Tag: Saint Laurent

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

[Buddy]
I know what you want from me
Girl I’ll keep you company
And you know where I stay
Won’t you swing my way
I’ll give you love through the night and day

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

[Verse 1]
You ain’t ever fold under pressure
And when you pull up every time I undress ya
You told me be cool babe the world gonna test ya
You know when my bag straight imma bless ya
Seen you with ya dude I pulled his shorty so smooth
Been in my groove but you know that ain’t no news
Ain’t trynna be rude I’m used to breaking the rules
And I can see this view way better with me and you

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

[Verse 2]
Now we can do this fast or we can do this slow
However you like it baby that’s the way it go
You ain’t on my back when you see me on the road
And you ain’t ever trip bout none of these groupie hoes
Been down from the jump
So I buy you what you want
Take you on a spree now we live in Saint Laurent
Say you feel it in your tummy every time a nigga pump
Tell me that you was in love when I only hit it once

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

Lyrics 21 Savage – Bank account

I buy a new car for the b*tch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the b*tch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the b*tch (no)
She f*cking with bosses and s**t (on God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and s**t, with choppers and Harley’s and s**t (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and s**t (b*tch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad b*tch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
b*tch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (b*tch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma.(bank account)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God) (x2)

Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your b*tch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog.

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) (x2)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your b*tch, she say that I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah s**t
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no f*ck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your b*tch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me versuri-lyrics.info
b*tch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me.

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God). (x2)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
b*tch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (b*tch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The streets raised me, I’m a whole bastarddd.
21 Savage lyrics
Video account

[Intro]
Yeah lil bitch, yeah
Know what goin’ on lil bitch, yeah
Big dawg lil bitch
Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ow, wow, wow, wow
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Hellcat speed racin’ (speed racin’)
Suck it ’til your knees achin’ (knees achin’)
Bitch I ain’t got no patience (no patience)
I’m finna take a vacation (a vacation)
Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five thou (yeah)
Cartier shades, twenty-five thou (yeah)
You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (yeah)
I ain’t got no license but I still drive dawg (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21)
Project bitch, real ass, yeah (real ass)
On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (real cash)
At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin’ bags, yeah (real bags)
You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (yeah)
I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (yeah)
I’m smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (yeah)
That Golden State troopers, I’m finna hit it (skrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (yeah), I’ll smash in it (yeah)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m bad business (21), bitch I’m bad business (woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (woah, woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Niggas talk (21)
Hoes talk (lil bitch)
Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)
Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)
All my niggas on the yacht sewn out (yeah)
I’m in the Hellcat doin’ donuts (yeah)
Your baby mama sleepin’ on the blow-up (blow-up)
Mad Max, nigga what the bloodclaat (the bloodclaat)
Four-five leave you with a blood clot (a blood clot)
Savage ’round killers nigga, oh shit (oh shit)
Percocets and lean, that’s my dosage (facts)
I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (smash)
Four four two with the floor shift (rah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Do the dash in it (yeah), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (woah), I’ll smash in it (I’ll smash)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (my mans)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (xans)

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Alright

[Intro: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be fuckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m next
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (your bitch)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what? what? what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five bitches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Fuck that lil’ bitch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your bitch, she on the jet too (your bitch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
Pussy too good, ooh
Bust in her mouth, fuck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Syrup for breakfast (syrup)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna fuck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

Lyrics Lil Pump – Next

Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be f*ckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m neeext
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (your b*tch)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.

I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five b*tches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh.

f*ck that lil’ b*tch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your b*tch, she on the jet too (your b*tch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
P***y too good versuri-lyrics.info
Bust in her mouth, f*ck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Serve for breakfast (serve)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna f*ck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah).

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.
Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Verse]
High class, shawty so bad
Hella swag, she got all these bitches mad
She the type of girl a nigga wish he had
She the type that if you get her, you can brag
Little shawty got her own and I like that
Hit the mall, she ain’t worried ’bout a price tag
She got all these niggas out here tryna wife that
And a lil’ nigga tryna pipe that
She can get whatever she want
She can get that new Saint Laurent
I could put that Rollie on her arm
And I can get the bracelet with the charm

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Bridge]
You are unforgettable
And I’m so glad that I found you
And you are unforgettable
And I’m so glad that I found you

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We The Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can see
DJ Khaled

[Chorus: Future, Takeoff & Offset]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Migos—Takeoff, Quavo & Offset]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jury lookin’ like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room
Incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

[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

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done, Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop
Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)

[Intro]
A Boogie With Da Hoodie be flexing
They want you for ransom

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom
[Verse 1]
Damn son what’s the issue?
Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol
I got into the money, started hitting licks too
100 bands make your mans turn right against you
Run through the money, run through the money
Yeah, I like Saint Laurent so I bought a bunch of it nigga
I like throwing one’s so I threw a bunch of ’em nigga
I’m making this song just to keep it 100 nigga
Now I’m going up, niggas got their hands out nigga
You wasn’t around now you my mans now
Probably wouldn’t give me clout now you a damn clown
Now you wanna give me dap, now you a fan now

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

[Verse 2]
I fuck it up, thumb through a check, thumb through a check
My nigga you here shooting (?) you dumb with the left
RJ he a referee, he gon’ get the Tec
I’ma keep scoring from 3, I ain’t missing yet
Listen up, if I feel a threat, I’ma hit you up
Gripped it up, chain never tucked, I don’t give a fuck
When she suck she gon’ lick me up
Ain’t no hickeys girl just hit me up
When you wanna fuck girl just hit me up
Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by
Stick it up, taking everything when we drive by
Moving like Christiana Aguilera, Lady GaGa
Another one, na-na-na-na-na-na

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man hitta
When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[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)

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
Yea, yea
24 dollars
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time, yea
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
That’s what gets me writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her
You was always in my mind
But this time that I’m fucking little mami is for you to get on
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (Sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who are these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me "I don’t know"
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl, it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do, things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my denim
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross that line
Girl, it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo, cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me "I don’t know"
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs, know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And you got a body like a Coke bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch, I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go arousing me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming shorts on cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Do it at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls
Huh, huh, huh

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
Yea, yea
24 dollars
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time, yea
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
I feel like just writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her
You was always in my mind
But this time that I’m fucking little mami is for you to get on
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (Sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong
[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who are these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl, it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better?
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do, things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my denim
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross the line
Girl, it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo, cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She didn’t wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs, know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And you got a body like a Coke bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch, I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go arousing me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming shorts on cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Do it at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls
Huh, huh, huh

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
24 hours
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got a family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
I feel like just writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her, you was always in my mind
But this time that i’m fucking little mama was for you to get her
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong
[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo ’cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my dinner
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross the line
Girl it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She didn’t wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
Everybody love you like a cold bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go ransom me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming juice all cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Two of them at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love
Don

[Verse 1: Don Q]
No pillow talking with these hoes, groupie bitch play your role
I’m doing 80 through the toll, I hit up Vegas in a Rolls
I like strippers with they body done
I need a blowjob, I’m ’bout to hire one
She said she like all my songs
Well can you come give me some head while I’m writin’ one?
I need a mami, a fire one
Im taking these pills ’til my body numb
Slow-mo, I can’t move
Hardly parked the new Rari at the pool party
Me and Artist going hop out it
Pull up on the curb, sitting lopsided
Talking fly you better not stop it
Balmain, my whole block got it
I get that work and I serve it
Hop in that toy and I swerve it
Maybach with the curtains
I’m laid back in my Birkin
I met a bitch out in Florida, but she said she live in Georgia
I was Louis down when I saw her
Had another one right before her
Say my name put some respeck on it
I’m certified, put a check on it
I come to your strip just to flex on it
Saint Laurent when I step on it
You and your friend, y’all are both mine
I got white bitches doing coke lines
Ten chains, you would go blind
Switching lanes, I got no time

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Hit ATL, they think T.I.P there, Hit MIA, they think Rick there
20K for the wristwear, do the Yeezys then I switch pairs
Like woah, I do the dance on em
I fuck her then I put my mans on her
Strip club, throwin’ bands on her
I throw that money just to stand on it
Wait, fuck all the hype
She coming to fuck then I’m boarding to flight
Ain’t no difference all these hoes is alike
Pour a four in a Sprite then I call it a night
Wait, big kilo make my neck hurt
I got a rottweiler on my sweatshirt
I don’t even got a text first
She gon’ dive in the bed headfirst
They rush the door when we coming out it
I be drunk as fuck, I just stumble out it
Looking like a couple hundred thousand
I ain’t never ever have no love for cowards
Niggas know me and the bitches on me
Doing autographs, just titties only
VIP, my hitters only
Bring that ass here and come sit it on me

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the Double XL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the Double XL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz, but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop, Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top, Cam always in the room
With somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb’
Cam blow double trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the Double XL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)

[Intro]
It’s all about skrilla
It’s all about cash
It’s all about paper
It’s all about weight

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight
[Verse 1]
Riding in some foreign through Atlanta
Balmain jeans and Saint Laurent bandana
Why I sag so hard bitch mind your manners
Excuse me I’m high as hell, bitch mind your business
Was fucked up, now I’m doing tremendous
We talkin’ about money, you know I got plenty
All of my bitches, they look like a vixen
All of my niggas trigger finger itchin’
I can’t help it that I’m paid as fuck and all of these niggas bitches love me
I can’t help I paid these bitches no mind, and they still wanna fuck me
Pull up, count the bread, and I’m gone
I’m getting money, I’m never at home
My little bitch, she bad to the bone
Got dirty in my styrofoam
Fresh as fuck like I’m going to the prom
Presidential, Obama on my arm
She get in my passenger seat, she gone
It’s over, I won

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight

[Verse 2]
It’s all about dealing, it’s all about weight
It ain’t ’bout these bitches, it’s ’bout getting paid
It ain’t about friends, it’s all about cake
First they love you, then they hate
Out here in these streets ain’t nobody straight
That fake shit I can’t relate
I keep heat like MIA
And good weed just like LA
My lil thick bitch call her bae
Boy I got more weight than you weigh
I got what I got cause I prayed
Guess what else I did, I prayed
Just got off the phone with god
And he said there’s more on the way
Real nigga 24/7, not every other day
I’m killing this shit
I’m killing this shit, counting millions and shit
Luxury living and shit
Counting and chilling and shit
Handling business and shit
Racks in the ceiling and shit
Why I got all this ice on me, because my traphouse lit

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight