Tag: New York

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Hook]
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea, my palms itchin’ (cash)
Real grown, ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings

[Verse 1]
Puttin rich niggas’ outta business (talk to ’em)
Told that fuck nigga’ mind they business (hold on, yea)
50K, Momma at the dentist (Momma)
Criminal pack my niggas got that sentence
Think I’m from New York, I got pigeons (brrrrr)
Walkin with that torch, I got decisions (flash)
Keys like Scott Storch, but I like to dish ’em
Runnin’ the point like I’m Fisher, shoot with the missile (skrt, skrt)
Don’t come to the trap unannounced, pull up with the whistle
I’m fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn’t kiss her
They pullin’ up right at yo’ house
So you shouldn’t diss ’em (brrt)
It’s sad to say these niggas controlled by the system (haha)

[Bridge]
I’m from a place where my wings gon’ fly
I got the bags, which one you wanna buy? (buy)
I put ’em in yo’ tongue yea, I put you on the road yea (yea)

When you get them pies, just please drive slow
When you got them pies, you can’t let nobody know
When you get them pies off, you ball like cantaloupe
When you get them pies, you can’t go out like no hoe

This that dope, buying all the dranks’ at the store (drink)
Beatin up the pot sajamo
I got more water than a boat
I’m so geeked up, I can’t feel my four
She only want the drugs for her nose

I am…(You what?)
I am the huncho boss
I wil…(Do what?)
Take one, take one off

[Hook]
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea my palms itchin’, (cash)
Real grown ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings

Lyrics Devvon Terrell – Temperature

Please stop texting me at 3 in the morning
Shawty if you next to me
Got to get up in the morning
f*ck how I’m feeling now
Cause you got in my mind yea
I was just chillen but now you got me
On your time yea
You don’t got to worry about loving me
Do this s**t right here no repercussions (yea)
All I want to hear is that you on your way
Hope in that lyft or Uber come right now
Damn it’s still 3 in the morning
We in LA everything closing
At 2 in the morning
All out of options so you are my options
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your in between talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover
When he texting you girl I don’t notice
Put it on silent so I can focus
We can even put on vibrate yet
Set your Alarm for work in the am.(temperature)

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
I’m sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tell me what’s good baby I’m right here
Tryna feel you out but you still not clear
When you leave me out here I go
So cold don’t know how much
You take me out the zone
Or you be f*cking with me
Slow texting me wonder if you
Playing with me
Are you hot or you cold
Or am I warm yea
Getting closer to you shorty
Right now yea
Giving me the runaround yea
Stop driving round in circles
Like I said hop in that Lyft or Uber
Come right now versuri-lyrics.info
It’s later than 3 in the morning now
If this was New York sun will be up
And that just kills my vibe
We in LA so we got us more time
So slide thru
I just want to be inside you
These are the words of a side dude
I don’t get caught up on titles
I’ll rather sit back and be idol
I need you just the way you need me
I can be your inbetween talking about
A sometimes times kind of lover

It’s so hard to say Goodbye
Cause yesterday oh yea
Cause you was iffy in your feelings (yea)
Sick of playing these games
So I’m checking your temperature.

Oh na na na na na na na na
Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me know.

Tryna feel you out when I kick game
Go to fast let me switch lanes
Is she hot is she cold
Love me not let me knowww.
Devvon Terrell lyrics
Video Devvon Terrell

Gigi:
They are not nice they’re mostly noise
They swear like men, they screw like boys
I know there’s nothing in their hearts
But every time I take one in my arms
It starts, the movie in my mind
The dream they leave behind
A scene I can’t erase
And in a strong G. I’s embrace
Flea this life, flea this place
The movie plays and plays
The screen before me fills
He takes me to New York
He gives me dollar bills
Our children laugh all day
And eat to much ice cream
And life is like a dream
Dream, the dream I love to find
The movie in my mind

Kim:
I will not cry, I will not think
I’ll do my dance i’ll make them drink
When I make love it won’t be me
And if they hurt me i’ll just close my eyes and see
They are not nice their mostly noise
The movie in my mind
They kill like men they die like boys
The dream that fills my head
A man who will not kill, who’ll fight for me instead
He’ll keep us safe all day, so no-one comes at night
To blow the dream away
Dream, the dream I have to find
The movie in my mind

All girls:
And in a strong G. I’s embrace
Flea this life, flea this place

Kim:
A world that’s far away
Where life is not unkind
The movie in my mind

I ain’t gonna eat, I ain’t gonna sleep
Ain’t gonna breathe ’til I see what I wanna see
And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt
Permanently, you just bein’ hurt, this ain’t gonna work

For me, it just wouldn’t be, sufficient enough
‘Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don’t ever see, either of us
Comin’ to terms, where we can agree

There ain’t gonna be, no reasonin’, speakin’ wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
So we gonna beef and keep on beefin’, unless
You’re gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh

And settle this face to face and you’re gonna see
A demon unleashed in me that you’ve never seen
And you’re gonna see this gangster pee on himself
I see you D-12 and thanks but me need no help

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don’t need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I’m seein’ you, me and you only
We never met but best believe you gon’ know me
When I’m this close, to see you exposed as phony

Come on bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that’s what I thought, you’re pitiful
I’m rid of you, all of you, Ja, you’ll get it too!

Now go to sleep bitch
Die, motherfucker, die
Ugh, time’s up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch, what?
Die motherfucker die
Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah
(We got you niggaz, nervous)
Go to sleep bitch

On purpose, to hurt your focus, you’se not MC’s, you’se worthless
You’se not them G’s, you’se a circus, you’se no appeal
Please, you’se curtains, you use words, cool heard
Slurred in two thousand third

You’se purpin’, you’se no threat, who’s ya servin’?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice’s birth

And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse

And as I breathe and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You’se not the streets, you’se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two’s choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that’s the debt

Now go to sleep bitch
Die, motherfucker, die
Ugh, time’s up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch, what?
Die motherfucker die
Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah
(Hey dog, I’ma walk like a beast)
Go to sleep bitch

Talk like the streets
I’ma stay blazin’ New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain’t sleet, what?

Peep how I’m moving, peep where I’m going
Shit don’t seep, then sleep not knowin’
But I’ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy going with the same one that started the fight

He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon’ bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it’s dog for life
Grand champ and my Blood Line is tight, what?
‘Cuz it’s all good, yeah, it’s all right, come on

Niggas tried to holla but couldn’t holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line and we can go track for track
Damn dog, why’d you have to do them niggas like that?

Now go to sleep bitch
Die, motherfucker, die
Ugh, time’s up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?

And go to sleep bitch, what?
Die motherfucker die
Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch, what?
Why are you still alive?
Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah
Go to sleep bitch

All you motherfuckers, take that
Here, take this too, bitch, uh, uh, uh, uh
We’re killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
Fake ass gangsters, no more press, no more press!

Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay
In the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless, no more fame!
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let’s go

[Verse 1]
Girl you’re like a model on a Soho street
Walking on air like you own it
It’s like I’m sipping on a bottle in a penthouse suite
You’re lighting me up and I’m glowing

[Pre-Chorus]
With that just right Friday night curl in your hair
Got my heart beating louder than Madison Square
That electric energy
Something tells me you’re gonna keep me going til the morning light
Girl your like

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like
New York at night

[Verse 2]
A party ain’t a party girl til you walk in
Cause where you are is where everything happens
You could spin the globe and no matter where it lands
Kick your feet up and call it Manhattan

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re like a Tiffany mannequin down on 5th Avenue
Making every other woman wishing they could be you
That electric energy
Something tells me you’re gonna keep me going til the morning light
Girl your like

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That Uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like
New York at night

Girl you’re like a model on a Soho street
Walking on air like you own it

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That Uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like

[Chorus]
New York at night
(I ain’t gonna be sleeping)
New York at night
(Girl you got me feeling)
Empire high
That Uptown something
Its got me coming alive
Baby you’re like
New York at night

[Outro]
New York at night
Empire high

[Intro]
And you didn’t come here for me let’s talk about it
‘Cause if you would of came here for me that would of been planned
You would’ve put me on
You ain’t say oh I’m coming this I’m coming that
You tell me one thing and always do another
‘Cause let me know, ’cause you not a man of your word
That’s the reason why. So let’s talk about it
Oh, you come here for nothing
No, you came here for what?
You have no type of communication at all
So get up out my comments

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way one call yeah
Count it up and its all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

[Verse 1]
Told her talk to me nice, talk to me nice
I say it once, I won’t say it twice
Okay might say it twice, because I’m kinda high
Even though I’m so evil, I still look at the sky
And I ask why

Why I treat her like my dog, yeah
We supposed to be all here
She got different color long hair
Pull up coupe two small chairs
Took That girl right in the club
Felt the booty and its all there
So smooth so its all nair
Heard she talk to a ball player (what?) its cool
Heard she talk to a ball player but you know I keep it all player
And I heard he ain’t a star player
I’m not worried I’m a heartbreaker
I’m in outer space on Mars faded
I’m not tryna make it R Rated
But my niggas look like Darth Vader

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it’s all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

[Verse 2]
I was in a dream, yeah I used to dream
I was all a dream
Now I’m in reality, don’t need those
It’s fantasy, what I see, sleep when I’m woke
Real ones can’t die, only multiply
I know something it ain’t right, how you put me to the side
When I called your phone, you said I was lying
How am I lying? I just pulled up to my show
I’m still on the grind
Heard you got a chauffeur (woo)
Talk to me nice, Talk to me nice
Heard she a doll when she [?]
Ride it like a bike, bust me like a Sprite
Load up the jet in New York tonight

[Hook]
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice, talk to me nice
You know I’m gon’ ball yeah
No way I could fall yeah
They predicted next fall yeah
Look at them like aw yeah
Talk to me, talk to me nice
Talk to me nice, talk to me nice
Or dont talk to me at all yeah
On the way, one call yeah
Count it up and it’s all there
Water hittin’ look like small tears

[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, your bitch, she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

[Verse]
You going think she has the formula
You going think a nigga ball wit’ her
All shots, keep it going with her
Trying the meals and meals and meals
Everytime I get a check, I’mma flex up on the jet
And bills and bills and bills
I’mma run it through a bear
Run into a building, trills and trills and trills
My bitch, coco (huh) and she loco
Kickin’ hard like a dojo (huh)
I’m bouncin’ hard like the pogo
Running hard when I go slow
She body hard when I go slow
We gon’ feel all night, have sex on cam, on the GoPro
Driving that broad in that new ‘Ghini
Got couple broads in burkinis
Head to the bar Suit fitting
[?]
Niggas talkin’ like they know about it
What the fuck is niggas gonna do to me?
Livin’ old, nothin’ new to me
In the club, niggas blew 50
I get the guala, I get that
I’m from New York, when you talk shit
Niggas run and put your shit back
Big Draco make your ribs crack
[Ripping puzzles like big shaq’s?]
Whippin’ pies into big checks
I’m that big McDonald nigga
I be stackin’ ends on a big Mac

[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

Lyrics Desiigner – Formula

My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, your b*tch, she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My b*tch, coco versuri-lyrics.info
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula.

You going think she has the formula
You going think a nigga ball wit’ her
All shots, keep it going with her
Trying the meals and meals and meals
Everytime I get a check, I’mma flex up on the jet
And bills and bills and bills
I’mma run it through a bear
Run into a building, trills and trills and trills
My b*tch, coco and she loco
Kickin’ hard like a dojo
I’m bouncin’ hard like the pogo
Running hard when I go slow
She body hard when I go slow
We gon’ feel all night, have s*x on cam, on the GoPro
Driving that broad in that new ‘Ghini
Got couple broads in a new ..
Head to the bar ..
..
Niggas talkin’ like they know about it
What the f*ck is niggas gonna do to me?
Livin’ old, nothin’ new to me
In the club, niggas blew 50
I get the guala, I get that
I’m from New York, when you talk s**t, niggas run and put your s**t back
Big Draco make your ribs crack
[Ripping broads in the big shacks
Whippin’ pies into big checks
I’m that big McDonald nigga
I be stackin’ ends on a big Mac.

My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (yeah)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Migos, Ferg
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas ’cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on the ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin’ my J
Another deal with Adidas cause I’m feelin’ like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got ’em swimmin’ in cash
I don’t even throw the money, sit the brick on the ass

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All these dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Quavo]
Stars in the ceilin’, Wraith top
Who dat rich mothafucka named Takeoff?
Bad bitch ass soft, beat her face off
Lawyer Jew, was ’bout that paper, knock that case off
(Quavo)
Ice shine bright, one hell of a night (ice)
Once I hit it one time bet I make her swipe (cash)
Beat the pussy, Ike, Mike Tyson bite (woo)
Early AM on the red eye flight
A1 dope, nigga can’t forget the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York ’bout that thread talk, put on when Ferg call
Brr brrHello, what’s up? Yeah it’s my brother Ferg
Double park that Bentley on the Harlem curb (brrr)
I can flip a pigeon and a dirty bird (brrr)
Chopper with precision
You better mind your business

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew

[Bridge: A$AP Ferg]
All these bricks and money I been stackin’
All dollars bustin’ through the plastic
1800 got me blastin’
I’ma keep the money comin’, keep dancin’
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin’ nasty

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat, tryna get up in my crew

[Intro]
We in New York, you dig
Private Club, you dig
Of course, you dig
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Cashing out (racks)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (wham)
Pullin’ out (skrt skrt)
Now that bitch is fiending out (racks)
Cashing out (ooh)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (skrt skrt)
Pullin’ out
Now that bitch is fiending out (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I put in work, you call off work
Ooh, fuck off a perk (skrt skrt)
You do the worst, I do the best
I want a buzz on the chest, uh
Daddy as fuck, pushin’ your luck
Uh, we getting bucks, uh
Nowadays runnin’ up, uh
Lil nigga push your luck, yeha
I got tricks like a kick flip
Gassed up like a Kwik Trip
I did it first, I did it first
I want a test with a verse, uh
Tired of comparison
Young nigga, yeah it’s so embarrassin’
Fuck up her hair again
My shawty bad, yeah she arrogant

[Chorus]
Cashing out (racks)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (wham)
Pullin’ out (skrt skrt)
Now that bitch is fiending out (racks)
Cashing out (ooh)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (skrt skrt)
Pullin’ out
Now that bitch is fiending out (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Lil mama wanna top me
Yeah girl, go sloppy
Fix the flow and they copy
Spanish girl call me papi
Chain on Murakami, yeah
Chain on Murakami, uh
Tokyo where you find me
Labels all wanna sign me, uh
Talking out
Pussy boy, watch your mouth, uh
Rocking out
Diamonds always hanging out, uh
Give me head ’til I’m dead
Bitch I’m acting out, uh
Undercover jacket bitch
What your fashion ’bout?

[Chorus]
Cashing out (racks)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (wham)
Pullin’ out (skrt skrt)
Now that bitch is fiending out (racks)
Cashing out (ooh)
Smokin’ stank, I’m passin’ out (gas)
Niggas hurt, always got my name in they mouth (pause)
Watchin’ out (ooh)
Watch who you bring in my house (skrt skrt)
Pullin’ out
Now that bitch is fiending out (yeah)

[Outro]
You already know what it is
Spanish girls treat me like I’m J Balvin
You already know what goin’ on

[Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush

Jajaja
Yeh yeh yeh
Aquí pasamos moñas por el TSA
Las putas se montan fácil como en GTA
200 cajas de paper que pedí en eBay
En P.R. ya es legal yo firme la ley

Fumando como Snoop Dogg y Wiz Kha
Las gatas quieren kush no quieren friska
Prendí un bastón como el de la brisca
2 phillies se queda bizca

Lo que tú estás haciendo yo lo hice primero
Bebé ese novio tuyo es medio culero
Yo ando por New York con un par de cuero
Y piles puestos pa’ to’ estos cabrones hacerles fiero

Yo tengo agricultores como Piculín
Los ojos rojos como el Chapulín
Hoy se me olvido beberme la Ritalin
Pero las 602 las baje con lean

Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush

[Farruko]
Farru’
Lo prendo y me pierdo en el humo
Y floto cada vez que fumo
Casuleando voy en la nave, nave
No corro por la de nadie, nadie
No confió en nadie, nadie
Porque aquí no se sabe, sabe
Quien es quien
Uoh

Las libras yo las compro y llegan por FedEx
Traidor limpiar paquete next day in express
Del celular traqueo con el GPS
Y el shipping se lo cobramo’ al bobo de tu ex
Que tiene un guille de bichote y lo que fuma es regular
Sintéticas de esas que venden por ahí en los puestos legal
Que le baje a la movie que pa’ acá no venga a frontear
Que somos millonarios acabo de comprar par de crepa sembrar

[Bad Bunny]
Mil de estos cabrones me quieren matar
La vida es una y la tengo que aprovechar
No sé si esto es un sueño o será real
Antes de irme pa’ otro mundo te quiero probar

Cuando muera yo no sé pa’ donde voy
Si pa’l cielo o pa’l infierno o me quedo donde estoy
Al carajo el mañana sólo pienso en hoy
No vo’ a cambiar así es que soy, yeh

[Farruko]
Pero ahora estoy pa’l krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush

[Bad Bunny]
Los maliantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Los gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
To’a las putas quieren kush

[Outro]
Yeh yeh
Jeje
Bad Bunny baby bebé
Farru’
TrapxFicante
Jeje
Yeh yeh yeh
Alex Killer
(Alex Killer)
Hear This Music
Hear This
Trap Kingz bebé
Nosotros tenemos la corona del trap cabrones
Rvssian

Huh, it’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
Huh

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I’ve been ridin’ through the west dodgin’ paparazzi (huh)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy (brrr)
Damn I’m dressed fresh to death, stepping out the coffin (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh, it’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta guap
This bitch so bad that she deserve a whole lot of props
If ye ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and I ain’t even her father
She let her call me daddy, I treat her like pops
It’s Gucci

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 3: Bebe Rexha]
Multicolor [?], with the swimmin’ fishes
Mothafucka I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t never speak or talk, all you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Ridin’ up in the Tesla, it’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail outta Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes on you, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, yeah
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car dropped (alright)
Revenge of the have and the have-nots (truuuu)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute
But her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the Macbook computer
Tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress, passion, satisfaction
Aw

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & 2 Chainz]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it, bow, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (boom, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it (tell ’em)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it (tru)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz]
It’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh?)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
Bitch you lookin’ at the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
Why so up on my heels? I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi (huh?)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, all these hoes is salty (burrr)
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out a coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This bitch so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 3: Bebe Rexha]
Multi-color fuschia bar with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak the talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little viscious
Privates from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the Macbook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Ow

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & 2 Chainz]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
True

Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t from muhfuckin’ New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man fuck ‘Pac that nigga West Coast
That fucker that always with them New York niggas
Seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain’t from the West Coast
Man fuck ‘Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain’t really down
Rapin’ ass nigga I didn’t do it fuck it with that nigga
Fuck that nigga man fuck that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
And fuck that nigga fuck that nigga fuck you too nigga

I’m in this, motherfucker
I guess these muthafuckas tryin’ to take me out the business right
I guess I ain’t East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
And I ain’t West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
Fuck e’rybody

Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air
If you got jeep make ya speakers pop
I want motherfuckin’ police tryin’ to pull niggas over on this one
We takin’ this one to the whole ‘nother level gutter style thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain’t dead yet

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin’ to hide ya hoes
I’m gettin’ high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin’ life like a G
In that artillery keepin’ niggas off of me
I can’t sleep livin’ in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see I’m stackin’ G’s and heat
You can holler if you want to, please!!
I ain’t runnin’ with no punk crew be, bleed!!
Enemies and my range is on, you’re in the danger zone
My fuckin’ game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin’ and bustin’ them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
It’s like they stuck from makin’ niggas duck from Glocks
And all the time, my mind’s full of thoughts of ends
I’m still rollin’ my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucker screamin’ like the demon’s inside
Will ’em away in the mornin’, only the strong survive
I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride
Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die
Cemetery full of brothers I buried it’s goin’ down
Even now I wonder will I still be around
My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild
I came up out this dust with my heartless style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss
Listenin’ to Mr. Magic
Cuttin’ up the hits And even though I had a habit
Makin’ words rhyme I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin’ but truth
Halloween throwin’ eggs from the project roofs
And Pete and Lee young G’s with a gift of gab
Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama’s cookin’, no school straight hookin’
And tryin’ to get with light skinned cause she good lookin’
And jumpin’ over turnstiles cause we ain’t payin’
Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin’
I’m prayin’ I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
Had to move to the West to regain my style

These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style (my nigga scream)
Niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas don’t know my style
These, niggas don’t know my style
Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the mothafuckin’ cross, but my force was wild
Mothafuckin’ bitches

Swear y’all know nigga
Ever heard motherfucka say all in Kool-Aid know the flavor hahha
You mothafuckas all in my motherfuckin’ LP and don’t know the beat
This shit thuggish, fo’ life, I told y’all, it’s album three see
G sound, freestyle
Motherfuckin’ Young Thugs in this motherfucker

Pierre, you wanna come out here?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayyy.

I came up on one and made it two, ayy
That b***h tryna link, b***h it’s too late
Lotta lead up in my cup, used to be Kool-Aid
Hologram all on these busters like the Bluray
How your man be switching up over some loose change?
Goin’ in like Liu Keng, ’til a nigga too paid
We got Henny and the D’usse
She a freaky lil b***h, she bad
Suck me up and my boxers rip
Diamonds hittin’, yeah boxin’ b***h.

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayy.

I do numbers, Bentley truck no Hummer
Shitting on these niggas, call the plumber
Ain’t nothing to talk about
Wrist on bust down, hold it out
I bought a pint just to pour it out
F**k her one time and I kick her out
She say I’m rude
Boyfriend call, I’m killing the mood
Go to the moon versuri-lyrics.info
Run up on me, get hit with a boom
Gucci on my glasses
I don’t want no Bally
B***h I’m in New York
I’m smoking Cali, I got salad.

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayyy.

Lyrics Jay Critch – Talk about

Pierre, you wanna come out here?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayyy.

I came up on one and made it two, ayy
That b***h tryna link, b***h it’s too late
Lotta lead up in my cup, used to be Kool-Aid
Hologram all on these busters like the Bluray
How your man be switching up over some loose change?
Goin’ in like Liu Keng, ’til a nigga too paid
We got Henny and the D’usse
She a freaky lil b***h, she bad
Suck me up and my boxers rip
Diamonds hittin’, yeah boxin’ b***h.

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayy.

I do numbers, Bentley truck no Hummer
Shitting on these niggas, call the plumber
Ain’t nothing to talk about
Wrist on bust down, hold it out
I bought a pint just to pour it out
F**k her one time and I kick her out
She say I’m rude
Boyfriend call, I’m killing the mood
Go to the moon versuri-lyrics.info
Run up on me, get hit with a boom
Gucci on my glasses
I don’t want no Bally
B***h I’m in New York
I’m smoking Cali, I got salad.

What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talkin’ no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walkin’ around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shits got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type to change a nigga’s mood, ayyy.
Jay Critch lyrics
Video about

[Intro: El-P]
I’ll flood the speakers with heat seekers
And keep sneakers cleaner than nunnery pussy evening of Easter
I’ll leave my prints on her keister, I suck the clit and release it if it will please her
I’ll kneel to her, best believe make a meal of her…
Thank you

*Snapping*

(Yes, yes, brilliant)

[Verse 1: El-P]
Told the preacher I love her, he said that God was her lover
I said if he really loves her then he would love that we’re lovers
I walk around in a bubble, a fucking scoundrel in trouble
In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble
Give me a ten, and I’ll double, I’ll split your face like some aces
I got a fragrance I’m wearing called, "I will shit on you basics."
The money wants me to have it, I have a hunger for data
I’m crunching numbers and crack unbreakable safes while I’m at it
I’m doing more than just rapping you have to grant me that dap
When you around where I’m at just know that it is not where you at
I’m not on your map, I’m a mystery to you captains of industry
If the ‘matic is missing me automatic, it’s victory
Hey!

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
We the grimy and gritty, made it the Grammy committees
Got told that we spit it too vicious and would never see victory
And I refuse to play humble as though my dick itty bitty
I got banana dick, your bitch go apeshit if she hit it
Meanwhile, you’re too nervous, pervis, that’s why you never get service
And me, I caught the preacher’s wife workin’ ‘fore Sunday service
I put my hand up her skirt and then we prayed for a purpose
I baptized her in Jesus name, left her shakin’ and squirtin’
Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school and did that shit there on purpose
See, I’m a pervert with purpose that make you question your purpose
Run the Jewels’ll arrive at arenas, bunch of blood thirsty hyenas
To get revenge on the kingdoms that killed the dreams of the dreamers
Drank alcohol for the demons, sip lean with all of the schemers
You see he groove with the people, move with the mind of a genius
You see, he workin’ the angles so he ain’t never an angel
They wanna get you to hang him, well give them fuckers a finger

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

[Verse 3: El-P]
Welcome to fuckyoupalooza, we bruisin’ any who movin’
Who wanna stan’ for these douches, you raise a hand and you lose it
I hold the door for old ladies, run into fires and save babies
I went to school in the eighties, taking the train with the crazies
New York, New York is the mothership where I used to smoke dust and shit
Now, I’m crop dustin’ fuckers, suck it up and you’ll love the shit
No more games, I’m above the shit, butter me up for nothing
I’m taking all of your ducats ’cause I can call when you’re bluffing

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Who thought the son of Denise would be the leader of people?
When he was your house at Morehouse, slangin’ pounds of the reefer
Sat with potential presidents and said the p should be legal as reparations
For what this nation has done to my people
I’m a pervert, a poet, I ain’t a saint, and I know it
Been a crook and cooked the books but never shorted no whores
Promoters comp me the Moet, I’m the man and I know it
I’m the shit, Bitch, tell me, how could I not show it?

[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I’m the shit bitch
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit

[Intro: Kranium]
Oh God, yeah, mmm

[Verse 1: Kranium]
When me touch down, bend or bruk down
In the late night, me and her locked up
Shift her dress to the side ride the shotgun, mmm
Inna me dark glass, cut off shorts , clarks well clean
Touch the road with the bloodclat team
See a gyal deh pon a corner a cry and a scream
You know seh di boss haffi intervene
She said, her man nah gi her di time
So of course, you know seh, me go gi her the whine
Now she seh how me is a one of a kind
And that’s how she became mine, man seet deh

[Chorus: Kranium]
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She want a rich nigga, not a broke one
She a boss too, she get her own money
Slim thicky with her booty and she know a nigga love that shit
I love that shit
She got a man, oh well, I’m like so what?
What that nigga got to do with us?
So we lost in the moment
And I’m deep in your ocean
I bet he can’t believe that

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 3: Kranium]
Know the whole place a talk bout
The yute from New York, that give her the sparks
Inna me straight jeans pants and me wallabee clarks
The boy say how me no inna him the class
True, him a give her all of the money in the world
Never know seh he woulda lose him girl to a regular yute
But I give her all the time and plus she say me well cute
Man seet deh

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

[Verse 4: WizKid]
Your gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Give me whine so, give me whine so
My gyal come give me likkle whine so
Give me likkle whine so
Give me whine so
Show me love, gyal, free your mind
Give a likkle whine and I’ma make you mine
Yup, pretty gyal, I make you mine
I know you didn’t come alone, that’s why you really shy
Baby girl, come free your mind
Man you love to keep, I wanna hold you tight
Baby girl, I hold you tight
I wanna squeeze, wanna tease, wanna please, wanna please
Baby girl, I want it one more time, yup

[Chorus: Kranium]
Him can’t believe I, can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God
Can’t believe I, him can’t believe I
Take him girl away from me, oh God

Ah hah, yeah, yeah
(Niico)

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

Yes, everything spicy, bumboclaat
Everything spicy, eh? bumboclaat’s truth, right? [?]
Wah gwan, wah gwan, boy
Everything bumboclaat spicy, yeah, yeah
Everything spicy [?] steam dem, curry dem
Everything good
Alright, watch out [?]

[Pre-Chorus: French Montana]
For real
And yeah, we comin’ for the kill
Warrior
With the formula

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yeah, yeah
My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered
Nobody seen, nobody heard
They left us on the corner, wanna kill us here
Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier
My homie Max bought a hundred years
His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears
Now I’ma ride for my dawg
In a foreign place on the call, you know?
Around like a foreigner
Golden State Warrior
Same bars by the show, you know
One show, what you get for a tar, you know
You want my face on the wall you know
Fuck niggas’ motive was my motivation
Money on the floor, built the foundation
On top, no safe, no combination
Baby, be my motivation

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Frass, dem never give mi this, mi earn it
Dem a act like mi nuh deserve this
If mi did relapse, dem would a hurt mi
Dem seh mi good but mi still carry a one thing wid mi
Laugh wid dem but I don’t trust dem
Anybody diss a inna ground wi a send, send dem
Uptown have the tall up dem (queng)
Dem bless mi papa strong
But mi know the pussy dem

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Verse 3: Alkaline & French Montana]
From you a work you have the formula
Tower Hill have the formula
Lee Milla have the formula
New York got the formula
UK got the formula
Hit Jamaica for the formula
Blood in my eyes from the war, enuh
Me for real, we come up for the kill
Me and warrior came back with the formula
Kick down door, enuh?

[Chorus: Alkaline]
Dem nae waan wi yah
Wi cut and come back with the formula
Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson song, enuh?
When wi a work, dem did a laugh, enuh?
No blood inna mi yiy, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh?
Wi find the formula
Fi mek the money fi wi family, yeah
Yeah, yeah, like it’s the formula

[Outro: Alkaline]
For real, they know we comin’ for the kill
Warrior, comin’ with the formula
The biggest bumboclaat chune, eh?
New York, Miami, London, eh?
East Africa, America, eh?
Bumboclaat!

I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Outro]
Montana!

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 1]
Young Blood, 212 with a 12 gauge pump
Try to bring the foreigns out, hit the hood like Trump
Hills party like Women’s March, piranhas killin’ sharks
You ain’t built, don’t talk too much cloth
Mi young boys hit you, have you drippin’ too much sauce
Hooked up to the IV, yeah, few months off
Snipe squad, roof top, dump, [?]
Wanna catch me slippin’ like they caught Meek on the steps
Yeah, baby tryna find her way, but it ain’t [?]
Twice as much, baby, you ain’t twice is more
Caught a crib on the west side, Selena
Started from the block with a pack, shawty mad

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Verse 2]
Too many stories, too many pages
Too many real niggas in too many cages
Too many fake niggas with too many faces
Too many war stories, on too much medication
Put the game in a chokehold, squeeze ’til ain’t nothin’ left
Too many round
Peel my top back, watch crystal meth
Too much cut coke, too much floss
There’s too much cutthroat, there’s too many bosses
Puff about to hit a billi’, I’m on a hundred mil’ burglary
I know you heard of me, fresh off that [?] surgery
Put some gravel in your [?] (too much talk)
Know you heard of us, nigga, talkin’ New York

[Chorus]
I copped a house on the hills on the west side
I’m out in Cali smokin’, shorty, we blazin’
Kept a 100, 100 strong on the east side
Hit the hood, they be goin’ crazy
Too much hate, too much hate
Too much pay, too much pay
Too much talk, too much talk
Too much cloth, too much cloth
Too much floss, I take two months off
Two months off, too much talk
Too much cloth, haaan

[Outro]
Montana!

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we [?]
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Ain’t no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like [?]
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the [?]
Red cross [?]
Bout to swish this shit up like I’m Mase
I beat this case but I don’t drink but I bought a case
My diamonds [?] call me [?]
I’m out in the streets bout to motherfuckin’ race

[Hook: Duggie]
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
[?] I’m fresher than a [?]
Cops get off me
I called it y’all, I’m handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1: Shabazz PBG]
Rap niggas on fan shit, walk down on some man shit
Play with my Dons we stalking your shit
Play with my cash your ass gon’ get hit
Spend ten on my damn fit, double C on the bad bitch
FN this a hand stick, go to New York like a damn Knick
Sipping foo like now your ass sick
Dolan on the beat you know its a hit
Glock 23 and it came in a package
AR Pistol put it under the mattress
Landed in Vegas I picked up the work
Fucked up the beat then I fucked up the curb
Shooters creeping and they wait for the word
Around the ops playing man hunt
50 round leave your man slumped
Lil bitch

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1]
New York isn’t New York
Without you, love
So far in a few blocks
To be so low

And if I call you from First Avenue
Where you’re the only motherfucker in the city
Who can handle me

[Verse 2]
New love
Wasn’t true love
Back to you, love
So much for a home run
With some blue bloods

If I last-strawed you on 8th Avenue
Where you’re the only motherfucker in the city
Who can stand me

[Chorus]
I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

[Verse 3]
New York isn’t New York
Without you, love
Too few of our old crew
Left on Astor

So if I trade our ‘hood
For some Hollywood
Where you’re the only motherfucker in the city who would
Only motherfucker in the city who would
Only motherfucker in the city who’d forgive me

[Chorus]
I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

I have lost a hero
I have lost a friend
But for you, darling
I’d do it all again

[Intro: Nas, Travis Scott & DJ Khaled]
I know I said Nas album done
We the Best Music!
But we got one more to do first
Straight up
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
150 stack it all in my Gucci jacket
50 more in the Goyard, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got the mansion on the island
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got them bitches flyin’ private
It’s secured, it’s secured
Foreign bitches and they wildin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
100 mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 1: Nas]
I’m principle driven, only real ones feel me
Most needed protection from the OG’s to get bigger
No disrespect to them, but I never needed them older niggas
Or so we thought speedin’ through life like
The speed of sound – what your life like?
Momma stressin’, seen the ratchets in the dresser
She not askin’ questions
Seen the vests, seen other kids in the caskets restin’
Life ill, ’cause most of my niggas in jail
For them it was hustle or death, I reshuffled my deck
I gave myself a good hand
Probably ran through a hundred million
Per decade, I’m not phased, and I could spot ya
A hundred million before you could ever spot grays
Chili Fritos in the helicopter
Money can’t get that ghetto out’cha

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
150, stack it all in my Gucci jacket
50 more in the Goyard, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got the mansion on the island
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got them bitches flyin’ private
It’s secured, it’s secured
Foreign bitches and they wildin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
100 mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 2: Nas]
Watch out for insecure niggas
They take your soul out your body, they not secure
I pray the Lord stop a opp before I go backwards
Resort to violent reactions
That’s childish, my life’s a dream to rappers
Afraid they moments have past ’em
It’s all different hustles (Straight up!)
Niggas movin’ bricks
Young niggas rappin’, doin’ shows, hittin’ they licks
Everybody holdin’ shmoney in pics
Don’t get robbed, boy, is you dumb?
All them swipers gettin’ it how it come (Yep!)
43, morally ambiguous, you serious?
Gettin’ it, lyricist, idiots, you ain’t nearin’ this
Out of New York’s biggest and richest
I’m the template, low-key the busiest
The game chose me, deal with it
So I’m the quiet type, Mr. One Mic
But silently listen, use the same letters to spell it right
So hear me, from Nasty I’m mature
Here’s another appetizer
Khaled, we did it again, let Travis take us higher!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
150 stack it all in my Gucci jacket
50 more in the Goyard, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got the mansion on the island
It’s secured, it’s secured
Got them bitches flyin’ private
It’s secured, it’s secured
Foreign bitches and they wildin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
100 mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
It’s secured, it’s secured
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
A hundred mil’, keep on pilin’
It’s Nasir and Travis and Khaled
That’s right: Khaled Khaled

[Vince Staples, Kilo Kish]
New York, New York
Bright lights and dark skies
If I die today
Would you even know I existed?
Would you see my fate?
How I love you so
When you are so far away
You’re in my skin, above my brim, and
If I shall pass away
New York, New York
Bright lights and dark skies
If I die today
Would you even know I existed?
Would you see my fate?
How I love you so
When you are so far away
You’re in my skin, above my brim, and
If I shall pass away
Gunshot

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Is your house big? Is your car nice?
Is your girl fine? Fuck her all night?
Is you well paid? Are your shows packed?
If your song played, would they know that?
How the thug life? How the love life?
How the workload? Is your buzz right?
Do the trap jump? Is the plug right?
Got your head right? Boy, yeah right

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Pretty woman wanna slit the wrist
Pretty woman wanna be a rich man’s bitch
Pretty women want a couple kids
Pretty women want a new ass, new lips
Pretty women wanna push a Benz
Come correct and she won’t let you in
Thumbin’ through a check, she gets it in
Diamonds on your neck, is them pretend?

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Bridge: Kućka]
Got an enemy that changes dependin’ what direction
You’re facin’
Got an enemy that tells you what block and what division
You’re placed in
You pretend to get a better idea about the lifestyle
You’re chasin’
Keep pretendin’, make it real until every cell replaced, erased

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Pop ’til it’s vacant
Pop ’til the wrist pop
Pop ’til he shakin’
Pop like four on the floor been in rotation
No allegation
Popular demand, I understand my name is only for conversation
New York nigga be like "deadass"
L.A. nigga be like "on the dead homies"
I was off the porch like Fed-Ex
211, got bread on me
K-Dot twilight the zeitgeist
Roll like fried rice and tempura shrimp
Temporary pimp, nah, don’t remember them
Just canary yellow gem, jumping out the fuckin’ gym
Swang like new Dana Dane, I ride dirty
Paid like two Damon Wayans, retire early
Fade like shadows, the stallion, the cattle
A bitches decision for you, is narrow
Collision, the money, and fame, the pharaoh
The physic, the chemist, the lame
Collateral for Kendrick whenever exchange
Compatible for riches with more to gain
I said, nigga, yeah right
I don’t fair fight but I bear fight
Lookin’ for my next roadkill for the headlight
Hangin’ on my last four kills for the highlights
My life, hiii life, high five, bye, bye

[Chorus: Vince Staples]
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right)
Boy yeah right, yeah right, yeah right
(Boy yeah)

[Intro]
Ultimate

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Equalizer, synthesizer
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
I got the shit that could take out New York
I do not fuck with the population
Contemplation killing competition
Confrontation, reevaluation
You don’t want to see the revelation
Straps looking like a lederhosen

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Stop, doctor said he couldn’t hold on
Cut, motherfucker I am Logan
N-I-G-G-A Attila The Hun
Mixed with Bishop Magic Juan
I got the fuckin’ magic wand
I am the ugly, I am so ugly
With the face, only ya mother could love me
Nothing is lovely, only get loneliness
Phoniness, only resides on the tongue
Sun is never radiant, coming undone
So instantaneous, it is begun
No way escaping it though
Suicide thoughts with the murder I wrote
Death from anonymous, broken my promises
Feeling that I will return later on
Fuck it, it’s Halo, I wouldn’t respawn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Equalizer, synthesizer
Ultimately, I will brutalize ya
I got the shit that could take out New York
I do not fuck with the population
Contemplation killing competition
Confrontation, reevaluation
You don’t want to see the revelation
Straps looking like a lederhosen
Stop-

[Verse 2: Ronny J]
I fucked that bitch, she’s a fake, yuh
I got the drugs in my vape, yuh
Niggas straight [?] late, yuh
All of your diamonds is fake, yuh
Most of these niggas is waste, yuh
I got the session in case, yuh
New burly king with the fade
Keep my bitches like my diamonds, in place, yuh
Ice bag on my nuts
Watch what I’ve been on
Birch trees on my chest
Put that [?], yuh
I fucked that bitch right to sleep, yuh
I gotta battle my friends
I have got no time to waste
I hit a lick, I hit a lick
I hit a lick, it not real
Check my account and I double up
I make them bands in the day
I make them bands in the day, yuh
I hit a lick, it not real
Check my account and I double up
I make them bands in the day
I make them bands in the day, yuh
Watch the way that I flex, yuh
Shawty want me cause I’m next, yuh
She grab my wave, my [?], yuh
Look, now her panties are wet, yuh
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Yeah, I’m paid
Ah, yuh, ride my waves
Yeah, I’m pai-