Tag: Rolls Royce

[Hook: Justin Bieber}
Woah, woah, woah
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh the way you strut your shit
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Oh it’s like 3 in the morning
And you see me looking at ya
Ooh I just can’t control it
Come over here so I can see you better
I don’t want you to leave
Baby you and me should be together
Spend the night with me yeah

[Pre – Hook: Justin Bieber}
I’m talking ’bout first class treat babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
I can pick you up in the Rolls Royce
Anywhere you wanna go it’s your choice
Promise that I’m nothing like them other boys]]
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise

[Pre – Hook: Justin Bieber}
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking ’bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

Be my supermodel (supermodel)
The way you strut your shit
You can be my supermodel (supermodel)
Oh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Pretty I mean pretty exactly where I’m from
Ah you still with me?
I’m your new bad boy ball no biggie

[Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon

[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went?
Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pussy man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1 – Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stopping
Catch me squeezing and popping
Gucci speeding in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Moving them birds got a ni**a walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that s**t I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my s**t off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you f**k with me it gong be your life on the ground that matter

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherf**king jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These ni**as lying
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as pop up

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3 – Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me s**t cause I’m gon take it from em
I hated from em
Pull up on em, now we take your bomb, he looking dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bi**h a crumb
And she still gon give me some ni**a
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bi**hes be negative
None of these ni**as competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Chorus – Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything bout us
I hear y’all ni**as talking s**t but I’m not worried bout ya
We did this s**t without ya, I’m the ni**a they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you f**k with Gucci Mane, we gon shoot the block up
Ni**as keep on popping s**t, my ni**as gon pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro – Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

[Intro: Ralo]
Uh, you know
I’m the only rapper don’t need no show money
You dig what I’m sayin’
Ralo, woo
Famgoon

[Verse 1: Ralo]
The pack in, I’m back in, fuck a backend
A black man running shit like I’m Batman
You can’t even get the leprechaun to craft this chain
You rap niggas get behind the bars, I bet they fame
Fuck a bank account, I carry cash in large amounts
These rappers rappin’ ’bout them bricks but never sold an ounce
If you meet these niggas you’ll see why I treat these niggas
I can’t believe I was a kid that wanted to be these niggas

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I can’t do it, I can’t go, nah never
Goin’ broke, sell some dope, sell a ho
Sell whatever to feed my folks
Most these niggas just want these bitches
I just want that bankroll
I might send her through the airport
Put her on my payroll
Real niggas make shit happen, yeah
Fake niggas just be cappin’, yeah
The loudest nigga in the room, yeah
The weakest nigga in the room, yeah
He can’t wait to tell it, far from a star
I looked Benjamin in the face and said ’til death do us part
Ayy, Rolls Royce on Elvis Presley Boulevard (trappin’)
Mama in the next room smokin’ hard
It’s about where you finish, not where you start
I ain’t never going back to this shit man

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Verse 3: Ralo]
If I go back broke again I would sell some dope again
I know some people say I’m the realest and they hope I win
I don’t walk inside the club unless we bring them toasters in
I’m sorry if I fucked your ho ’cause I might fuck that ho again
I will never feel another man
Send his ass to the motherland
A hundred shots, ain’t shoot shit
Where the fuck all the shootin’ went?
Niggas know I don’t give a damn
Niggas know I don’t give a fuck
If you don’t know you better ask about me
Ask about the kid in the bluff
I’m a star food nigga
Richer than all you niggas
I ain’t never had to do a song
Twenty-five, ten million strong
Real niggas don’t live long
Long live all my brothers
And if I ever have to die with ’em
I’ma die rich motherfucker

[Chorus: Ralo]
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke
I ain’t goin’ broke
If you ever see me you won’t never see me broke
Before I sold a CD you would see me sellin’ dope
Don’t you look too hard ’cause he might see me with his ho
I ain’t goin’ broke

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
You could be my supermodel
You could be my supermodel
You could be my supermodel
Oh, the way you strut your shit
You could be my supermodel (supermodel)
Ooh, I wanna take your pic

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
Oh, it’s like 3 in the morning
And you see me lookin’ at you
Ooh, I just can’t control it
Come over here so I can see you better
I don’t want you to leave
Baby, you and me should be together
Spend the night with me, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I’m talkin’ ’bout first class treatment babe
Startin’ this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talkin’ ’bout first class treatment babe
Startin’ this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
You could be my supermodel
The way you strut your shit
You could be my supermodel
Ooh, I wanna take your pic

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
I could pick you up in a Rolls Royce
Anywhere you wanna go, it’s your choice
I promise that I’m nothing like them other boys
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise
Just to make noise
Soundz drop that beat just to make noise

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I’m talking bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything
I’m talking bout first class treatment babe
Starting this evening baby
Tell me what you need and I’ll pay
Even though I know that you don’t need anything

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
You could be my supermodel
The way you strut your shit
You could be my supermodel
Ooh I wanna take your pic

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Pretty I mean pretty exactly where I’m from
You still with me?
I’m your new bad boy ball no biggie

Pop it on the collar
I just pull up and park like play grounding
Bet you do anything for a one nighter
Bet I can make your friend freak like cirque du soleil…

[Hook: Que]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
This ain’t even type of party, jugging with the carter
Surveillance on my trap, it’s full of gangsters, full of robbers
Chalupas in the water
Hit em with the egg beater, get the trap started
Longway be touching down with the pack in Illinois
Double parking in valet, [?] double up
Trap out the real, that bitch give that ho a buck
Bitch think she caught a man cause she seen the Chopard
She fishing my ankle, little bitty bitch I’m a star
I get in the kitchen, go to whipping the water
Trigger finger get to itching when they talk about robbing
Yellow tape, first 48, chilling
Young thug motivating lil nigga
Trapping in the trenches with the snow lil nigga
It ain’t the type of party but I came with 2 bitches
Longway Heffner while, Migos came with the pimpin
Balenciaga stepping, I be dripping with the Crip

[Hook]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

[Verse 2: Offset]
This ain’t even that type of party
You know I’m a sergeant, I keep me a carter
Don’t get it twisted because a nigga is a artist
I be coming through your window like I’m Roger
I started off trapping and I was posted at the park
Nigga run off with the work and now we swimming with the sharks
.44 bulldog, bet that bitch bark
I was raised in the jungle, it’s a lion in my heart
What these niggas thinking, my diamonds got niggas blinking
Bitches at that the condo, they fucking, they suck my semen
If you don’t know how to cook it I can give you the ingredients
When I got a show they jumping up and down like EDM
They say we ain’t gon’ spray, I say my niggas gon’ graffiti him
My niggas hungry, put them on a plate, I bet they eating them
No piano but you know we got the keys
Nigga tried to sell a nigga mid, nigga please!

[Hook]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
You looking at the Rolex wearing
F&H carrying and I can’t forget the Rolls Royce driving
I said ya know how it goes, but a pack touchdown
Get the work in that phone like Verizon
Throw a block party nigga yeah nigga wanna split
Nigga right down the middle like a kitkat
I’m on 285 right never getting rental
And I’m riding ’round this bitch with a six pack
Any nigga ride with me, give a fuck bout Giuseppe’s
They run up on ya Cortes
See mothafuckas don’t know shit about snow
I’ll run up on ya in some Hermes
I said blow-white Aventador, automatic start
Swear the shit jumping out the bowl my nigga
Had to call it in back then my nigga
[?]
Been playing in the mothafucking water all day
I’m surprised ain’t grow me a fin my nigga
What you know about an all white [?]
Break the whole thang down, take a 250 of it
Then you have the rest of it like it’s Easter

[Hook]
I guess you thought a nigga ’bout to pay for it?
Naw little bitch, this ain’t even that type of party
Oh you thought a nigga was a sweet lick, huh?
No nigga, this ain’t even that type of party
You fucked up tryin’ pass me the mid little nigga
Naw this ain’t even that type of party
I’mma tell you like it is, give a fuck what you thought, nigga
This ain’t even that type of party (x 3)
This ain’t even that type of party little bitch
This ain’t even that type of party (x3)
This ain’t even that type of party my nigga
This ain’t even that type of party

[Intro]
Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you
Who else gon’ believe in you? Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you, who else gon’ believe in you?

[Verse 1]
Believe in yourself, health is wealth
Gotta get mine, faster than a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in here
With my hand pulled behind my back
One hand on the steering wheel
2 Chainz with the ponytail, got the bodyguard concealed
Ill meaning of sickness, I use the pharmacy as a witness
I mean anything around me that’s against us, they can’t be
I got God on my side, that’s all I need to ride
See that’s all I need to vibe, asking what I do tonight
That’s really none of your business, unless you wanna get in this

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Verse 2]
I’m good, I’m good like Ye
I’m good like Sean and Push
I’m good, I’m good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used to have a killer crossover
Now I think I done crossed over
White fans at my rap shows
So many chains on I give you the cold shoulder
So many chains on, I tell ’em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to

[Chorus]
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
Mydoors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh

[Outro]
Felonies that’s older than y’all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6’5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I’m appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to
I am the go-to, I am the go-to
Trap shit, I’m the go to
Trap nigga with a gold tooth
Believe in yourself, who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Believe in yourself
Who else gon’ believe in you?
Who else gon’ believe in you?

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryina put my dick inside of yo panties
And when I tell this shit [???]
I be rolling loud
While they rolling loud
Smokin backwoods and moving baggage
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a Xanax
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee haw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain, I got no Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon
Uhh, light that ass like a candle honey
Uhh, Ferigamo shower shoes for me
Uhh, light pole and it got jewels on it
Uhh, like an ol’ school I got some pooled on it
Huhh, Satan, abracadbra, abracadbra
Kill all you bastards, I want no wrestle
The bread ambassador, no nuttin else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
Hop in a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Picadilly
All he had couple strikes ??? (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course
Don’t you panic, don’t you take this shit for granted
Don’t you panic, when I put my dick in your panties
Don’t you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I’m smashing
I, I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head ??
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
I gotta put my dick in yo mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I think the red dot, so I put my bum, bum
I’m bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (Go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me
I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams of Cashmere silk
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
Two cups can I drown? And I might too
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Intro]
Tony, Apex a boss, Apex a boss

[Chorus]
Don’t get caught up in the hype and forget
That the real ones that surround you is it
The money make me move, I’m aware
I die tomorrow, tell me, who gonna care?
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me

[Verse 1]
Ralph, Lauren, money, pourin’
Studio, high as fuck ’cause Twenty recordin’
Made myself a boss, ask these niggas I’m employin’
Stop with all the questions, that shit get annoyin’
I’ve been through some shit that I may never talk about
I keep my shooter with me, she know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Don’t tell a lot of y’all, figured I’d let you know
Tokyo made some millions, we ain’t goin’ broke
If we get a second chance, don’t mean a damn thing
Saint Laurent, hit the toll with my bad thing
Shawty bad, she should get a hundred magazines
I put my family first, I swear that they mean everything

[Chorus]
Don’t get caught up in the hype and forget
That the real ones that surround you is it
The money make me move, I’m aware
I die tomorrow, tell me, who gonna care?
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me

[Verse 2]
Can’t be wealthy ’til we makin’ money while we sleep
Build a money mountain, man this shit is lookin’ steep
They ain’t believe in me
And now I’m so out of reach
I ain’t know nothin’ then, just how to be real
Niggas tried to use me, boy, I know how it feel
Contract fucked up, lawyer got me fucked up
Rolls Royce wanna buck, I ain’t give ’em my fuck
Bossed up, got respect, still all ’bout the check
Free my nigga Yri, pray for my nigga Nef
That’s a boss and I know that my dawg care for me
These other niggas swear that they didn’t wanna share with me

[Chorus]
Don’t get caught up in the hype and forget
That the real ones that surround you is it
The money make me move, I’m aware
I die tomorrow, tell me, who gonna care?
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me
Nobody, nobody, nobody
But the real ones that surround me

[Verse 1]
Botched hits, failed attempts
Though we never died, suckers better hide
Or regret they tried
Fumbled, 4th and one
On the goal line, I’m ‘fin to take it back that 99
96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine
Bitches trying to sip, don’t get too drunk to ride
Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time
We might need you for a mission
I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it
Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep ’em high
Surveillance at the marina, they ain’t think I seen ’em but I spied
They tried to tail us home from the arena
Hoping that would lead ’em to a lead
We waving as we pass off, peace
Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me
Doors you got to be walked through by OG’s
Triple OG’s, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island
Trying to get right quick like right now-ish

[Hook: J. Townsend]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

[Verse 2]
Paper straight but I keep it in the closet
Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets
My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor
Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce
What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid
I lost some but in the end I won
When its all done they say I was the one
Don’t apologize though, I ain’t worried bout it
Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time
You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by
I could probably teach a a class
So much work, I make it seem effortless
Everyday sweats I’m in still fresher then peppermints
These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real
Independent hustler, then I got a major deal
Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga

[Hook x2]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…

Astronaut
Yeah yeah

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

I could turn a stripper to a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s a PETA
Shawty light the gun like Bonita
Rock stars goin’ like the Beatles
I took Styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones when you greet me
Got a bitch waiting in the lounge
I done have to move a few pounds

Looking at my chain don’t drown, and put the diamonds in the mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I was kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

Looking at my chain don’t drown
And I put the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

It’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
I ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo’d off my motor
I was pushin’ boulders
I gave you some closure when I bought the Rover

[Couplet unique]
Je ne fais pas partie du troupeau, j’égorge les gardes-champêtre
Prends les armes avec moi si t’es mon poto
Animal galeux j’vais pas chez le docteur je vais chez le véto
J’ai les couilles en or j’passe pas les détecteurs de métaux
Sans le génie le sport, l’argent facile, c’était mon ghetto
Jamais je ne me plierai, jamais je ne serai un bon négro
Enculé je vais te fumer, j’vais prendre 10 piges, je serai plus le king de la city
Énervé dans le 92 izi car fouetté dans le Mississipi
Pimp mon gamos chez Xzibit, suce moi la bite sans faire d’chichis
B2OBA, on s’embrouille là-bas je t’enterre ici
Lunatic depuis la naissance, sisi
Avec du sang d’esclave j’écris cette missive, mon blase gravé sur le missile
Tant que j’serai sur la piste, rapper sera un métier à haut risques
Essaye d’accorder tes choristes au chant d’une météorite
Hey ho de quoi tu parles ? C’est violent depuis le préau
Big boss, je tire les pénos, Rolls Royce je fais des créneaux
C’est K.O.2.P. qui joue, pourquoi tu demandes "c’est qui qui mène ?" ?
Négro est-ce moi qui aime l’oseille ou lui qui m’aime ?
Il m’en a fallu, il m’en faut, il m’en faudra
Pour pas rouler en Skoda, ne pas décevoir maître Yoda
Descendant de terres d’Afrique, quand je baise ça sent le musc
Cerveau en très bon état, 95 kilos de muscles

[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
Playboi Carti lyrics
Video this

[Intro]
Astronaut
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 1]
I could turn a stripper into a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s PETA
Shot might be gone up a needle
Rockstar goin’ like the Beatles
I took styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones with engravin’
Got a bitch waitin’ in the lounge
I’d have to move a few pounds

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 2]
All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I’ve been kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Outro]
Guess it’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
They ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo on my motor
I’ll push ’em boulders
I gave you some closure, been about the Rover

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it’s heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can’t interfere so I roll up let em hate

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I’m the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don’t wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I’m steady climbing
Swear I’m balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don’t want to problem, so don’t you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That’s how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I’m starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It’s not that hard to find me, yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I’m east side with it, my side ain’t sweet
Lil boy’s blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain’t no that, you don’t know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cuz if you did’t know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 1]
Eine Million Euro auf Konto
Schieße Selfies mit Bruders in Hongkong
Kauf mir ‘ne Kalasch, trainier du Wing Chun
Ich bring frischen Wind ihr seid so monoton
Bonne chance an die Brates die Gas geben
An die Dealer die für Bares ihr Hasch geben
An eure Freundinnen die heimlich Arsch geben
An meine Biras die mir jeden Tag Kraft geben
Ich scheiß auf eure Song und Hits, ich kill Rapper
16 Uhr aufstehen, Frühstück mit Grillteller
In Almanya der neue Hauptdarsteller
Frag deine Freundin Eno er knallt besser

[Bridge]
Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 2]
Eine Million in Euro in Bar
Nach Monaco mit’nem Rolls Royce fahr’n
Ohne Aufenthalt große wurden krank in ganz Deutschland mach ich einen Namen
Versace Sweatshirt für sechs Scheine
Siehst mich gechillt einfach aus dem Benz steigen
Keine Sessions mit Schraubi und Brecheisen
Redest von Rücken doch du kennst keinen
Spontan nach Italien zum einkaufen fliegen
Lasse im Dsquared-Shop heut’ zehn Riesen
Krisen vorbei ENO183 wir ballern Blei
Fick die Polizei

[Scratch]
Fuck the police! Comin’ straight from the underground

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 3]
Wiesbaden 183 bald in den Charts
Kinnhaken schickt dich direkt in den Schlaf
Bin Laden ist tot, doch Eno ist da
Keine Fresse eingeschlagen heißt guter Tag
Ja Ja dreh’ runden in ‘nem BMW M6
Dach Carbon, tiefgelegt, 600ps
Trete aufs Gas und die Leute sie Kotzen
Lebe mein Traum geb’ ein Fick auf euch Fotzen
Furcht einflößend Griselda Blanco
Siehst du die Bullen hebst du Pico die Hand hoch
Steh’ ich vor dir machst du Platz bis nach Bangkok
Steig’ in den Ring dein Trainer schmeißt Handtuch
Wären ich für Verkauf von Drogen schwänze
Lutscht deine Freundin für Drogen Schwänze
Ot über Grenze im geklauten PKW
Audi RS6 Farbe: schwarz metallic

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Outro]
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone