Tag: Miami

You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I’m triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Standin’ on the corner and stuntin’
That look like I payed like a million for
Blowin’ the money I heard that they askin’ around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon’ get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin’ like “what is his neck worth?”
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won’t f*ck unless you cut a check first

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain’t gotta sell it, but he say the n*gger a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D’ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga ‘fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now its just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to f*ck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

You bitches ain’t stupid, you bitches ain’t stupid
You bitches ain’t stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it’s worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain’t even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?

Still on top, pretty bitch gang
Pussy still tight, pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the n*gger then I dip on him

Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I’m big daddy
When I hit the lot I don’t get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that’s a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I’m big daddy

Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Droppin’ the top, hey
I made a lot, never a drought
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
Hey, yah, oh
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Oh, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
Hey man niggas thought I had one
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
Nigga you out your mind
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Skrt-srt, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Switch, switch, swerve
I give that bitch what she deserve
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Louis duffel full of herb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
That shit cray
That shit brazy
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hoe overboard!)
It’s only one Christopher Colombus
A.k.a The Big Fish
Uhh

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All blue Ferrari, bitches think it’s crip
I tip the valet then it’s straight to V.I.P
We rocking side to side, just like we in a boat
We moving units and we selling coke
I walk the city like I run the coast
Shorty started swimming when she seen the boat
They jumping ship, shawty jumping ship
We the shit, niggas getting rich
She got a pretty smile and got an ass
Diddy shot, I got Cîroc all in my glass
You deserve a nigga with a yacht
Fat nigga with a lot, yah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
She got her hair down to her ass
King of diamonds, got her throwing cash
It should be a crime, she a dime
Sending pussy pics, that’s all the time
Come to the boss and get your raise
All the hoes hating from a fake page
You the shit, shawty, you the shit
Plead the fifth, they gone plead the fifth
I got your ex liking my pics
Even wrote a comment, life’s a bitch
Life vest, he need a life vest
Yacht club with the pyrex

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Big booty bitches live on the Gram
Big money baller, so they know just who I am
A Lonzo Ball [?]
All the cheerleaders I fuck ’em all
I’m confident I’m wealthy in a nigga afterlife
Rich forever, definition of a sacrifice
So, hold my hand and we can run the world
Loyalty will get you everything that you deserve
I left the Lamborghini in Miami
I took the Wraith with me to Cincinatti
I gotta driver who keep all the sticks
For pussy niggas who be jumping ship

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I was trying to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Left me alone in the streets
Now you done woken the beast
All these GG snakes on me
Shopping sprees after shopping sprees, I go
I go, yeah, should have seen the sign
[?] love’s blind, I guess danger gets me excited
I am on a threesome diet right now, baby
I’m taking trips to Miami traveling down seven keys
Ducking off, sipping Grey Geese
Never thought you plea these actions I did
Never thought you had my head on a leash
Never thought you had my heart tryna leave
Saying things I never speak about
I’ma handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, you’re not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fér!
They said you used to be the one that used to two step, baby
But I’m too rich for that to happen, whoa whoa
Like Ali, I’ma bounce back off the ropes
In my Jordan’s, yeah, Jordan with the tongue
In my Kobe’s, yeah, hitting 81
And I’m going gold, find a badder one
Let the check blow, now that’s platinum
I’ma recoup, buy the blue coupe
Bought a new house, that’s a new roof
I’ma make lemonade out of lemons, got a sweet tooth
And I learn from my truths
And learn from my last
And learn from my past
I knew this won’t last
Just tell me quick fast

[Bridge: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
So I can handle it just like a man
Popping bottles just because I can
Ain’t gone never change who I am
Kumbaya, I’ma still do my dance
And handle mine
I’ma handle mine, your not mine
But God damn, it’s about time you define what we is

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn
If you love me go and show it to me
Passion, passion, passion, passion, I need passion
God forever man forever, baby, god damn
I shot to make this bed, baby, god damn
Brr, God damn
Grr, God damn
Whoa, God damn
Whoa, God damn

[Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood. That’s the story of my life

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

Lyrics Desiigner – Malibu

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you (Yeah)
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

That nigga drive through with them Challengers
Jump out the window with calibers
I got your b***h in Miami, bruh (Hey)
I got her swallowin’ Xanies, bruh
I got her swallowing Plan B, bruh
Niggas they talk and I smack ’em
Let the geographists map ’em
Then we run up and we clap ’em
In the Bentley, I got mad room
And my driver, he a baboon
Bad b***h with Chanel on
Next to me with her head down
Watch me hit her with the fast moves
Watch me hit her with the mack moves
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now we gettin’ in the bathroom
Now the bed in the bathroom
Gettin’ head in the bathroom
Gettin’ s*x in the bathroom
Special Ed. like the classroom.

We that, we shred
He that, read that
He dead, we clap
You talk, we crack
She trap, she trap
Versuri-lyrics.info
Need that, need pack
She got pounds, hundred bricks
If a nigga need that.

I just f*ckin’ with the vowels
DJ turnin’ up the volume
Made a song called “Slap A Nigga”
Then I put it on the iTunes
Then I put it on my iTunes
Then I put it on my myTunes
You be lookin’ for it, find tunes
You be tryna go to find tunes
I get it on the iTunes
I be gettin’ it on the iTunes
I be chillin’ with the right goons
And they chillin’ with the rice spoons.

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you
I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edibles
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge you.

Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench, trench
Trench
You niggas
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
Bench, yeah
I’m ballin’ like it’s
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah
Swish, yeah.

Money take trips to my avenue, huh
Bullets fly through on my avenue, huh
You gettin’ hit up, they baggin’ you, huh
Take a roundtrip ’round my avenue, huh
I do not know what that dagger do, huh
You do not know what this swagger do
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
CashMoneyAp, that swagger rules
I’m in my thoughts, I’m vanishing
I jump off my jet and don’t land it, bruh
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave her the Xanies, she Xanied up
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked, huh
I gave me some Xanies, I’m Xanie f*cked
.., huh
.., huh
(Hey!)

I’m with the gang up in Malibu
Don’t let my niggas embarrass you
Don’t let my dogs embarrass you
My niggas, they comin’ with parachutes
We jump off the jet with the parachutes
She poppin’ the Xanies, the edible
I got my gang up in Malibu
I have my niggas come challenge youuu.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

[Chorus]
One time for the one time
You know, Florida baby from the sunshine
And my hands up, we ain’t giving a fuck
I’m just young and wild, you know livin’ as such
And we gon’ smoke weed, and get high
Rock ice, and get fly
One time for the one time baby
One time for the one time
One time for the one time
You know, Florida baby from the sunshine
And my hands up, we ain’t giving a fuck
I’m just young and wild, you know livin’ as such
And we gon’ smoke weed, and get high
Rock ice, and get fly
One time for the one time baby
One time for the one time

[Verse 1]
Top down, let the sun shine in it
Rat-a-tat it up, yeah we summer time living
We been smokin’ on the best but you know that
Runnin’ to the money like a four flat
One time for the come up
One time for the time we ain’t sleep ’til the sun up
Gold grill smiling, hold the paper like a phone
And I done been a lot of places but none of ’em like home
Where everybody know ya
Who ain’t from the hood, nothing like Big Soulja
Get the calculator for the chips and the soda
The boot, not the ‘nolia
Sunshine baby, one time for Florida

[Chorus]
One time for the one time
You know, Florida baby from the sunshine
And my hands up, we ain’t giving a fuck
I’m just young and wild, you know livin’ as such
And we gon’ smoke weed, and get high
Rock ice, and get fly
One time for the one time baby
One time for the one time
One time for the one time
You know, Florida baby from the sunshine
And my hands up, we ain’t giving a fuck
I’m just young and wild, you know livin’ as such
And we gon’ smoke weed, and get high
Rock ice, and get fly
One time for the one time baby
One time for the one time

[Verse 2]
Flops and socks, probably thinkin’ we country
Gold chains and rings, probably thinkin’ we money
Big booties and slacks, probably thinkin’ you love her
Yeah we out in finger lickin’, tell ’em it’s the replenishment
I don’t want to go to Texas, tell ’em fly me out to Florida
Moved to Atlanta, started to miss all the water
Then we flew to Cali, I was diggin’ the weather
Sun down, shit changed, and I ain’t feelin’ no sweater
Summertime year ’round, I ain’t never ’bout winter clothes
She from Augusta and she a Miami centerfold
Twist the dreads together, let ’em lock you from the sunshine
Pistol shape, yeah baby we from the gunshine

[Chorus]
One time for the one time
You know, Florida baby from the sunshine
And my hands up, we ain’t giving a fuck
I’m just young and wild, you know livin’ as such
And we gon’ smoke weed, and get high
Rock ice, and get fly
One time for the one time baby
One time for the one time
One time for the one time
You know, Florida baby from the sunshine
And my hands up, we ain’t giving a fuck
I’m just young and wild, you know livin’ as such
And we gon’ smoke weed, and get high
Rock ice, and get fly
One time for the one time baby
One time for the one time

[Intro: Future]
Drink or smoke
Am I the only one for you?
Its the Richmix
Do I mean everything to you?
Pull up, haha
Am I the only one for you? (drink or smoke)
Future, Hendrix
Do I mean everything to you?
Yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez & Future]
Do you drink or smoke? (drink or smoke)
Pull out pieces, lookin’ like I’m whippin’ dope (whippin’ dope)
You can tell them fuck niggas, I’m with this smoke (With this smoke)
Shawty, came around, she on a new pretty (new pretty)
Spent like 60 thousand, on some new titties (skrr, skrr, switch it up)

[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
New louboutin for my bad ting
Felipe and Mcqueen, thats a cash ting (cash ting)
Do you drink or do you smoke (do you smoke)
Do you take Molly? or play with your nose (your nose)
See this Lamborghini (skrr, skrr)
Blue paint, wet look like it’s a blue Martini (splash)
We be down on Collins, when we in Miami (in Miami)
Top down, shawty, said that "I ain’t got no panties"
Wait, switch, switch it up
Look, thats a bad ting, with a bad ting
You see how many bad tings, cash brings?
Shawty, you know that I’m lovin’ the way you movin’ that body
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Said them jeans fit on you like Pirellis on a new Bugatti (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Shawty, do you got a man? (got a man)
Do he take you shoppin’, do he drop them bands? (drop them bands)
Christmas gift wrapped, bow tie on them brand new Benz (ooh)
Never felt this feelin’ before (true)
Are you rollin’ and rollin’ and rollin’ like you on a boat
Never been with a real one (real one)
Red bottom like you gon’ kill some’ (kill some’)
Giuseppe shoes with the gold on it (ooh)
You a bad ting for real hun (for real hun)
You a bad ting for real hun (real hun, real hun)
Shawty, tell me

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke?
Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? (pull up)
All of them different bags, must stay stuntin’ (must be designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)

[Hook: Future ]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)

[Verse 2 : Tory Lanez ]
Do Céline shoppin’ that some mad ting
We all know Toronto, got the bad tings
All bad bitches, talkin’ bad tings
Whippin’ on the 40, talkin’ mad tings
So, when I pull up in Miami
Bad bitches callin’ me daddy
Pourin’ that Dirty Diana, yeah
Putting a 4 in the liter
She got me goin’ I’m leanin’
Shawty you know that I seem it

[Bridge: Future]
Am I the only one for you?
Do I mean everything to you?

[Verse 3: Future]
Swap out your Gucci for coochie
All of my good ones wear Louis
Harder you go, the more money you get
The more money you get, the more shit you could go buy
You grind the way to the top
That pussy good that’s why you rise
I filled out your watches (wise)
Got rich, and bought the whole block I grew up on
That’s how you do it
Chanel and those Berkins, you hate the influence
Right talkin’ money, talkin’ she speakin’ it fluent
I’m working that wood, she know how to do it

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Do you drink or smoke?
Do you shop in Paris, like you in Dubai? (pull up)
All of them different bags, must stay stuntin’ (must be designer)
Can you cop a ‘rari, or switch a private plane (skrr, switch it up)

[Chorus: Future]
All boss bitches, doin’ boss things (boss things)
All boss bitches for my boss team (boss team)
I see bad things on a good girl (good girl)
All want honors, for my bad team (bad team)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Future]
Te-te-tell me you don’t wanna test the prototype (prototype)
Get back out to sleep, ’cause you the photo type (photo type)
Do you fuck with locos? Are you takin’ flight?
Can we go home and make love tonight?
Can you get drunk with a bad bitch, right?
All want honors, for my bad teams
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Lil Momma body conceited
Fuck them vouches I ain’t need em
These niggas flaw I could read em
These niggas ain’t slick I could c em
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail
Lil momma body conceited
I read her like telekinesis
? Spraying we eating
I cut em off he was leaching
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail

[Verse]
She tryna ride a nigga like a scooter
She tryna ride a nigga like a uber
I stay prepared I ride around with shooters
I’m talking plugs all over the country
I ain’t just talking bout no rap money
Look at her body damn the shit amazing
I’m in Miami cooling with some Hatians
You talking numbers then we understanding
You talking money you talking a nigga language
She want a nigga to come and jump inside
Drop off a package than I gotta slide
I’m on the road too much a nigga tired
She tryna come and eat a nigga alive
I heard you took from your own homie
12 kicked the door and then posed on me
I told my niggas don’t fold on me

[Hook]
Lil Momma body conceited
Fuck them vouches I ain’t need em
These niggas flaw I could read em
These niggas ain’t slick I could c em
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail
Lil momma body conceited
I read her like telekinesis
? Spraying we eating
I cut em off he was leaching
No I’m not lucci but wish me well
I had to make a living from a bail
I had to make a living from the scale
I had to overnight it in the mail

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas, yeah
Ride with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (its lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crew neck
Ooh, on a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ Tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Trench God, drench God, really
Represent and we the squad, really
TEC got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a truck with the extra
Might use the legs for a necklace

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’mma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’mma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it

I’m pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people fucking with the Reverend
I got a chopper, boy don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and know the password
Gave me his blessings, boy I’m hotter than the last verse

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
The murder’s on the news, all front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy Prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty til’ proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I was on ‘gram entertaining all the rap beefs
We was on the hood goin’ to war on the backstreets
Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon’ get at me
Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet
No more Rollies, I’m just buying more properties
Young niggas watching me, give ’em that game properly
Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly
Don’t let ’em trick you outta your spot
Nigga you gotta be retard or you could treat me out this new Gallardo
Since I been gettin’ it, ain’t miss a season from ricardo
[?] when they see me , know me at Wells Fargo
Still rappin’ like it’s no tomorrow
So I don’t have to stand, let me borrow
And let you in my circle, but that’s coming with a cost though
You don’t work, you gon’ starve yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rockin’ all this ice, I’m just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin’ bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow
Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians
All the hitters got the bitches and I’m MMG
A legend on Collins how they gon’ remember me
Young niggas

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Verse 2: Future]
Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)
Drankin’ purple lean, fuck my sky dive
Ridin’ in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four
Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor
Ten year deal just to wear Diadora
I secure the bag first round, that’s of course
Cocaina white inside, that’s a Porsche
Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport
Young nigga don’t spray the drum in the court
That’s the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork
They running out of info, making rumours, what’s your source?
Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin’ me no choice
Hoes gettin’ exposed, make a nigga cut them short
Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Intro]
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil’ fish, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we goin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m laughin’ to the bank
All new Blue Benny Franks
Pulled up on ’em in the tank, yeah
That guy just a rap guy
I’m so mad fly and he ain’t, ooh
Pussy left me baptised
Gave me head until I faint, woo
I was glowin’ up out Miami
They all cornballs, they can’t stand me
I finesse her out them panties
I hit raw dog, get a Plan B, hoe
Takbar, that my bro, bro
Old school, that my woah, woah
She fuck me on the low, low
Got her on strings, yoyo
She post up for MCM and we like, "That nigga Jojo"
When we out and we see him he always ask for photos

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ate that pussy she lucky (Lucky)
I don’t fuck her she fuck me (fuck me)
5 mil’ cash and tuck it, ooh
Big racks on me buzzin’
I walk up in Neimans, spend 10K just like it’s nothin’
I hang with the demons, they don’t play by me, we cuttin’
Woo, I was coolin’ out Atlanta
Mix the codeine with the Fanta
Off them Perccy’s, I got stamina
I go monkey off that banana, hoe
Get a bad bitch, she gon’ do just what I say
Pull up on her, fast as Uber in that Wraith
She so bad but she say put it on her face
I feel guilty, I might as well just plead my case, hey

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I was on ‘gram entertaining all the rap beefs
We was on the hood goin’ to war on the backstreets
Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon’ get at me
Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet
No more Rollies, I’m just buying more properties
Young niggas watching me, give ’em that game properly
Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly
Don’t let ’em trick you outta your spot
Nigga you gotta be retard or you could treat me out this new Gallardo
Since I been gettin’ it, ain’t miss a season from Ricardo
Tisci when they see me, know me at Wells Fargo
Still rappin’ like it’s no tomorrow
So I don’t have to stand, let me borrow
And let you in my circle, but that’s coming with a cost though
You don’t work, you gon’ starve yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rockin’ all this ice, I’m just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin’ bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow
Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians
All the hitters got the bitches and I’m MMG
A legend on Collins how they gon’ remember me
Young niggas

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Verse 2: Future]
Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)
Drankin’ purple lean, fuck my sky dive
Ridin’ in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four
Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor
Ten year deal just to wear Diadora
I secure the bag first round, that’s of course
Cocaina white inside, that’s a Porsche
Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport
Young nigga don’t spray the drum in the court
That’s the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork
They running out of info, making rumours, what’s your source?
Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin’ me no choice
Hoes gettin’ exposed, make a nigga cut them short
Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Intro]
Tant pis si c’est la loose
On va quand même tenter l’coup
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût
Yeah, tant pis si c’est la loose
On va quand même tenter l’coup
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût

[Refrain 1]
De partir loin d’ici
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, pourquoi être indécis ?
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Couplet 1]
Elle me dit : "Chéri, t’en as pas marre de c’t’endroit ?
J’sais pas pour toi mais, en tous cas, moi, j’y crois
On peut l’faire, on peut l’vivre et, en plus, on en a l’droit
On va pas attendre de mourir de froid
Et, si on fait un p’tit, si jamais on devenait trois
Ce serait bien qu’il respire, ce serait bien qu’il ait l’choix
Ici, y’a pas d’espace, ici, c’est bien trop étroit
Et, pour s’en sortir, c’est un chemin d’croix

[Refrain 2]
Elle me dit : "Loin d’ici"
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, goûtons à l’interdit
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Couplet 2]
J’crois qu’elle n’a pas tort
C’est p’t-être le moment de changer d’décor
Combien rêveraient de posséder un passeport ?
De pouvoir voyager sans vraiment plus d’efforts ?
Même si, quitter Paris, j’avoue que ça fait peur
Trembler devant la vie, c’est pas lui faire honneur
Faut avancer, mettre l’essence dans l’moteur
Pourquoi lui refuser si ça peut faire son bonheur ?

[Refrain 3]
Et partir loin d’ici
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, pourquoi être indécis ?
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Couplet 3]
J’avoue qu’c’est tentant, de s’faire la malle
De tenter l’aventure et de quitter Paname
J’avoue qu’c’est bandant, l’idée d’être à la plage
Loin des buildings et des embouteillages
Si on n’est pas content, y’aura qu’à tourner la page
Et mettre les voiles vers de nouveaux rivages
Quoi d’plus kiffant que d’partir en voyage
D’aller à la rencontre de nouveaux visages ?

[Refrain 4]
Et partir loin d’ici
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, goûtons à l’interdit
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Outro]
Tant pis si c’est la loose (Tant pis)
On va quand même tenter l’coup (Oh, bonne idée)
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze (Bonne idée)
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût (Bonne idée)
Yeah, tant pis si c’est la loose (Bo-bo-bonne idée)
On va quand même tenter l’coup (Bonne idée)
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze (Ouais, les mecs)
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût (Bonne idée)

[Intro]
Si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Dis-moi c’que tu fais ici
Baby, soyons clair et faisons court
À moins qu’tu n’en aies pas envie
Chérie, il ne s’agit pas d’amour
Il ne s’agit que d’une nuit
Lady, si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Alors dis-moi c’que tu fais ici

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Couplet 1]
Là, c’est pas comme si on était en boîte
Là, y’a plus qu’oi-m et, là, y’a plus qu’oi-t
On va quand même pas se mettre à jouer aux cartes
Il faut qu’tu m’expliques pourquoi tu t’écartes
C’est pas désagréable de devoir jouer les farouches
Quand tu t’maquilles et qu’tu t’repeins la bouche
Mais, là, il est l’heure de jouer une nouvelle partoche
D’en mettre un peu partout, c’est l’heure de ta cartouche

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Couplet 2]
On n’est plus des enfants, on n’est plus à l’école
J’veux qu’tu me touches, je veux que tu me colles
C’est plus l’moment de s’échanger nos téléphones
Tape plutôt mon code PIN si tu veux que j’décolle
Ah non, fais pas la gueule, je rigole, je déconne
Oh putain, c’est fou, tout, tout, c’que t’es bonne
J’en perds la boule et puis tant pis si t’es conne
Y’a plus qu’ton boule dont j’entends les paroles

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Couplet 3]
J’arrive pas bien à comprendre
C’que tu fous là, c’que tu fous dans ma chambre
Si c’est pas pour qu’on kiffe, si c’est pas pour qu’on bande
J’suis pas avec ma clique, j’te parle pas de gang-bang
C’est juste toi et moi, il n’y a rien d’étrange
Tu envoies, je renvoie, un peu comme un boomerang
Pourquoi tout ce vacarme ? Mais goûte le silence
J’aime bien quand tu m’parles, mais je préfère ta langue

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Outro]
Si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Dis-moi c’que tu fais ici
Baby, soyons clair et faisons court
À moins qu’tu n’en aies pas envie
Chérie, il ne s’agit pas d’amour
Il ne s’agit que d’une nuit
Lady, si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Alors dis-moi c’que tu fais ici

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan,
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited,
So gon’ and get to clappin’.
Go pop it for a player,
Pop, pop it for me.
Turn around and drop it for a player,
Drop, drop it for me.
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami,
Wake up with no jammies (Nope).
Lobster tail for dinner,
Julio serve that scampi (Julio!)
You got it if you want it,
Got, got it if you want it.
Said you got it if you want it,
Take my wallet if you want it now.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Verse 2]
I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico,
Say the word and we go.
You can be my freaka,
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita.
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep,
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave.
Shopping sprees in Paris,
Everything 24 karats.
Take a look in that mirror,
Now tell me who’s the fairest.
Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Bridge]
If you say you want a good time,
Well here I am baby, here I am baby.
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,
Tell me what’s on your mind (what’s on your mind).
If you want it, girl come and get it,
All this is here for you!
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby,
What you tryna do.

[Outro]
Gold jewelry shining so bright
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night (sex by the fire at night)
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Intro]
I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

[Verse 2]
Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 1: Trina]
Yes! I am the queen
Feed me diamonds
I don’t need a king
A couple mill, work the bling
Plus my back shot mean
And I’m fresh out the coupe
I’m bout to kill the scene!
Blah! Chicks get back! The Baddest Chick back!
And I’mma make it real hard for ya’ll to come back!
I’m flyer than the sky!
New coupe with the top back!
Damn! I’mma bad chick
But ya’ll already know that!
And I’m undefeated
Blowin’ kisses at you haters cause I’m Miami heated!
Tired of playin’ with you lames
I’m shutting down the game
Hope you had a lot of fun
With your little bit of bank
Beat the drum, blow the horn
For the queen of the south
Heres a new Louis bag for you to shut your mouth!
Roll out the red carpet!
Bring the trumpets out!
Cause the word on the street says I own the south!

[Hook: Lil Mo]
If you really want it, baby we got it
We got the fire, you’ve been waiting for
Homies done did it, but watch how we get it!
You can’t keep a strong woman down for long
Cause we taking over
All of my ladies
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We takin over
Don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!
(Think I ain’t taking over)

[Verse 2: Jackie-O]
Jackie-O, Jack, Jack the ripper
Big spender, showing love to the strippers
Time for a zippa, sang the song
Can’t be a queen if you ain’t gotta throne
I hear you knocking but nobodies home
You peaking through my window
Sitting in your windows, I’m gone
I’m in the fast lane, on any corner
And I’m breaking the crack game
You know we keep it real B!
Hoods feel me! One false move
Take you out your misery!
I give ‘em more bounce to the ounce!
I’ma show ‘em things they can’t even pronounce
I talk greasy, I know what the hands do
H2 and I’m blowing trees like yancy
Detroit brick sanders, queen of rap!
Say my name, I’ll blow you off the map!

[Bridge: Lil Mo]
Cause we taking over
All of my ladies
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We taking over
So don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!
Cause we taking over

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
I am that bitch!
Stunt on niggas! Stunt on chicks!
I like to smoke
I need some crip
I got hoes
I need a strip
I got coke
I need a flip
Why sell O’s when I got bricks?
I just get the dough, dont even touch the shit!
And if I blaze, always the purple pip
See the girl how I sets it on fire
I write more than your ghost writer
Ma you’re not hard, your vagina
Your a bone thug, you’re not a fighter
Mic check, my check, your provider
You memorize well
You’re a good reciter
See, the clock ticks and now its my time-a
I’m the best female rhymer!
Ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Mo]
If you really want it, baby we got it
We got the fire, you’ve been waiting for
Homies done did it, but watch how we get it!
You can’t keep a strong woman down for long
Cause we taking over
All of my ladiez
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We takin over
Don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!

[Intro]
Ooh, hey
Ooh, yeah
Hey

[Verse]
Me, yeah, [?]
Hey, oh, no it ain’t Will
Mm, give me some head and some food
I’m just tryna change your mood
Ooh, yeah, check out my moves
Ooh, yeah, check out my moves
I’m making bookoo[?]
I’m making bookoo[?]
Sing it like Luther baby
Sing it like Luther baby
Fuck her, that shawty go brazy
Remember them niggas that played me
You knew them niggas fugazy
I want my bitch getting gravy
Shawty get me right, I’m faded
Shawty get me right, I’m faded
Ooh, let me get out the way
These niggas feel some way
How many racks you make?
I hear my song every day
You know that I’m getting paid
Flex on these niggas fo’ sho
Flex on these niggas fo’ sho
Shawty told me I’m the GOAT
You want it long in your throat
You the type to drop the soap
I wanna cop a boat
Miami for a show
I need a Grammy, I know
I need a Grammy, I know

[Outro]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Ooh, why you in my way?
Why you in my way?
Ooh, get out my way, get out my way, get out my way
Ooh, you on the wave, you on the wave, you on the wave
Ooh, you on the wave, you on the wave
Fu-fu-fuck it
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way

[Intro: Sample]
The time has come where we must learn
The time has come where we must learn

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 1: Fler]
Heute flieg’ ich im Privatjet DJ P-JAY
Meine Bitches – dicke Ärsche, cheat day, cheat day
Rapper gehen Pleite, wollen sich an mir hochzieh’n
Rufen bei mir in Miami an und zahl’n das Roaming
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Auf den Scheinen steht: Franklin, Benja-Benjamin Franklin
Ich bin auf der Stage, du bist der Headliner beim Camping
Heute auf den Festivals, der-der-der Champion
Jeden Tag ein Interview, das Gegenteil von Kurdo
Schieße auch im Dönerladen sowie Shomo
Jede Nacht ‘ne neue Groupie-Hoe, ich bin beschäftigt
Frag’ beim Frühstück wie sie heißt, ich bin vergesslich
Vor Miami Yacine in Miamis Gassen
Hit des Jahres, das muss man Miami lassen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Doch jeden Beef den Flizzy hatte, ohne Happy Ending

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 2: Jalil]
Ah, Jumpman an der Verse, Jumpman bis ich sterbe
Gehe nur in Retrokicks von dieser Erde
Unverschämter Neger lebt wie ein Verschwender
Wisch’ mit Hunis Regentropfen von dem Benzer
Reisetaschen – Louis V, das ist mein Branding
Wenn es Beef gibt, hat die Glock bei Schüssen bestes Handling
Rapper rufen an und woll’n die Friedenspfeife rauchen
Kann euch gerne Kippen mit paar Lila Scheinen kaufen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Checke heut’ mit meiner App den Wagenstatus
Motor und Design sind Bar bezahlt bei Brabus
Das ist kein Fotoshoot, bin jeden Tag so stylisch
Jalil – ein Segen für die Straßen, ich bin heilig
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Bin als Champ’ im Ruhestand wie Peyton Manning

[Hook: Jalil]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Intro:]
Ay, mil, crank up da dunk!

[Hook: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 1:]
Deep in seven duce-dos dogs
Going to the club, coolin’ with the thugs
We gon rock, get high, hope to fly
When we in the 305, we get live (Nigga What!)
I’m looking for some ho to fuck
I’m with my dawgs
And we looking for some hole to fuck
That’s right, gon cop something
We hit the studio with y’all something
Them niggas can hate
Before we clip the Glocks on em
So stop fronting, you know what we all about
We from the same, so you know what we all about
It’s like who the hell
Get your money, get your hoes
We gon put it down for our city
You know how it is
Nigga we loose and we all about I’s
Deep in the club, nigga all of us stars
Get your beef, get your coke, get trees
Get your tokens, get your keys

[Hook]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 2: Kase One]
My attitude must be the justice
Fuck you nigga, I’m quick to clown
And we coming back from the {?} and shit
Hoe nigga, Imma get you now
When I come through, we in a circle
I mean, whoever who in ya circle
Money I do wanna dirty slime
And these many times I got to alert
All your homeboys about to bezerk
And you’re the reason nigga shout Miami
Tours is taking a route for Miami
We keep the hoe niggas out of Miami
So bitches ’bout Miami

[Bridge: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dunk

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
I say kindness is for weakness
These palm trees and blue skies
Is to keep you outta town, nigga speechless
Cause the last thing we need is leeches
You leech ass niggas better stick to those beaches
I’m from the city where the sun’s hot
Fuck sunblock, when them guns cock
Fingers inch, trigger click, guns pop
Oh and problem when them guns blaze
They’ll burn your ass a little more than sideways

[Hook: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 4: Money Mark]
Let’s take it to the streets, where young niggas like me
Come through 7-3 lord draw in the breeze
With a pocket full of cheese, trying get me a beat
Pull up to the club on duces
Only way you get in the front bitch, you best be elusive
No more truce, and all those hoes
Tryna get a nigga dough with some rabbit ass hands
Do me favor, climb in the back of da dunk
Let me pump up da funk, and hit your chin with my jaw
Keep a tech in the trunk
Lay back bitch, but the beat keep me crunk
Come to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
Nigga fuck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery (by the robbery)

[Hook: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Intro: Sample]
The time has come where we must learn
The time has come where we must learn

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 1: Fler]
Heute flieg’ ich im Privatjet DJ P-JAY
Meine Bitches – dicke Ärsche, cheat day, cheat day
Rapper gehen Pleite, wollen sich an mir hochzieh’n
Rufen bei mir in Miami an und zahl’n das Roaming
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Auf den Scheinen steht: Franklin, Benja-Benjamin Franklin
Ich bin auf der Stage, du bist der Headliner beim Camping
Heute auf den Festivals, der-der-der Champion
Jeden Tag ein Interview, das Gegenteil von Kurdo
Schieße auch im Dönerladen sowie Shomo
Jede Nacht ‘ne neue Groupie-Hoe, ich bin beschäftigt
Frag’ beim Frühstück wie sie heißt, ich bin vergesslich
Vor Miami Yacine in Miamis Gassen
Hit des Jahres, das muss man Miami lassen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Doch jeden Beef den Flizzy hatte, ohne Happy Ending

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 2: Jalil]
Ah, Jumpman an der Verse, Jumpman bis ich sterbe
Gehe nur in Retrokicks von dieser Erde
Unverschämter Neger lebt wie ein Verschwender
Wisch’ mit Hunis Regentropfen von dem Benzer
Reisetaschen – Louis V, das ist mein Branding
Wenn es Beef gibt, hat die Glock bei Schüssen bestes Handling
Rapper rufen an und woll’n die Friedenspfeife rauchen
Kann euch gerne Kippen mit paar Lila Scheinen kaufen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Checke heut’ mit meiner App den Wagenstatus
Motor und Design sind Bar bezahlt bei Brabus
Das ist kein Fotoshoot, bin jeden Tag so stylisch
Jalil – ein Segen für die Straßen, ich bin heilig
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Bin als Champ’ im Ruhestand wie Peyton Manning

[Hook: Jalil]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy

[Bridge: Wizkid]
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, high note, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, high note
You make me sing, high note, ay

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Hook: Prospectt]
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

[Verse 1: Prospectt]
I make music for these baddies and the paper trappers
All my niggas eating good you should see the platters
Got a chick out in Atlanta who goin’ ham with hammers
We in defeated in the club that shit hang on banner
Woah they get a video in Haiti then flew in to Punta Cana
I’m gettin’ a status man why I expected the propaganda
You karaoke niggas don’t impress me no
Word in Miami don’t test me though
Lil Haiti uptown what I’m claim on
Cause I’m really Haitian with them Haitians
There you go

[Hook: Prospectt]
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
I, just heard the news
Self made nigga I ain’t paying back the dues
I, leave witchu and we can’t call a truce
I came with some dimes you came with some mulah fuck are yous?
I, got two bad bitches
I, bumped the bed spring up to mattresses
I, got lil mama acting like a savage
She thought she’d never fuck with me I’m way above the averages
I Know
I, pull up in the Rolls
Duckin TMZ I’m tryin’ not to get exposed
Shuffling my hoes in irreversible doors
I been killin’ with these verses think I’m rehearsin’ the flows
This just me and lil [?] she been reworking the stove
It’s just me and lil bro that’s me working at more shit
Pop a perc and pop that pussy for me in the Rolls
She know how I roll she gon do it for me in the Rove
Hardly ever sold but she said she want some closure
I gave her no disclosure but fucked her on the sofa

[Hook: Prospectt]
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

[Intro]
Ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, yeah

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Welcome to the cellar, propelled into a realm
So then you meet me at the elm
Like Del so you could know that I’m funky as ever
Like zero, the pain is down to hill, my brain is made of steel
I crash into your soldiers like bricks thrown by Shaquille O’Neal
The coldest flow in a snow globe, my nigga I’m lost in frost
I never went to college, don’t even listen to Asher Roth
Sometimes I’m a butterfly, most times I feel like a moth
Kill my insecurities because they tried to make me soft
Kill off, you and your posse, if you cross me
Have you so shook you wouldn’t even want to cross streets
Pardon me, niggas be, Madison Square guardin’ me
You could be a statue and you still won’t be as hard as me
Fuck the industry, I only worry about my artistry
Hard to see, RIP my older brother Lotto Tree
Dawg, I’m murdering everything inside my allegory
Come back from the dead I’ll smack you to purgatory

[Chorus]
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!

[Verse 2: Lil Ugly Mane]
Who else but Ugly Mane and Zel
Could rock it so funky as hell
We got it locked like a prison
Got ’em twistin’ on them D’s watching
Speaking facts like 360 degrees drop it
Wisdom, you think you mobbin’ but you isn’t
Miami back to Richmond back to Cali
They gon’ find your body in the alley
Ugly still the ugliest, Ugly still destructive
I’ma lay you down underneath the ground if you fuck with this
Head up in the clouds when the dutch is lit
Puffin’ it, I be acting foul for the fuck of it
Lately its a lot of days I feel hopeless (fuck it)
Its a lot of days I’m feeling like I’m drowning in the ocean
Put your hands on me and your hands gettin’ broken
When I hit the scene it’s like a goddamn explosion
Find me out surrounded by some shooters
They be young and old
Piffing looking crispy I got origami money folds
Ugly Mane, bars played
That blood in my veins be running cold
Running the game I be unapposed
Short fuse, don’t cut it close
Ugly Mane, bars played
That shit I spit be so morose
You better watch your mouth playa
I hit you with that lethal dose

[Chorus]
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!