Tag: Jordan

[Couplet 1 : Nuttea]
Pôle Emploi, c’est pas son truc
Elle veut se lancer dans la musique
Ne pas taffer pour un SMIC
Elle rêve de gloire et d’Amérique
D’avoir des fans et du fric
Du crédit dans les émissions grand public (pathétique)
Cours de chant, cours de danse
Diététique à outrance
Question : du talent, est-ce qu’elle en a ?
Le public le dira
Elle, elle attend son heure
Et, comme le dit son producteur :

[Refrain : Nuttea]
"Si tu bouges comme Rihanna, ça va
Tu chantes comme Rihanna, ça va
T’es gaulée comme Rihanna, ça va"

[Couplet 2 : Taïro & Nuttea]
Il est beau gosse, il le sait
Sûr de son succès
Jean’s Slim et Jordan
V’là le tombeur de ces dames
Elle l’a vu au coin d’la rue
Son cœur s’est arrêté de battre
Elle était toute émue, comme égarée
À la vue du bel [?homme?], bien sûr
Elle veut tenter sa chance
Et, peu importe, elle se lance (évidemment)
Lui, bien sûr, la remarque
Et [XXX] dans un parc
Il se la joue séducteur
Elle sent battre son cœur
Lui, comme un bon vieux renard
Lui glisse à l’oreille sans égard

[Refrain : Nuttea]
"Si tu bouges comme Rihanna, ça va
Tu chantes comme Rihanna, ça va
T’es gaulée comme Rihanna, ça va"

[Coupet 3 : Taïro]
Quelques années de mariage
Et pas l’ombre d’un nuage, non
Non, rien ne manque au tableau
L’amour au top niveau
Et puis la routine s’installe
Tout devient fade et banal
Ils s’embrouillent pour que dalle
Lui voudrait même se faire la malle
Elle l’aime et le supplie :
"Je t’en prie, reste, mon chéri"
Il la regarde sans pitié
Et lui dit sans sourciller :

[Refrain : Nuttea]
"Si tu bouges comme Rihanna, ça va
Tu chantes comme Rihanna, ça va
T’es gaulée comme Rihanna, ça va"

[Intro]
Command, we’ve lost control
The engine’s bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently…
It’s just my luck
You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
I’m falling fast
I’m falling fast

[Chorus]
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

[Verse 1]
I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I’m sleeping
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin’
White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
And a train don’t stop and we ain’t have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is, I’m from where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
To technology, the problems we face, it’s so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
Almost slipped my knot, hope I don’t fall again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look into space
It’s heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don’t understand, still right in front of our face
I light a match, for the jets

[Chorus]
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

[Bridge]
Riding a burning road
Running low, not a soul who could know
It’s every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

[Verse 2]
I pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That’s fucking dumb
How many thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time
I’m tired of waiting
Tired of chasing pills that I’m tired of taking
Tired of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of saying "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the present, decided this shit’s a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to live
You could lose it any night
Or down it in a fit
Or win a championship game
As a man, I feel pain
As a king, I feel reign
Ask me how I deal with fame
As I write you from my basement
The cards ain’t changed yet
Niggas on 47, still dealing the same shit
Rocks, blow
Ducking cops and clothes
Came into the world naked
Now I’m in all this BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can’t even face time
I feel like it’s all wasted
The underground getting wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I’m not stable
But that boy do got horse power
Ignore hours
These days I lose track of days
Been years since I felt this way
Count on me to rage

[Outro]
Before the final flight
Before the final flight
I want you to rage
I want you to know, know you’re right

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 1: Jalil]
Yeah, laber mich nicht voll, Nigga, yeah
Und sag’ mir nicht, Jalil wäre nicht famous
Was, ich hab’ kein Erfolg, Nigga?!
Weiße feiern mich wie Oasis
Rap’ mir keine Message vor
Tagsüber im Store, nachts Predator
Aha, Kapuze auf wie Skeletor
Und Schläger um mich rum wie auf dem Center Court
Ah, Südberlin ist meine Hometown
Thermosiedlung, minimaler Wohnraum
12-2-07
Bleib’ loyal zu der Hood, man ich schwör’s auf die Bibel
Maskulin, wir zwei sind die Essenz, Nigga
Treffsicher, 9 Shots, 50 Cent, Nigga
Kugelsicherer Jugendlicher
Represent, represent, Nigga

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 2: Mortel]
Ah, yeah, ich komme rein mit einem « Nique ta race ! »​
Ihr kommt nicht klar auf meine Wortwahl
Ghetto-Youth, époque sale
Unter Tatverdacht in einem Mordfall
Meine Vergangenheit hat mich gefickt
Schon als Kinder hab’n wir Kilos weggedrückt
Keine Hantelbank, Digga, du weißt
Tausend Prozent Realtalk, ohne Scheiß
Stabile négros in NRW
On fait la bicrave um jeden Preis
Cash, Koks, Nutten, bin pflegeleicht
Streck das Kokain mit Edelweiß
Griselda Blanco, busy wie Pablo
In Kongo wird geschossen so wie in Chicago
Scheiß auf Rapbeef, bin unparteiisch
Hab’ schon Beef mit Bullen, das reicht

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

[Part 3: Fler]
Bleib’ derselbe, man du kennst mich
Jede Woche wieder vor dem Richter
Leben auf der Überholspur
Führerschein weg wegen Blitzer
Jeder kleine Schritt wird zur Headline
Jede Handbewegung wird zum Gangsign
Seit 2003 in den Top Ten
Und das alles nur durch rumbrüll’n und frech sein
Signe den Deal
Droppe Sentino, signe Jalil
Bleib’ immer real
Streite mit viel’n, live aus Berlin
Diese Rapper alles Fler-Klone
Doch passen nicht in meine Air-Sohle
Ich Racaille, du Lakai
Du bist vor Gericht Papagei

[Hook: Fler]
Weil ich und meine Clique kein’ Fick gaben
Mehr Groupies im Backstage als Misswahlen
Habe in der Hood die Jordan 6 an
Und kläre deine Bitch, das ist Schicksal
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein
Sollte so sein, sollte so sein, sollte so sein

Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami causing trouble in LA
Rowdy Tennessee,
If I ask them for you, best not come for me
Jordan, 23
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

I got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

Ice cold, like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah
Cyclone, make it spin
Cause all I, all I, all I do is win
Yeah I’m cut like a diamond, I’m coal
Follow you I’ll bloom like a rose,
Cross like the sun when we go

Oooh
We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

We got that la la la la
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
(Oh) my God, you look good today
(Oh) my God, you look good today
Back up, back up, back up do it slow-mo
Yeah she drop that, bounce back like a yo-yo
(Oh) my God, you look good today
You look good today
Oh my God

[Verse 1]
Every day I’m counting up my paper
Petty niggas hate, the ones in public with the vapors
Leave ’em in the dust and then we tell ’em see you later
Only people that truly know me is my mama and my maker
Shawty, you like my freeform dreads
I love it when she give a nigga freeform head
It’s the banana boy, favorite color you know
Yellow is the new black, and I’m Mr. Caputo

[Chorus]
Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten
Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten

[Verse 2]
Dreads like Bob Marley
Hardly ever call these hoes, I’m too gnarly
Look like George Forman, couldn’t afford Jordan’s
Talk to informant, never, I’m important
Maybe I might die
Baby girl, I’m the cream of the crop
Creme de la creme, got the juice so they jock
Women in my city treat a nigga like I’m Diddy
Pimpin’ ain’t a thang, I’m independent with my lane
Aminé very fly, Aminé don’t even try
He raps and then he dips, he never singin’ for no tricks
Turn on your TV, then you might see me
Aminé don’t give a fuck because I know that I’m the shit

Lyrics Amine – Blinds

Every day I’m counting up my paper
Petty niggas hate, the ones in public with the vapors
Leave ’em in the dust and then we tell ’em see you later
Only people that truly know me is my mama and my maker
Shawty, you like my free form dreads
I love it when she give a nigga free form head
It’s the banana boy, favorite color you know
Yellow is the new black, and I’m Mr. Caputo.(blinds)

Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten
Close the blinds
I want to see me shine
Don’t want to hear you chime
I want to see me glisten.

Dreads like Bob Marley
Hardly ever call these h**s, I’m too gnarly
Look like George Forman, couldn’t afford Jordan’s
Talk to informant, never, I’m important
Maybe I might die versuri-lyrics.info
Baby girl, I’m the cream of the crop
Creme de la creme, got the juice so they jock
Women in my city treat a nigga like I’m Diddy
Pimpin’ ain’t a thang, I’m independent with my lane
Aminé very fly, Aminé don’t even try
He raps and then he dips, he never singin’ for no tricks
Turn on your TV, then you might see me
Aminé don’t give a f*ck because I know that I’m the shittt.
Amine lyrics
Video Amine

[Intro: Louis Farrakhan & Monica]
As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face, I felt that I was in the presence of royalty. There’s a certain power presence that he gives off
I tried to be, everything you want and need

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
‘Cause you got a deep title don’t mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I’ve been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that’s my apparatus
I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I’m anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit, don’t go acting anti on me
It’s Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today, there’s nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a fucking song with Jay
But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye
See my verses are better and my subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga, I’m no Black activist
I’m a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, you a miracle. Right now, if you hear this, you’re a miracle, I want you to know that. If you’re able to hear this right now, you are a miracle. Straight up, no kapp

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life, you ain’t prepared for your life
See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching
I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
I’m telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky. You don’t just bump into me. I’m a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord

[Bridge: Monica]
Lord knows
Woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day, then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
That soulful trap music, man. Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout Section 8, I’m talkin’ ’bout the ‘partments. You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you. What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like, "Y’all stop fucking stomping! Y’all stop walking so mothafuckin’ hard!" Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us. Tru, trill shit

[Intro]
Put you on silent before you mess me up
Yeah

[Hook]
Ain’t no fear in me
I shoot my shot like Jordan
My daddy raised me right so no, I’m not an orphan
I’m out here killing them my momma is my lawyer
If I can’t hit the note my sister hit it for me

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no hoe in me we got kicked out the garden
What’s that supposed to mean? Well I am not a farmer
It’s just my bro and me, we rollin’, he my partner
He said we need a banger so my drums are harder
Got people lying on me like my name Mufasa
I’m fresh to deaf so I can’t even hear the gossip
They tryna buy my soul so they can make a dollar
I gotta keep it all in house like it’s a hostage

[Hook]
Ain’t no fear in me
I shoot my shot like Jordan
My daddy raised me right so no, I’m not an orphan
I’m out here killing them, my momma is my lawyer
If I can’t hit the note my sister hit it for me
I found it’s better just to keep it in the family
My homies are the only ones who understand me
Sink or swim I know they’ll never leave me stranded
My brother and my sister, momma and my daddy

[Verse 2]
This beat is super hard, you see it in my shoulders
Don’t know you jackin’ with my donkeys like an ogre
Then they get mad and flip me off like Motorola
I don’t react in fact I still invite them over
Ruffin in the living room, he got ’em dancin’
The house ain’t really big but treat it like a mansion
Got people makin’ t-shirts all up in the attic
I’m in the kitchen, Willie Earl, he got the camera
I can’t make this up, this ain’t another story
What’s goin’ on upstairs, well, that’s another story
Connected to some people, that’s way past the border
Ain’t never seen it, well, because it was imported

[Hook]
Ain’t no fear in me
I shoot my shot like Jordan
My daddy raised me right so no, I’m not an orphan
I’m out here killing them, my momma is my lawyer
If I can’t hit the note my sister hit it for me
I found it’s better just to keep it in the family
My homies are the only ones who understand me
Sink or swim I know they’ll never leave me stranded
My brother and my sister, momma and my daddy

[Verse 3]
I’d rather be Nat King Cole than Nat Turner
I’ma disappear before this world burns me
Look high and low
Give me five loaves and two fish
That’s a Timmy Turner
I’m a penny earner selling downloads
In some Penny Loafers, that’s a brown loaf
And I suggest you don’t try me
That’s not a Dej Loaf, that’s a periscope
That’s a sniper rifle with a red dot
I see your driver’s license, that’s a head shot
They say put your money where your mouth is
It’s real expensive ’cause I say a lot
I go by many names like I’m Kakarot
I ain’t got no kids so I don’t play a lot
You got yes man that say okay a lot
I got family that’s all I care about

[Hook]
Ain’t no fear in me
I shoot my shot like Jordan
My daddy raised me right so no, I’m not an orphan
I’m out here killing them, my momma is my lawyer
If I can’t hit the note my sister hit it for me
I found it’s better just to keep it in the family
My homies are the only ones who understand me
Sink or swim I know they’ll never leave me stranded
My brother and my sister, momma and my daddy

Yeah, yeah
It’s all good
It’s all ready
Yeah, all ready understood
Ain’t nothin’
Still the same old, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ change, fool

Yeah, uh, nigga for what
Get done with them suckers
When I’m high as fuck
And they under us
Catch a crook in ya neck
From tryin’ to watch the jets
Mr. Tokyo drift, spent yen on a vet
Lookin’ for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Wakin’ and bakin’ Anita greatest hits blastin’
Pedal mashin’, paper twistin’, scrape a engine
Rad Racer, no 3D glasses just a high ass rapper
Spitta, nigga in the building
Nah I’m on the roof chillin’
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don’t know how to do it homie I’ll school ya
Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun maneuvers
Makin’ hot wheels outta hoopties,
Holdin’ it down like balloon strings

Uh, it’s all good
Ain’t gotta be said
It’s all ready understood
Ain’t nothin’,
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
We still the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change

Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
Tryin’ to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day’s short
Nike shorts, argyle socks, Jordan three’s, lounge gear
Long beard you can tell I ain’t from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call em back tell my mama I make it
Not complacent with the life style
Feels good but it’s hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after pickin’ through the pound
Whole perception done changed
Funny how a 3 hour flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinkin’ on
When I’m driftin’ in and out of herb clouds
Hangin’ on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me I’ll be back don’t trip
In the mirror with this shift kick
Ocean side, doors open wide tryin’ not to be sea sick
Plottin’ in the tropics thinkin’ how I’m gone run ish
Back in the states when I’m leavin’

Uh, it’s all good
Ain’t gotta be said
It’s all ready understood
Ain’t nothin,
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
We still in the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin change

Yeah nigga
Skibeatz

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & (Lauren)]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’ma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & Lauren & {Normani} & Dinah]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down {down, down, down, down}
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

Letra Ambkor – 24

Mas solo que 1, son las 2, llevo 3 cubatas, mi mundo
Patas arriba y tu a 4 patas, un 5 no va a ser suficiente,
Ni un 6, demonio perdi mis 7 vidas y aun no te conozco,
Mas chulo que un 8, rozando el 9, aspirando al 10.(24)

No beses mis pies, mira mis ojos, un amor tan ciego
Acabara en la 11, no habia nada que decir pero
Follando nos dieron las 12, fuiste mi 14, mi cianuro en
La comida si 14 vidas son 2 gatos aun nos queda vida.

Eh que hiko de p*ta que flow del 15, cuando salgo
al campo los novatis fingen esquinzes y aun queda
alguno que pregunta cuanto amor le pongo, perdi
la virginidad a los 16 con mi rap de fondo, compongo

Lo que quiero p*ta eso es asi, lo rompo porque me
Rompi, soy un p*to Beatlen suena 17, mas
de 18 ya en DNI, sigues oyendome a mi, no tengo
mucho que decir por eso guardo, mas atractivo por

Callar que por contarlo, si vas sl golf ve al hoyo 19,
es mi consejo, 20 cigarillos y lo dejo, ni saben ni
quien sin, le preguntan al espejo, ho me miro al espejo
y me toco con mi reflejo, soy un nino que teme ser

Viejo, en el siglo 21 tu con Iphone yo con Ron Anejo,
22 jugones hoy habra partido, tu eres el 23 y yo tu
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Jordan condenado a estar contigo.

24, me matas o te mato, yo ya no hago tratos con
novatos, pasare a la historia y quiero mi retrato si
empiezas por mi polla shh..

24, me matas o te mato, yo ya no hago tratos con
novatos, pasare a la historia y quiero mi retrato, si
empiezas por mi polla tienes para rato. lobo negro,
Ambkor, hemos vuelto a hacerlo, es lo que hay loca, que maravilla.
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[Verse 1: Saigon]
How could we have respect for you?
Look what we subjected to
Supposed to serve and protect
You acting all unprofessional
Restraining a man is not grabbing him by his testicles
Sucker getting a gun and a badge and get disrespectful
I’ll tell you why this shit is so stressful
’cause we been going through it since we came to America
On a vessel
Pick up a social studies book every time that they mention us
They was even enslaving us, trading us or was lynching us
So what’s the big difference?
Whether it’s a rope or a scope, the objective is to go out and hit niggas
Speaking this from the heart
I been doing the knowledge
We’re seeing that slavery was never truly abolished
They making uzis with dollars they can use for the colleges
What is this?
This is the movement of tricknologists
The only thing we’re doing wrong is not fighting back
You ain’t got the light to rap but you know what’s right and exact, jack

[Hook: Saigon]
How the hell am I wrong?
When your people been doing my people wrong for so long
Now all we got is the hope and the focus to hold on
Y’all been killing us for so long, it can’t go on
How we both wrong?

[Verse 2: Termanology]
If they shoot at us, they probably get awarded
If we shoot at them, they popping us when they spot us
It’s harder to live life, more conscious and like marauders
And focus on the problem of who could fix it in office
Then picking up a bottle, a bitch, and a couple garcia’s
And heading to the crib, to kick it and get some knowledge
Do we want knowledge? And bread for our toddlers?
Saved in accounts or more belts and wallets
And me I’m part of the problem, purchasing gucci products
Before, I put away that money for my daughters collage
And still a great father but times are getting harder
No money for private school, I guess should go harder
Tryna lock in in stability, cuz of my family history
All of them died broke, so I’m tryna be the remedy
Our ghetto kids never inherit no stocks and bonds
That’s something to think about
When you putting them Jordan’s on

[Hook: Saigon & Termanology]
How the hell am I wrong?
When your people been doing my people wrong for so long
Now all we got is the hope and the focus to hold on
Y’all been killing us for so long, it can’t go on
How we both wrong?, damn

[Intro]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 1]
Money never made me
Make me do something? Nah, can’t make me
Even if the money low, can’t pay me
Even if the money low, can’t play me

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We bout to get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pablo bought a Roley and a rottweiler
Seem like the more fame, I only got wilder
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been saying how I feel at the wrong time
Might not come when you want but I’m on time

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
We ’bout to get this paper

[Verse 3]
I can’t let these people play me
Name one genius that ain’t crazy
Follow our father
You borrow our motto
I’m a Chicago south sider
I’m a Chicago south sider

[Hook]
Ayy, y’all heard about the good news?
Y’all sleeping on your boy, had a good snooze?
Wake up, nigga, wake up
It’s time to get the paper

[Verse 4]
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I’ve been outta my mind a long time
I know, I know, I shouldn’t even bother
With all these gossiping, no-pussy-getting bloggers
Fashion show in Gotham, I need another costume
PETA’s mad cause I made a jacket outta possum
Awesome, Steve Jobs mixed with Steve Austin
Rich slave in the fabric store picking cotton
If Hov J then every Jordan need a Rodman
Man, Jay, they don’t really want no problems
Driving in the same car that they killed Pac in
Driving in the same urrr that they killed Pac in
Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us
Hands up, hands up, then the cops shot us

[Outro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Wait a second, everybody here, I’m the ghetto Oprah
You know what that mean? You get a fur! You get a fur!
You get a jet! You get a jet! Big booty bitch for you! Woo!

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
Watch me get loose
Caught me reaching for the last time
Kyrie Irv with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
I skrrt skrrt on ’em
Aye, watch me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Chorus]
Girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
Flying in all the jets I flew, yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Verse 1]
I got more gold chains than these dope dealers (I look like I’m whippin’)
And I can’t relate to these broke niggas (I don’t understand)
I pull out my driveway, only 12 cylinders (skrrt, skrrt)
Thank God it’s a new day and I’m still killing ’em (uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
But none of it don’t matter, baby, no
If you ain’t waiting there when I get home
‘Cause I can’t spend this money on my own
I need my queen to take her throne

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
Flying in all the jets I flew, yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Verse 2]
Been around the world, seen a lot of women (I did ’em all)
That’s how I know you one in 100 million (girl, you the one)
Everything that I wanted (I wanted), if I see it, I bought it (I bought it)
Parties jumping like Jordan right now (jumpin’, jumpin’, jumpin’)

[Pre-Chorus]
But none of it don’t matter, baby, no
If you ain’t waiting there when I get home
‘Cause I can’t spend this money on my own
I need my queen to take her throne

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless (love is priceless)
Flying in all the jets I flew (I flew), yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Bridge]
I trade in the Wraith and buy you diamond rings (diamond rings)
Baby girl ’cause I know you like shiny things (shiny things)
Whatever you want, oh, you can have that (have that)
Pull up in the mall, baby, grab that (grab that)
These girls, they ain’t got nothing on you at all (nothing, baby)
‘Cause your love is too priceless, don’t care what it cost, no no
‘Cause money, it don’t mean a thing, you know I got enough of it
What I’m tryna say is you can get it, anything you want from me
My baby, you worth all of that and more

[Chorus]
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless
One thing I can’t afford to lose
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby
‘Cause, girl, your love is priceless (love is priceless)
Flying in all the jets I flew (I flew), yeah
And even though I ball, I would trade it all
To keep you in my arms, baby

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
Watch me get loose
Caught reason for the last time
Kyrie Irves with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
Oh, skrrt skrrt on ’em
Aye, why me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Pre-Hook]
Driving down the 401 and I’m speeding
Basic bitches asking me what a bean is
Put her number in my phone and delete it
Put her number in my phone and delete it
My killers gorillas they roll with bananas
30 on waist, they won’t run out of ammo
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle

[Hook]
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
Catch me in the 6 with my day ones
We don’t need no new friends
(If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again no)

[Verse 1]
These youngins just said he needs laces for his Jordan 9s he ain’t talking bout shoes
My killas they ballin, but they don’t crossover, they stand on the corner and shoot
35 points, 10 assists
Went from passing a rock to a brick
I know Brazilians that hitting licks
I know some niggas that I fucked they bitch
I know some people who said they wouldn’t switch, but they switch
I know some people who said they wouldn’t snitch, but they snitch
But it’s hard to see when there’s a snitch in a nigga
But I can always tell a bitch in a nigga
I’m on the road to the riches lil nigga
I never get caught up on bitches lil nigga

[Pre-Hook]
Driving down the 401 and I’m speeding
Basic bitches asking me what a bean is
Put her number in my phone and delete it
Put her number in my phone and delete it
My killers gorillas they roll with bananas
30 on waist, they won’t run out of ammo
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle

[Hook]
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
Catch me in the 6 with my day ones
We don’t need no new friends
(If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again no)

[Verse 2]
These pussies rapping on road, but they singing in jail
My bro on the run, trynna stack up his bail
My pockets is low, I didn’t want check the mail
Now that I’m up, man I’m giving em’ hell
I just want money, I don’t need these hoes
She see I’m getting money, she ain’t know, now she know
She didn’t wanna fuck with me when I was broke
Now I’m putting white girl in white girl’s nose
She fuck with the kid cause she know Imma blow
Remember the days that I wore the same clothes
Remember the days sitting in Sdot
Look up to the sky and came up with a plot
All of my niggas, we chasing a knot
These niggas they wishing my music gon’ flop (make your mind up)
Wanna make this money or not?

[Pre-Hook]
Driving down the 401 and I’m speeding
Basic bitches asking me what a bean is
Put her number in my phone and delete it
Put her number in my phone and delete it
My killers gorillas they roll with bananas
30 on waist, they won’t run out of ammo
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle
Ain’t to much shit that my niggas can’t handle

[Hook]
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again
Catch me in the 6 with my day ones
We don’t need no new friends
(If you take me simple, I swear you won’t take simple again no)

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?

Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

I’m making music for niggas in suits & ties
They all got a "money & evil" smile
Thats ending conversations with the "I’ll let my people call your people" line
I rap for the ones still in high school
Probably my age and they think I’m cool
For the little ones calling me uncle
Shit you know I do this for the dimes too

I’m tryna find out where mind at
BaI don’t think I’m crazy I’m beyond that
Every girl I’m with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyoncé

And I’m a jiggy jigga, yea I’m on that
There’s not a thing I hate more than a contract
I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home just to go play mortal combat

I’m tooo WAVy like format
I could really bring it to your doormat
I don’t think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king aaah-aah Noor man

I’m the leader, now just get behind me
You know you like my shit, you can’t deny it
Bro, i came up like BOOM BOOM BOOM, dead silence. Someone get the bodies, get the

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

The real ones listen to me when I tell my story
The fakes ones always wanna write it for me
I never wanted to rain on your parade
I started doing all of this for white Jordan’s
Now I made it. Clear .. to the store manager I want the shit delivered to me
It’s like.. All the niggas that you all praise.
Are just some other niggas to me
Dumbing down is a motherfuckn mission for me
I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me
I make all of my women mirror for me
And then I tell em would you please pick a pillow for me
Aaah nigga would you pleeese cry a river for me
Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me
Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me?
If you hate me then why do you login to Twitter for me
Isn’t this a biiiitch tho
A short nigga came and hit a swiiish hoe
I’m doing every Day and night shift
Just to get it coz you ain’t really hot until your wrist cold
Can somebody order me some chill tho..
I really never ever had no chill, bro
But I’m really giving everybody chills.
Nigga chill chill chill, can somebody get the window. Damn can somebody get the window

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw
Am I running with the shit?
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
You know you right my nigga

Am I ever gonna quit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Will I dumb it down a bit?
Hell Naw (Hell Naw)
Am I running with the shit?
(I really am)
Fucking right I bring the levels to this bitch
(it’s all done)
You know you right

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a young’in they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane
I’m kicking bitches out the traphouse like I’m Tory Lanez

Look at all the hurdles that I overcame
I told em as a young’in they would know the name
You should pull up to the hotel, shit is so insane
I’m kicking bitches out the traphouse like I’m Tory Lanez

I like my girls high like standards
They gotta pop like Jackson
They gotta be above average
They gotta take the dick like chances
You know you with it with your friends that don’t know Jesus
And that ass thick as thieves
I’m just Adam tryna eat the apple bottom off Eve
I’m tryna inspire man, do it for the youth
So I’mma cop a whip and say "Hell naw" to the roof
Hell naw to the the ceilings, fuck limits
This ain’t that kiddie flow so I can’t have you ducks in it
I’m married to the hustle man I’m stuck with it
It’s Bad Hair season nigga, fuck with it

[Pre-Hook: Breyan Isaac]
They say wash in the river of Jordan
Wipe away your sins like I’ve done mine
And the people then they’ll be equals
There’s too many sinkholes we’ve left behind

[Hook 1: Breyan Isaac]
I’m losing my religion
I’ve realized I wasn’t built for these conditions

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
Yeah
I gave up my all
When I felt lost not a one of ya’ll called
When I took off everybody else stalled
I don’t really understand what ya’ll on
What ya’ll want
I can’t live, can’t be free
I can’t be here
Gave my sweat gave my tears
Gave up all the best of my years
I done gave everything
I ain’t gained anything
Just pain and more sadness
Just broad strokes and blank stares
No details and no canvas
Nah I ain’t livin for your love
Case dismissed I don’t need another judge
I done got everything off my chest
But I got one more thing to confess

[Hook 2: Breyan Isaac]
I’m losing my religion
I’ve realized I wasn’t built for these conditions
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah

[Verse 2: Lecrae]
So Imma leave religion for a relationship
Never sell my soul Imma sell my ship
I failed you all because I failed to help
Just know I failed myself
But faith keeps me from folding
It’s all I got left I’m left here with no one
I ain’t choose You but You say I’m chosen
And when I feel lost the cross all I hope in
I lost my religion but I found God
Sounds odd but I’m better at seeing how far
Did I come from the dark is the nights to the light
Irregardless of all of my many flaws
Amen
I ain’t livin for your love
Case dismissed I don’t need another judge
I done got everything off my chest
But I got one more thing to confess

[Pre-Hook: Breyan Isaac]
They say wash in the river of Jordan
Wipe away your sins like I’ve done mine
And the people then they’ll be equals
There’s too many sinkholes we’ve left behind

[Hook 2: Breyan Isaac]
I’m losing my religion
I’ve realized I wasn’t built for these conditions
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah

[Outro: Breyan Isaac]
They say wash
In the river of Jordan
I’m losing my religion

[Intro: Dave]
Trav waddup nigga, beat that case boy
…4 in the morning (*flat line*)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I got some work in the freezer
Model bitch she’s from Belize
I’ve never been open of pussy, you niggas is rookies pillow talking to a freak
Feel I’m dental flossing every beat I be in spots, money coming in quick
Avion shots I got it from Jeezy Trap Or Die, shit we riding in a geezy
We do what we wanna do not what we tryna do, don’t let them lie to you
I come from where niggas will follow you, as soon as you slide out that barbecue
I’m realer then most I chill with my locs, I’m falling asleep on a model bitch
I caught her out the streets on some toddler shit, aim’ll get more respect then a dollar will
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet? , you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?

[Verse 2: Profit
Broke as fuck yeah I know they stress, how they do it? how they do it? how they do it?
I’ve been thinking ’bout some Peter Lugers, or them Big Macs we been going through it
It’s a different beef when you getting bags, niggas envious when they should be giving daps
She just sucked me but she’s probably mad, because these hoes commenting they ain’t falling back
Now i’m in [?] coming from the [?] if you had lawyers you had the same troubles
Gucci collar with logo hidden, I remain [?] we been tryna bubble
Like bad soap, Jordan box where the stash go, in them blocks where they trap or die and the fruits of labor they can’t post
Feds watching plus the hoes gossip, they’ll line you up like they hanging cloths
I was holdin’ dope on that 9-5 with that work with them I know I’m trippin’
Money calling’ they placing orders, so I had to get, had to get it ain’t seen me yet but ima hurt their feelings
O-Dog breaks so they know I’m menace, they like he gone kill ’em

[Chorus: Dave East]
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
I been feeling like a big threat, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!

[Verse 3:]
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow
And you S-O-L I was eating Ramens ‘fore I seen a cell
Alley ways and them back cuts I done seen them cells
Niggas back up because you might see hell
Brown water sippin’ Holy Grail, you stay inside you never seen a cell
Vac-seal the product so the scent safe, paid the white bitch just to sent the [?]

[Bridge:]
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow

[Chorus: Dave East]
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
I been feeling like a big threat, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
What me get loose
Caught reason for the last time
Kyrie Irves with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
Oh, skrr skrr on ’em
Aye, why me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 1]
Move, move, move, move
What me get loose
Caught reason for the last time
Kyrie Irves with the moves
[?]
Mila, Mila got the juice
Mila, Mila got the juice
[?]
Move-move, move-move
Going in with the moves on
Droptop with the rug on
The digital with the cruise on
Oh, skrr skrr on ’em
Aye, why me put that work work on ’em

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Verse 2]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna get past you
Move, move, move, move
Bad vibes on you
Bad vibes on you
Lookin’ eyes on you
That way, that way, that way on you

[Pre-Hook]
Ba-Ba-Ba-Ballin’
Ballin’ like Jordan
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna take my place
No, no, no way
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

[Hook]
Move, move, move, move
Tryna kill my groove
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Tryna keep my cool
Tryna take that too
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move
Move, move, move, move
Move, move, move, move

See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

It drops without, then without doubt I’m without drought
How else could I spit out ’bout
Spotted backs without alps
Rain delay
What’s that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain’t related
Lupe got him an H and K
Heckler, Kramer way
Rain delay
Aight, nigga, put the game away
You mean like rain delay?
She said, “If I pop it then you gotta pay me”
So I make it rain for the ladies
Off that, skiin’ where my shooters can’t walk at
Of course, we ball with hoes
In the club, I golf that
But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that
We gettin’ cold, better salt that
In my brain, it is stormin’
When it rains, it is pourin’
Spit out ’bout, swat at bats
Commissioner Gordon, [?] sportsman
Your reigns, not important
But I’m Jordan

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

Why I always gotta say it for you?
Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral
Why on TV it’s adorable?
And greedy it be horrible
Somethin’ somethin’ sword you
It’s like sayin’, look, Duval too tall
Or the cue ball is too small
I make two fall in the pool hall
And my new car a carpool
You all finna call
[?] to fall
Get a new [?]
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep
That’s a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep
I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet
Tell your king pass the throne or I’ll kick you off of your seat
Like a drummer, I’ll kick you off from your seat
Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high

See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

It drops without, then without doubt I’m without drought
How else could I spit out ’bout
Spotted backs without alps
Rain delay
What’s that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain’t related
Lupe got him an H and K
Heckler, Kramer way
Rain delay
Aight, nigga, put the game away
You mean like rain delay?
She said, “If I pop it then you gotta pay me”
So I make it rain for the ladies
Off that, skiin’ where my shooters can’t walk at
Of course, we ball with hoes
In the club, I golf that
But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that
We gettin’ cold, better salt that
In my brain, it is stormin’
When it rains, it is pourin’
Spit out ’bout, swat at bats
Commissioner Gordon, [?] sportsman
Your reigns, not important
But I’m Jordan

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

Why I always gotta say it for you?
Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral
Why on TV it’s adorable?
And greedy it be horrible
Somethin’ somethin’ sword you
It’s like sayin’, look, Duval too tall
Or the cue ball is too small
I make two fall in the pool hall
And my new car a carpool
You all finna call
[?] to fall
Get a new [?]
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep
That’s a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep
I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet
Tell your king pass the throne or I’ll kick you off of your seat
Like a drummer, I’ll kick you off from your seat
Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high

Lyrics Vybz Kartel – Highest level

None a dem nuh deh paw mi level
Umbra not even I know how I do it
And just do it like Jordan or UWI
Shackiel or Coby
And no one can stop mi.(highest level)

Mi nuh know when but
A nuh today, a nuh tomorrow
A nuh today, a nuh tomorrow
Buss it like in a better tomorrow.

Mi rifle dem naw jam like door jam
Mi gun dem naw itch pon program
You nuh si seh you should a send some more man
Dem four shooter deh naw come back
Somewhere under ground is dem new lot number
Sexta Pepper when St. James roll out oh my God
People a run up and down like Jesus just come back
This yah scheme could a full a blood bank.
Beritta.

Barabelom knock it
Rappid him up 30
Bullet a follow back a dem one another
Wi a go get out a the
Everybody seh 30
Bullet a follow back a dem on another.

None a dem nuh deh paw mi level
Umbra not even I know how I do it
And just do it like Jordan or UWI
Shackiel or Coby
And no one can stop mi.

Dem waan know weh mi have a knock
Crocodile Cayman a buss
Knock it meck it light up you life like pepper light
Like Christmas a tomorrow
Bruk a bottle stab him in a gut
Leng should a name cave time fly a bag a bat
And know seh RUssian and Addi naw link up again side a yo mother.

None a dem nuh deh paw mi level
Umbra not even I know how I do it
And just do it like Jordan or UWI
Shackiel or Coby
And no one can stop mi.

Mi rifle dem naw jam like door jam
Mi gun dem naw itch pon program
You nuh si seh you should a send some more man
Dem four shooter deh naw come back
Somewhere under ground is dem new lot number
Sexta Pepper when St. James roll out oh my God
People a run up and down like Jesus just come back
This yah scheme could a full a blood bank
Beritta.

None a dem nuh deh paw mi level
Umbra not even I know how I do it
And just do it like Jordan or UWI
Shackiel or Coby
And no one can stop miii.
Vybz Kartel lyrics
Video level

People get ready
There’s a train a-coming
You don’t need no baggage
You just get on board
All you need is faith
To hear diesels humming
You don’t need no ticket
You just thank the Lord
Yeah yeah yeah

People get ready
For the train to Jordan
Picking up passengers
From coast to coast
Faith is the key
Open the doors and board them
There’s room for all
Among the loved and lost

Now there ain’t no room
For the hopeless sinner
Whom would hurt all mankind
Just to save his own
Have pity on those
Whose chances are thinner
‘Cause there’s no hiding place
From the Kingdom’s throne

Ohh people get ready
There’s a train a-coming
You don’t need no baggage
You just get on board
All you need is faith
To hear diesels a- humming
You don’t need no ticket
You just thank the Lord
Yeah yeah yeah

I’m getting ready
I – I’m ready yeah yeah yeah
Oh I’m getting ready oh – oh
I’m ready yeah

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 1: Ka$h]
I’m in the Range, eatin’ snacks
I’m in the back, like Barack
Like Mrs. Michelle, I ring bells
These the new Jordan’s, can’t you tell?
Class in session, grab a chair
You made me flex, how do you dare
I’m with my girls, at a fair
Hit a duck, and won a bear
I need you to add this up, grab a calculator
Put her at the whip, Barbie bae, but I got more flavor
Get fly before you’re higher, super sharp like a taper
She don’t like me, I don’t blame her

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I’m Mr. Otto, I’m goin’ Pablo
I hits the models, I gets the bottles
I’m goin’ psycho, nothing’s recycled
Look how my ice glow, charged like a rhino
Well other than bool, I’m super cool
You can’t stand me, get you a stool
We back to back in foreign’s, no more rules
You gotta make investments and stop buyin’ shoes
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

Lyrics Migos – Slippery

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water.(slippery)

(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
f*ck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she f*ck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (heyyy)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These b*tch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad b*tch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire).

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr).

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My b*tches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence.

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s f*ck the cops (f*ck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
f*ck it I seize a knot.

Pop a perky just to start up
(pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(two cups, drank)
I heard your b*tch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, heyyy.
Migos lyrics
Video Migos

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
Fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it (serve)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

(Offset!)
Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she fuck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (hey)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These bitch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad bitch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My bitches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s fuck the cops (fuck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
Fuck it I seize a knot

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 1: Ka$h]
I’m in the Range, eatin’ snacks
I’m in the back, like Barack
Like Mrs. Michelle, I ring bells
These the new Jordan’s, can’t you tell?
Class in session, grab a chair
You made me flex, how do you dare
I’m with my girls, at a fair
Hit a duck, and won a bear
I need you to add this up, grab a calculator
Put her at the whip, Barbie bae, but I got more flavor
Get fly before you’re higher, super sharp like a taper
She don’t like me, I don’t blame her

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I’m Mr. Otto, I’m goin’ Pablo
I hits the models, I gets the bottles
I’m goin’ psycho, nothing’s recycled
Look how my ice glow, charged like a rhino
Well other than bool, I’m super cool
You can’t stand me, get you a stool
We back to back in foreign’s, no more rules
You gotta make investments and stop buyin’ shoes
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto