Tag: PJ

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won’t fuck her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like ‘scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don’t play with no goofy’s
Hell no!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (water, let’s go)
I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no)
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin’ yay
Extra percent for my assassin
Tell my shooters, “Do ’em nasty”
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put ’em all in a casket

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Bridge: Quavo]
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang!
Shipping them packs through the FedEx
Send it, just give me ya address
Handling shipping, we charge you
Price up and down like it’s NASDAQ
Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago, hit her, make her take a cab back
You put your bitch on shelf nigga, I make my hoe bring that cash back
Put that Pyrex on the stove, water whip, 28 Jump! Yeah!
Trap house boomin, Feds at the door, nigga like “what do they want?!” Yeah!
We shooting dice on a PJ, I put ya bitch in a 3 way
I hit her up for the replay and she bring it back like a DJ

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye this shit gotta be club
Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Ah! Bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
911 on my wrist, feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

[Chorus: Tyga & Kanye West]
I like my bitches thick, you gotta feel me
"Happy birthday, here’s a Benz," feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I need my cash money
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
We lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
Then skrrt off and eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’
Can’t get that python through customs
Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates (huh!)
Hansen’s with the cake
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

[Chorus: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo
Catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahaha

[Chorus: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Swervo
Ay

[Hook]
Swervo Swervo Swervo Swervo
Swervo Swervo Swervo Swervo
Your bitch wanna fuck cause i’m Swervo
I drive nuts cause i’m swervo
In the whip put the clutch in to turbo
Spent 6 bucks on a fur coat
Swervo Swervo Swervo Swervo
Swervo Swervo Swervo Swervo

[Verse 1]
My Name Swervo cause i be the G
Used to do shows for a G
Came from toting gats over east
Imma spend some racks on a piece
G Swervo i keep a mean roll
Dracos under the (?)
Heard the police was looking for me though
But i’m on the PJ with Squeezo
Remember i was just living illegal
Now the kids look at me like a hero
Told them (?)
(?)
We ain’t (?)
Im eating steak at the (?)
I ain’t cool with the red head no more
Lemme pull on her hair while she deep throat
Im from Chiraq where it go down
Young nigga feisty and low down
Imma pull up and aim at your forehead i took a foot shot with a 4 0 round
You know i bounce back with that look shot
Shit if you ask me it was a good shot
From the 9 sending shots straight to the 5 imma call it a hook shot
And when i ride 40 Glock right by side fly past your whip get your hood shot
Find out where a nigga hang slide with the gang fuck around

To Be Continued…..

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shoes, my Jimmy Choos
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, that’s my second home
I’m Atlanta though
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shooter, my Jimmy Choo
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, my second home
I’m in that limo
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

[Intro: A$ap Ferg]
Yeah
Shhhhh
Quiet hater
I’m a Traplord again

[Interlude: Lil Yachty]
The Traplord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga
Don’t like that nigga ain’t that, you can suck on my dick nigga fuck
Know what I’m sayin’

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
This what it sound like when doves cry
Traplord in the building like yeah, right!
Fucking on a bad model bitch and I bought her the Prada and Fendi like yea
In the Ferrari with Yachty we just left the party we hop in the Lear
In the PJ with a couple bad bitches and they touching my Cartiers
Damn and I never had a bitch pop a pussy like this that’s a bad bitch right there
Poppin’ the bottles of the Cris, you don’t think I’m the shit, you niggas is some haters
Aw man look at the glist’ on a wrist look like I had it in refrigerator
Had your bitch put a good kiss on a dick and she know that’s my my spot right there

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Living out my dreams, I live movie scenes
Nothing’s what is seems, thirty to my seams
I’m with the hood pope, we like finer things
Bad Australian bitches in designer jeans
Mister typhoon, trapping Cancun
Diamonds full moon, you’s a whole coon
I can’t wait for June
Drop the top on that new zoom zoom
I’m a young nigga
Nineteen, I can be your mama’s son
Fuck your mama, son
Pull up gang, and that’s when the drama come

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Intro: Sledgren, Prezident Jeff & Wiz Khalifa]
Sledgren
PJ
Oh, you think you get all the girls
Think you’re so cute

[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, sometimes I just wanna get high
Not pick up my phone
Not be concerned with the bullshit that’s goin’ on
Get my paper long
Stack it all up with my bad bitch, who could clear the bong
Maybe hit the booth and make a song
Make sure my money hit the roof before I’m gone
One touch, the roof is in the trunk
No blunts, I’m only rollin’ papers when I puff
The sky’s the limit
It’s time to get it
Multiplyin’ them digits
While supplyin’ that real shit
Don’t get dismissed
Lil’ nigga, hit this

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want

[Outro]
Oh, non smokers, please leave the flight
Those not in possession of bomb weed
Are in violation of code 420
And will be removed immediately
Non compliance with the rules is not accepted
And violators will be punished
Thank you niggas

Lyrics Lil Yachty – Aw yea

Aw yea
Shhhhh
Quiet hater
I’m a Traplord again.

The Traplord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga
Don’t like that nigga ain’t that, you can suck on my d*ck nigga f*ck
Know what I’m sayin’.

Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeaaa
Big ol booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa

This what it sound like when doves cry
Traplord in the building like yeaaah, right!
f*cking on a bad model b*tch and I bought her the Prada and Fendi like yeaaa
In the Ferrari with Yachty we just left the party we hop in the Lear
In the PJ with a couple bad b*tches and they touching my Cartiers
Damn and I never had a b*tch pop a pus*y like this that’s a bad b*tch right there
Poppin’ the bottles of the Cris, you don’t think I’m the s**t, you niggas is some haters
Aw man look at the glist’ on a wrist look like I had it in refrigerator
Had your b*tch put a good kiss on a d*ck and she know that’s my my spot right there.

Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeaaa
Big ol booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa.

Living out my dreams, I live movie scenes
Nothing’s what is seems, thirty to my seams
I’m with the hood pope, we like finer things
Bad Australian b*tches in designer jeans
Mister typhoon, trapping Cancun
Diamonds full moon, you’s a whole coon
I can’t wait for June
Drop the top on that new zoom zoom
I’m a young nigga versuri-lyrics.info
Nineteen, I can be your mama’s son
f*ck your mama, son
Pull up gang, and that’s when the drama come.

Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeaaa
Big ol booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa.
Lil Yachty lyrics
Video yea

[Hook: Curren$y]
Never stop, ’til we pick up loot on every block
The roof on the crib got that helicop
Coupe move with new shoes and socks
Not to mention the masterpiece watch
Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings
Material things, wasteful, I know
But I just use it as a way to keep score

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us
The crew who you hide your bitches from
Jet Life homie, you trying to get rich or what?
Closed this deal in a restaurant, power lunch
I had the veal with the parmesan
Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on
Two mimosa’s, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola
Now I’m smokin’, rollin’, gas in my motor, sippin’ my soda
We use the Pro Tools to break down boulders
My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil shoulders
In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it
I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan
Sexy, cool, crazy
My baby like one of them hot 70’s ladies
Under disco lights with her hips swaying
To the music playin’
While I’m making major moves with the boss playas
Win or lose I was there, beginning to end
I paid dues so I’m included and you never knew it
Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it
Lookin’ at us lookin’ like stars, and we lookin’ at you stupid
Sucks to be you kid
Drugs in the music

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Boss playa I’ll ask what it cost later
Throw it in the cut like fuck it I’ll floss later
In the mix like a cross fader
No DJ, givin’ em’ no leeway
We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ’s
Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff
Get around in the 6, ask in town I’m the shit
But who’s the niggas I’m shittin’ on?
Come to money, you gettin’ off or gettin’ on?
You see that fly shit Spitta on
You see that fly shit Ghost on
The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes
In the cars with the ice just might form Voltron
Or should I transform on ’em, they was goin ham on ’em
I was blowin’ grams on ’em
They was showin’ swag
I was blowin’ bags full of strains that niggas didn’t ever know they had
It’s Jet Life, I except life
Is not life until you come through livin’ block life
Carbon fiber stock pipes
I’m talkin’ marble on the kitchen counter
You gon’ smell like reserve if you sit around us
Should I keep goin’ or quiet up?
If you got fire, then fire it up

[Hook: Curren$y]
Never stop, ’til we pick up loot on every block
The roof on the crib got that helicop
Coupe move with new shoes and socks
Not to mention the masterpiece watch
Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings
Material things, wasteful, I know
But I just use it as a way to keep score

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker!
Baby, uh huh
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘Rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been trying so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame girl
Dip swerve then I’m back in your lane girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aww yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy, I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me
I ain’t talking Vegas when I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Getting high, red eye on the PJ
Touchdown top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on give her game like EA
Ease up, baby give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aww yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’ aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Intro]
Just gotta be me
So many voices

[Verse 1]
PJ, you’re not mainstream enough, yeah
Would you consider us changing some stone?
Like everything about who you are, ah
No offense, we’re just trying to make you a star

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Verse 2]
PJ, you’re not quite street enough
Thug life my nigga
Actor, little more time
Oh, can you switch your star up a little more?
You can be yourself, lay down for now
And need the religion

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Bridge]
Can’t see, the forrest for the trees
The movement for the breeze
Standing on my own feet
Can’t see, what you might want from me
Think it’s better if we be ourselves

[Verse 3]
They clatch into my talents more than Catholics do arousery
Steady ass, wear that accent, travel you from New Orleans
Go so, why I dabble with negative energy
When all I really fiend is imposi sensibility
Not the hardest rapper but I’m ’bout it much as Master P
Don’t play with me, five-0 for my home
Don’t you know that
Flooding through the streets
You should probably take a kodak
Codo synthesize probably right in front eyes
Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy
Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drived
The truest never lie and I need a little space
‘Cause I’m bad at doing me
Just reside if you are late

[Chorus]
I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Outro]
Another man, just gotta be you
I think that the thing makes us unique
It’s our differences with our treasures
Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box
And never seen again, don’t think it’s possible

Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
`Cause they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris

Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann’s
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No folks for these fuck boys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin’ dirty in this tuck boy
`Cause I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo
Before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So every time I spend a hundred K I scream YOLO

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

Crowns on my wrist and my head
And Ima ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead
It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread
Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things
Runnin’ shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I still wake up go and get it, youngin’ on a mission
‘Cause when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field `cause he be throwin’ white

Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me
I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it
`Cause they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
‘Cause when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

We’re on that Cleveland shit
My nigga Chip
We takin’ it down in Cali
To the West Coast
We doin’ some different shit
That Clevelafornia shit

Yeah, takin’ off, Burke Lakefront, and landin’
Burbank, hoppin’ of the PJ, toastin’
Nigga never gave a fuck about the police
Roll through Inglewood, ro-ro-roastin’

Chip the motherfucking guy
We on that expensive shit
What y’all know about LA?
Niggas want come down to LA
Most of these niggas don’t survive
But come from Cleveland

My whole hood’s can roll
Nigga was poor, all he got a lil’ dough
Moved to the Left Coast
Rapping everywhere I go
Cleveland

You’re build to last
You’re build to last
We on that expensive shit

Cleveland, hoe

These niggas ain’t ready
They ‘bout to get this word, listen

St. Clair
I’m headed west
I’m headed west

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These lame ass niggas can’t stand me
These niggas can’t feed of my energy
They ain’t puttin’ shit under my Christmas tree
Make the work stretch out like a centipede
Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes
More bulls like I’m about to hit a Fendi
Get low ’cause I’m ’bout to hit a enemy
You turned ’cause you about to hit a penalty
I got the eyes of a lion, don’t I?
I am the shit I am the fliest, aren’t I?
See what I like, I’ma buy it, aren’t I?
I’m part of them breeds that are dyin’, aren’t I?
I don’t wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly
Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side
You not down to ride
Niggas gonna die
This a homicide
We ain’t gonna lie
Bankroll on me like P.J
Hoppin’ on a PJ
Hunnid band bands for a speed race
Baby, I’m sorry for the delay
I was on the phone buyin’ hundred band shit off eBay
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You and your motherfuckin’ boy lame
Me and them boys totin’ things
And that right there is a sure thing
And I am smokin’ that cure thing
I know you’re smellin’ this pure thing
You don’t be movin’ that pure ‘cane
This cash that I’m spendin’ is lil’ change
A quarter the size of my earrin’

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Gettin’ to the guap don’t stall dog
Pass me the ball I’m a ball hog
Doin’ more numbers than a call log
Smokin’ on dope, it’s a fog log
And I just poured me a eight
And I just copped me a SRT8
Sosa just copped that Wraith
Who wanna bet that cake?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These lame ass niggas can’t stand me
These niggas can’t feed of my energy
They ain’t puttin’ shit under my Christmas tree
Make the work stretch out like a centipede
Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes
More bulls like I’m about to hit a Fendi
Get low ’cause I’m ’bout to hit a enemy
You turned ’cause you about to hit a penalty
I got the eyes of a lion, don’t I?
I am the shit I am the fliest, aren’t I?
See what I like, I’ma buy it, aren’t I?
I’m part of them breeds that are dyin’, aren’t I?
I don’t wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly
Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side
You not down to ride
Niggas gonna die
This a homicide
We ain’t gonna lie
Bankroll on me like P.J
Hoppin’ on a PJ
Hunnid band bands for a speed race
Baby, I’m sorry for the delay
I was on the phone buyin’ hundred band shit off eBay
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You and your motherfuckin’ boy lame
Me and them boys totin’ things
And that right there is a sure thing
And I am smokin’ that cure thing
I know you’re smellin’ this pure thing
You don’t be movin’ that pure ‘cane
This cash that I’m spendin’ is lil’ change
A quarter the size of my earrin’

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Gettin’ to the guap don’t stall dog
Pass me the ball I’m a ball hog
Doin’ more numbers than a call log
Smokin’ on dope, it’s a fog log
And I just poured me a eight
And I just copped me a SRT8
Sosa just copped that Wraith
Who wanna bet that cake?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye this shit gotta be club
Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Ah! Bitch I’m the shit, feel me?
Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
911 on my wrist feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
"Happy birthday, here’s a Benz", feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I need my cash money
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
We lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
We skrrt off, we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’
But can’t get that python through customs
Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates (huh!)
Hansen’s with the cake
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo
Catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahah

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
Hansen’s with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level nigga
Bitch I’m the shit
(Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist
Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

I need my cash money, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My haters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off with [?]
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
[?] with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with, don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross a sweatshirt
I wear it to a meeting like a dress shirt
Top shot, I’ll put the pressure
To make a nigga with the measure
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typing hard as hell
Going heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catchin’ feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone sounding like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up, I had to bring back the [?]

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Here we go again
We’re not the same as we were back then
Thought I told ya that we prolly better off as friends
To keep it buck I can’t stand ya
I don’t wanna to pretend
I don’t know where to begin, ay
I ain’t really fuckin’ with you
But I love fuckin’ you
That must be my problem
I was born with a dick, girl
Wrote some songs
Paid some some dues
Now I’m the fucking shit, girl
Used to be blood, no Piru
Now it’s all hit girl
Swear on everything
You don’t need me
Your idea of a good weekend is PJ’s, TV
I ain’t creepin’ but everytime we get back together I look in the mirror and I don’t see me
That’s a problem
That’s a problem I got a lot of ’em and I stay inside ’em
And I don’t leave them for much (Much!)
Shit I told you from the jump (Jump!)
That I’m broken all inside
Baby I don’t like to front
But my plan is to take the world over
Sit on top and just stunt
I ain’t worried about them other guys
My hunch is that they lunch, oh yeah

[Bridge]
We should let this go, girl
I swear that you don’t listen
Won’t you take my word, yeah
I promise you’re not missing out on anything
Say you trippin’ and bitchin’ at me, oh

[Hook]
Go and eat your heart out
Oh, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go , and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now
Go and eat your heart out, now

[Verse 2]
You used to be the one who took the pain away
Kept it real with me, always set me straight
I used to hit it hard like an 808
Now your life is DVR and gaining weight
God damn it, wrong places
Walk around the crib like it was filled with hot sand
If I say a wrong statement
My stance is always sorry
But you won’t take it
Please, can you, candor?
Girl, you filled with hatred
You don’t even realize
You got a season pass to this dick
And you still ridin’
You pry and you ask
Pick a bitch and you still fight it
You swear that you love me up and down and you stand by it
I think you on auto pilot, honestly
Yeah, your boy taking over
Been plottin’ on this shit since I cut toys and the sodas
Oh, yeah, damn I’m a soldier
So give me a fucking Rover and a Anna Kournikova
Yeah, I’m good

[Bridge]
We should let this go, girl
I swear that you don’t listen
Won’t you take my word, yeah
I promise you’re not missing out on anything
Say you trippin’ and bitchin’ at me, oh

[Hook]
Go and eat your heart out
Oh, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now
Go and eat your heart out, now

[INTRO: Nicki Minaj]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though
[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Nails did, hair did? Hell yeah
Got her own bread, she don’t need a male care
And them bitches hatin’ on her need welfare
Woop, woop, and she foreign
She pull up in the foreign
Them niggas couldn’t ignore it
She knows she’s the shit
She call herself Miss Important
And you lame niggas thinkin’ you ballin’
You ain’t scorin’, huh
Lame nigga, that’s my bitch
And she only fuck with real niggas, that’s it
So you can’t get her nigga, hell nah
And them others bitches hatin’ cause they fell off

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz & (French Montana)]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah (Woop)
Hair did? Hell yeah (Woop)
Nails did? Hell yeah (Skrrr)
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah (Hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Straight to the money? Hell yeah
That’s why they actin’ funny? Hell yeah
In the foreign I’ma wake up, hell yeah
That’s why she want me to pick up? Hell yeah
If she drop it to the ground, baby, hell yeah
I’ma get the crocodile Birkin, baby, hell yeah
PJ’s to the PJ’s, hell yeah
Five stacks on her weave hair, hell yeah
Bump on the wrist watch, blew her brains out
And that coupe with the rip top
Shout out to [?]
I’ma hit it, pass it to Zoey, hell yeah
I’ma make the cash, I’ma blow it, hell yeah

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Nails did, hair did? Hell yeah
Got her own [?], she don’t need a [?]
And them bitches hatin’ on her need welfare
Woop, woop, and she foreign
She pull up in the foreign
Them niggas couldn’t ignore it
She knows she’s the shit
She call herself Miss Important
And you lame niggas thinkin’ you ballin’
You ain’t scorin’, huh
Lame nigga, that’s my bitch
And she only fuck with real niggas, that’s it
So you can’t get a nigga, hell nah
And them others bitches hatin’ cause they fell off
[Hook: Zoey Dollaz & (French Montana)]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah (Woop)
Hair did? Hell yeah (Woop)
Nails did? Hell yeah (Skrrr)
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah (Hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Straight to the money? Hell yeah
That’s why they actin’ funny? Hell yeah
In the foreign I’ma wake up, hell yeah
That’s why she wann’ me to pick up? Hell yeah
If she drop it to the ground, baby, hell yeah
I’ma get the crocodile Birkin, baby, hell yeah
PJ’s to the PJ’s, hell yeah
Five stacks on her weave hair, hell yeah
Bump on the wrist watch, [?] out
And that coupe with the rip top
Shout out to [?]
I’ma hit it, pass it to Zoey, hell yeah
I’ma make the cash, I’ma blow it, hell yeah

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch