Verse 1: Chip]
I admit that I’m a prick at times
Sorry if I make you sick at times
I’ve been switching countries, switching lines
Playing for me, now you’re switchin’ sides
Had a couple lovers there for you
Waiting for you, while you cared for me
On the ends you’re hearing bare stories
Leave the bed and you don’t hear from me
Tell me where you think you’re going?
Helped you know yourself, you know it
Feeling things and never show it
Feelings growing, now you’re going
I’ve been drinking round in holy smokes
This ain’t how it really goes
You’re the one I felt to phone

[Hook: Ella Mai]
You don’t ever hit me, up, up, up
Why you think I give no fucks
Fucks, fucks naah
How come you don’t pick me?
I got options couldn’t wait on you
Sleeping or stayed awake on you
Up
How come you don’t hit me?
Thinkin’ that my world would change for you
Tables turned, I’m running games on ya
Trust, cause you don’t ever hit me

[Verse 2: Chip]
All the years amount to nothing
Going nowhere, why you rushing
Buff as fuck your DM’s poppin’
I’ll still be here when you drop him
Praying you get back
How am I fronting on you
He’s got nothing on me
She’s got nothing on you
Chillin’ with my dons I’m lean, I’m thinking of you
Sleeping with me thinking that I’m sleeping on you
But now I’m open for discussion
You took the gamble, I was bluffin’
I guess I wasn’t with the cuffin’
I’ve been drinking round in holy smokes
This ain’t how it really goes
Cause you’re the one I’m suppose to phone

[Hook: Ella Mai]
You don’t ever hit me, up, up, up
Why you think I give no fucks
Fucks, naah
How come you don’t pick me?
I got options couldn’t wait on you
Sleeping or stayed awake on you
Up
How come you don’t hit me?
Thinkin’ that my world would change for you
Tables turned, I’m running games on ya
Trust, cause you don’t ever hit me

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
All the same
I can see myself falling
I don’t change, I took all your bullshit away
All I ever needed was some honesty
That good lovin’
Why you wanna complicate the simple things?
Everything you said you’d do
He’s doing it
And that’s what makes you call me up
With your fake laugh
That you believe, you’re good enough for
I can see myself falling
I love what your sayin’, hypnotized

[Hook: Ella Mai]
You don’t ever hit me, up, up, up
Why you think I give no fucks
Fucks, fucks naah
How come you don’t pick me?
I got options couldn’t wait on you
Sleeping or stayed awake on you
Up
How come you don’t hit me?
Thinkin’ that my world would change for you
Tables turned, I’m running games on ya
Trust, cause you don’t ever hit me

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

Lyrics Gucci Mane – I get the bag

Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek.

Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that f*cks in the bed don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
B***h I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my b***h she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break in the ..
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a ..
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
f*ck on that b***h then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular
I got a bag on my cellular
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
.. 20 m’s on my schedule.

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!) versuri-lyrics.info
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek.

I know that you niggas get sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and ride to ..
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay you nigga to drive for me.
..
I do what I want ‘cause I’m ..
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag and cut it in half
.. makin’ me laugh neither we’ve
My dick did the cash
Convertible .., convertible ..
My dope got a vertical .. look at that house
And I jump out the pot came out the jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby.

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got a*s, and she gon’ f*ck up a bag
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash
In Italy, got two foreign h**s, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleekkk.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video bag

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 1]
I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me
I’m hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah
Fuck his tied ass, fuck that nigga, he ain’t shit
Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I’m a real nigga, I don’t pillow talk ’bout niggas
He heard rumors ’bout her fuckin’ on that, he said he gon’ kill her
I heard rumors he gon’ spazz out if he ever see me with her
This no rumor, come the right way ’cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon’ make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business
How you gon’ try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn’t no witness
How you gon’ say you my dog
But you fuckin’ off with the enemy
How you gon’ say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 2]
How you gon’ say you don’t care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch
How you gon’ say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up
But on the net talkin’ tough
Gon’ let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I don’t let it faze me, why you mad? I never understood why
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz?
Or should I be green, play some get back with her
Fuck her friend, make her mad, ayy
Why you playin’? if we don’t catch you we send shots at your mans
Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan
I thought she was smart, she couldn’t play her part
I had to pay her some’
Bitch you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon’ put a new ass on you

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

Lyrics Yungen – Bestie

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When I’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that I’m creeping’ to your house
Finally versuri-lyrics.info
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Yo, I got notes, I get paid (get dough)
I really had Maddison in a fucking Addison Lee
Took her to the Radisson
Spent about three
She don’t even know my real name
She ask for – D
Her friend yeah, pree dem a pree
She got wasteman on her case that be spending the P
She can’t believe that I fucked her for free
Jewels on, you know me
Hey girl, Hey girl
What’s good? What’s good?
Where you from? (the hood)
Yeah woulda thought I was ace, the way I was giving her wood
She knew I was paid full from the jug.

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Yo, let me show you the wave?
Pretty boy fam, I take her boys babes
Sweet body, wanna know like I’m Dave
They don’t wanna see my yellow face turn up in a Wraith
Man it’s fucked up
I see most my old tings loved up
Don’t make me slide in the DM’s with a lovestruck
Yeah, I know they love this young buck
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got them on lock, but I got the key
They block me on insta, so I can’t pree
Man I’ll come and take their wife away
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got them on lock, but I got the key
They block me on insta, so I can’t pree
But now I’ll come and take their wife away.

I tell her she my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh la la)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

She my bestie, bestie, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m juggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most now.

Bonnie and Clyde, I love how we ride
Pulled up on her with those suicides (skrrt)
You know I kill it, many boys keep strippin’
We can kick it for hours, hoe get the boot by the minute
I tell her footwork, footwork
When you do her, do her
You know your bodies crazy but that minds on business
I’m what you want, not what you need
When you ask me, “What are we?”

You my bestieee, bestieee, she my bestie (that’s right)
They say we’re too friendly, friendly, we’re too friendly (no lie)
You know I make time for we (ohh lala)
When i’m druggin’, I’m finished, she know that i’m creeping’ to your house
Finally (ooh la la)
We’re keeping it lowkey but these days you’re doing the most nowww.
Yungen lyrics
Video Yungen

[Verse 1: Lou Phelps]
It’s ’bout 10 PM, bruh’s in my DM
Talking ’bout a house party at the Gatrien
I had time to think, got dishes in the sink
Mama wouldn’t let a nigga step out of the house
Although she was asleep passed out on the couch
I think it’s my time to bounce
Put on the flashiest shoes that a nigga could find
Don’t say nothing to me, it’s my time to shine
Um, I reminisce about my sexy chick
But a brother needed to nut, so it didn’t mean shit
Usually they teach you about the birds and the bees
We squirrels in high school, something like high siege, um
Guess who’s here, look who’s there
I used to be the man way back in the day
To get down was my thing, that’s what they would say
Next morning go to church, repent sins and pray
Me and this baby had an unholy union
Locking eyes ever since I was a junior
I took it that she didn’t want to be seen
Now shorty’s with me, so I’m living the dream
Um, started feeling freaky vibrations
My pocket held the information
So I pulled out my phone, got 12 missed calls
Mama after me but I don’t give a what

[Hook: Lou Phelps]
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)

[Interlude: Lou Phelps]
As I was walking in snowy December
Thinking about my shorty
And all the bumping and grinding we gonna do
My mama kept calling, I wasn’t tryna answer
I ain’t even make it to the house party yet
Innanet James called me to tell me how his night went

[Verse 2: Innanet James]
Let’s end the night in reverse, it’s like 6 AM
Just crept in, crepes so my mom stepped in
With a plan with the wood floors, did what they good for
Creep fucked the creep up, y’all back to 5
Whip full of women asking what I done to the time
I said a diner, she said "Nah, vagina is fine"
So an hour after that, and that was all I could tell
In hotels, struggling when we rolled that three
An hour later, I feel like Cheech
Felt like I believed I could fly for the moment
Two in the morning, bottle right beside me, open
Take it to the head, like fuck it
[?]
But it’s fine, I ain’t gotta drive or love it
My eyes is bloody
Mary I ain’t hide or nothing
What a time to be alive, eyes back to woman
My cousin’s calling often, like "Let’s kick it"
Kick back at mine, full of fine Harvishire women
Can I kick it? Yes I can, like Messi
Kick it like Ed, like Edd, like Eddy
Said I hit your phone, I was leap year ready
We was gon’ ride out, honeycomb hide out
Mama said "Honey, get home before the lights out"
And that was my night, and it was alright

[Hook: Lou Phelps]
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)
What time is it? (oh yeah)
What time is it? (I don’t care)

[Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw?
Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh baby, I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I’m the only young nigga who’s poppin’ that
Got it jumpin’ out the heat there like who coppin’ that?
New G Wagon got her braggin’, put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she don’t holla back, woo, woo, copy that
Cuffin’, I’ve been cuffin’
Chanel bags like it’s nothin’, and she love them
Her last nigga, he was bluffin’, she said, "Fuck him"
He let that go, I’m like, "He buggin’," now she thuggin’ with a real one
I’ve been ballin’ on you ’cause you smart and loyal
All my homies know me best, they say I’m fallin’ for you
And that box be slippery like tryna walk on oil
And I’ll be there long as you there when I be callin’ for you, facts

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, you can get whatever you want, whatever you need
Got a one way flight ’cause I ain’t lettin’ you leave
We ain’t fuck first night, had me beggin’ you please
But you love when I’m beggin’, you told me get on my knees
And I ate it, we got faded
You said, "Put some Tory Lanez on" and I played it
In Philly, we say you the main joint and we save it
Finally got a rich nigga, baby, you made it
Long as you hold me down, you know that it’s goin’ down
Be there when I turn around and I’ll turn your world around
I had to tone it down ’cause you made me slow it down
But I got you open now, so I’m ’bout to show you now, show you now

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
What makes you think that I would try to run a game on you?
Just as sure as my name is Dolla, I’ll be there for you and I’ll
Treat you just like a queen and give you fine things
You’ll never have to worry ’bout another in your place, so believe me when I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
Whatever you need, babe
Listen to your heart, baby

Lyrics RiceGum – God Church

I was broke but I’m living in the hills now
I was crazy but this ice made me chill out
No 20’s, I need blue on my bills
I’m not like Kylie Jenner, everything I got is real now
When I’m out, you be staring like a sightseer
I will not call her baby, I’m not like Bieber
I don’t ever give an F like a nice teacher
f*ck it, I’m just keeping it 100 like a high fever
Thought I told you that you need to go and wash your face
You’re 17, she’s 21 you trying to catch a case
DM after DM you was trying to take me on a date
Go vlog stop rapping trying to ride the f*cking wave (splash)
They used to hate, tell me that I wasn’t going far
Look at me now I be pullin up in foreign cars
Which one versuri-lyrics.info
B***h I cannot pick one
He said it’s the rari or the range or the big one (Aye)
Y’all ain’t, really doing much
Nah y’all ain’t cool with us
Hate on me you f*cked up in the head, like Supercuts
I’m in the hills just Uber up
I’m not paying I do enough
Your girl like Blac Chyna, ’cause all she wanna do is f*ck.(god church)

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like who.

Shut yo a*s up
Go and get your cash up
She done got ran through
Magcon
Smashed up
Your man gave you followers don’t know why you gassed up
I’m running with the subs and the views you can’t catch up
Used to be a big fan I’m your f*ckin idol
Hit me up tried to link but I’m not a bio
Can’t rap like those blonde brothers from Ohio
Now I got em all doing songs trynna take my style (Aye)
Money talks yeah my money gets annoying (Aye!)
Juice digger chase the clout from your boyfriend (Aye!)
B***h I got more plugs than modem (Aye!)
I got carrots in my ice like a snowman (Aye!)
How you gonna let your girl have a better verse
That’s your girl? She a stick, she ain’t got curves
She a hoe yeah You fell into the thot curse
Dropped merch and it’s selling like a god church.

Ouu
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me, I don’t know, I’m like “who?”
Said I cashed out from last song it’s true
And yeah I just spent your whole rent on some shoes
I hit the club and I’m leaving with two
Verified cuz all these checks that I blue
Your girl on the track she sound better than you
Someone dissed me I don’t know I’m like whooo.
RiceGum lyrics
Video Church

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Verse]
Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall while in the clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my heart, have a lovely day
Money any way, fuck who in the way
[?] just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome for me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it silent
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Bridge]
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Verse]
Break down Swishers with my thumb
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
You not the only one who got a gun
Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
Back against the wall I learned to clutch
Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I know how to die, when there’s homicide
I could suicide diving out the plane
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
Everything I gave, never gave away
Did it out my hard, have a lovely day
Money any way, fuck who in the way
[?] just got a DM from me
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome with me
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it [?]
Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

[Bridge]
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (Goddamn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin’ so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uh uh
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb’ I’mma crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin’ Xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a Perc, kinda nauseous
50 pointer shit colossus
Hey, with this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’mma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick me wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin’ like knee pads
Flexin’ my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin’ it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin’ my wrist in the glass (Whippin’ it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl corner
Had to bring out that bag
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my off whites
Blue cheese in my off whites
(Uhh, uhh)
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

Lyrics 2 Chainz – Blue Cheese

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, b*tch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head versuri-lyrics.info
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your b*tch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uhh!

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? s**t colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad b*tches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high.

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
f*cking on b*tches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag.

50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She f*ck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and b*tches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your b*tch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs.

When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites.

Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got thereee.
2 Chainz lyrics
Video cheese

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 2: Offset]
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Bridge: Quavo (2 Chainz)]
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)

[Outro]
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

[Che Ecru]
20 on the gas
And I’m on my way
Know I wanna smash
Baby, but you still gon’ play
Tell me what you want
Let me take you out
Flirting all night baby
What you really bout
I dont really mind staying inside
You told me come through
And you still playing shy, still playing shy
Let me tell you one more time
Baby girl I ain’t your ex
I ain’t gonna lock your phone
I dont want to read your text
I just wanna do what you want
Baby tell me what is good
Saying how you wanna be a freak
And I kinda wish you would
So don’t be mad if I move on, don’t be mad if I move on
Imma hit you with a "who this?"
Like I got a new phone
Imma give you one chance
Cause I’m already booked up
I can see your next text saying that you kinda wish we hooked up, hooked up
DM to PM FaceTime to the morn
I’m losing sleep cause you don’t know what you want (yeah)
Always wanna know what I’m doing baby, even though you don’t wanna be down
(oh)

Girl – don’t – you

[Hook]
Play with me
Let me know if you want me, cause I want you on me
Girl don’t play with me
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Let me know if you want me, cause I want you on me
Don’t play with me
Let me know if you want me cause I want you on me
Girl don’t play with me
Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Let me know if you want me, cause I want you on me
Oh

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 1]
Good girl turned into a boss bitch
You could called it corrupted
I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
And I didn’t even touch it
I ain’t even holler
I think she would wanna suck my collar
Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
That’s my navy blue Phantom
And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
And I can chase these girls
[?]
Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 2]
Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
Pressa finna skip his life through college
[?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
She the type to have her friends jealous
Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
You can save it for the guys on the friends list
She so bad got me in the girls change room
She so bad might just get me suspended
She the type to have a nigga rent it
But I never ever took it offensive
Pressa more realer than authentic
Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
Trust a bitch never thought for a second
So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that Yum Sauce
She got that dome sauce, now take your Uggs off
Now take your bun off, now get me unsoft

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hola, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I been bout cappin’ and it’s R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna pop the percocet
I think she geekin’, yeah she liked my recent
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, TLC, she creepin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 1]
Too many nights to remember
So many girls, I can’t count
Can’t keep track of these adventures
What has become of me now?
I thought each one was special
Oh, who am I kidding?
Why do the things feel so good?
That are so forbidden, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling all kinds of pressure
My momma wants another grandchild
Can’t say I’m not making the effort
But these women keep calling me out
I guess I’m losing this battle
Oh, I’d be trippin’
Why do things that feel so good?
Put me in this position, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down (settle down)
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still (I’m still)
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Bridge]
Goes down way too many times in my DM
Gave me way too many signs, I ain’t see them
I just hope that I ain’t too late
I just hope that I ain’t sealed my fate
Oh baby, can I, can I pick it up?
Can I get back the love?
I really want to change my life
Girl, there’s nothing that I want more now
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
I got money now, now

[Verse 1: Nines]
Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
Them man are still preppin’ D’s
Come through with my neck on freeze
I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
Them rappers can’t keep up with me
Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
Anywhere I go then gang go
Always wanted a penthouse
Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
Now I’m on the rise
BMT, most the city love me just for being me
I went Africa, see niggas starve
Felt bad comin’ home business class
I make six figures every summer drought
Way before rap, I had one foot out
They don’t know how long I put ground work in
Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

[Bridge]
We gon’ make it out the ends one day
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
Look at where I come from
Shit’s so real, real, real

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them

[Verse 1]
Police pat me down them bands all on me
Molly, purple drank is all that I need
Come get your bitch cause she dancing on me
I remember these bitches were laughing at me
Now she sucking, fucking, clapping for me
Hit me, DM, told she was a fan
I was nobody when I made "The Man"
Now when these bitches see me, know who I am
His bitch looking I think she a flirt
Owls inside my shoes and XO my shirt
Diss me once and you’ll be dead on the first
I’m staying clean but my squad doing dirt
I’m staying clean, let my squad do the dirt
Hating on me cause they can’t get a verse
Summertime, shitting on you in a ‘vert
My diamonds are water I’m smoking on Earth
‘Member my mama told me I’m the worst
When the check come in she seeing it first
Buy her a house, I’mma buy her a purse
Looking for handouts, don’t get on my nerves
You telling lies, I’m a man of my word
And your wifey just hit me but she getting curved
I’m wearing brand names that you never heard
How to get money, you never gon’ learn

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Verse 2]
Yeah I love LA
Met a baddie from the Bay
Suck and fuck all day
But she can’t call me bae
Smoking weed all day
In Beverly I stay
The weather got me feeling so good
That I put the Xans away
Started from the bottom
I just dropped the top
She want the molly, yeah I got ’em
His bitch gave me top
My shooter got a mop
Deading all your talks
I love getting stoned
My watch is full of rocks
She say "Nav, why you so hood?"
She don’t know about the Rex
Had to tell my squad to clean it up
I don’t wanna make a mess
Body coming home, he gon’ beat the case
So you know he know what’s next
Fucking up a check
Diamonds dancing on my neck

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Intro Part 1: Mike Tyson]
And life is all about a bluff
It’s almost like playing cards, like
I’d say it’s moreso than um, I’d say moreso than I’d say shooting dice
You know, because, you could change dices and stuff
But they can’t, they hard, they can’t mold
You know what I mean you just shooting, you shooting
Cards could bend, cards could bend like life
Us and life, we can bend
And even though we had a bad hand, that don’t mean we gon lose the fucking game

[Intro Part 2: Skyzoo]
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
Go ahead and not to it
I swear all the content is relatable, I swear
Just let it play it’s course
Okay

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Winning be the only thing they know you for
And then everything changes like you Okafor
And you playing your role and keeping hold of what they hold you on
Remind ’em what they know until they know you gone
Like do believe it, let your memory lock in
Like when locking the door soon as top become the topic
And she take all that off seeing how roomy the drop is
And I just want you all to feel the aura of the logic
We can keep this shit honest, we all about a profit
And I’m all kinda in love with the shit, like it’s a problem
’cause I seen how that problem, stood up on top of problems
Down for the count, I counted down and said "yo I’m in"
Til I’m in, a 911 Porsche without a 911 call
Round my way they go together like you rocking up a yard
And if the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get a kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Swear it’s like I’m Bleek Gilliam on the bridge hitting the trumpet
Playing "Sing Soweto" in repetition for comfort
Know I sing for payrolls, but stuck on how you dub it
Like if ever you should share this and it puts out a discussion
There’s a part of me that wants it to be everything that matters
Then there’s part of me that grew up where you win off whipping batter
But this don’t even matter, like why should we pretend
But if it came back up, then how should we begin?
In the thought of the greatest, with a story as vital
But when you get to aiming then they say you hit your rivals
I’m just aiming at making this shit here last forever
‘Least a Wu X, and returning a DM from a joint that’s Lisa Wu sketch
Do it how they taught us when they had us in the pocket
Said the aim will come in handy when they get away from logic
If the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get the kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
You can still nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it

(Hahaha, J.S.)

Man, tell me who’s this pretty young thing
Popping up all over the ground
I could see we got a couple same friends
And we from the same city
My, oh, my, now you just my type
With them lips like Kylie, so fine
E’rry post, gon’ give it that like
‘Til she notice

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

Man, now I’m creeping up in her DM
And I hope she ain’t got a boyfriend
‘Cause, girl, I really want a chance
To get to know you better
And, I, know if you give me the greenlight
Everything’s gon’ be alright
Like two stars way up in the sky
We’re so fly-y-y

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline
(Let me get it)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

(I just wanna know you real bad) Bad
(Can I pick you up, meet your dad?) Dad

(Eyy, eyy. Bro, I can’t do this. This is too lit)
(Haha, B-I-N-G-O)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school (Yeah)
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O