Tag: VIP

[Intro]
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 1]
Send a hundred bottles to my section
Got bad bitches in my VIP
Hundred thousand, nothing less than
We lit that bitch up like a Christmas tree
We lit that bitch up, a first energy
See I do not know what to tell you
Wanna fuck with Kash
Wanna run me that
I’m hard on a nigga, Griselda
I’m starting to teach hoes a lesson
I’m stunting to fight off oppression
Got pussy thats like a vacation
Real niggas all in formation
A hundred thousand thats the Audi
God bitch, I’m just getting started
I been getting money, I been styling on it
Yeah bitch I’ve been pushing the foreigns

[Bridge]
Woah, I think I’m gonna come back one more time
I’ll just come right back, haha
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy
Panda pussy

[Hook]
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
My pussy fatter than a panda
I got a plug in Atlanta
He take me shopping in the phantom
He buy me gifts, I call him Santa
I’m slayng these bitches a not
I’m slaying these bitches, my hobby
Pussy fatter than a panda
Pussy fatter than a panda
Your nigga my personal Santa
Don’t blow bitch I’m Tony Montana

[Verse 2]
I’ma make ’em sick ’till they all hurl
Black american, doll girl
Good pussy, I got the power
Fuck you pay me, it’s our world
Money up, I’ve been finessing
Princess cut, I’m VVS’ing
Sak pase! but I ain’t Haitian
Play a nigga like a Playstation
The game ma, I’m running that
It’s bank time, where your money at?
Got lil’ bread, for a lil’ head
I’m a boss bitch, I ain’t stunting that
In one moth, made a hundred racks
My mic on, my ass fat
Pussy wrapped up, it’s all crack
I’m killing it, funeral, all black
Woah!

[Outro
Have you ever had a panda pussy?
Haha, panda pussy
Yeah, I had to
Aye, I’m just gonna kill all these remixes since I can’t do my own shit right now
Haha, fuck these labels
Swear to god
A bitch dropped a mixtape and it revived
I swear to god

[Verse 1]
Pull up looking like a lit
Still left with all my shit
I be all in the VIP
Nigga downing Henny ion’t take sips
Wondering how I got here
Don’t take a guess, take a risk
See a little how I’m living, get a glimpse
Niggas swear they hot I am not convinced
Kicking back, blunts rolled all piff
If it ain’t the Forbes fuck y’all list
Velcro on my RPM door that’s how I’m coming off the rip
Nigags can’t see him but it an’t no tint
Talking reckless till I see you now you tense
Niggas know who the ruler is
Ain’t I still ain’t gave no boys an inch
It’s just really me, it ain’t an act
Still sticking to the script
King got his hands all on the game
When I leave you see my prints taking over
Why them niggas take offence?
It don’t cost shit to pay attention
Even though they hate to see us
Niggas up less this shit a straight legend

[Pre-Hook]
Oh now it makes sense, wooh
I finally put it together
Bad times call for great weed
Nigga feeling good living better
I been through too much not to win
I need somewhere wet to fall up in
The fuck shit, I can’t get caught up in
I swear this shit day to day it all depends, man

[Hook]
It all depends
If I’ma blow a bag it all depends
If I’m blowing gas it all depends
Who I’m going at it all depends, yeah
If I’ma fuck something it all depends
Did I do enough stunting? It all depends
Ion’t know I swear this shit all depends

[Verse 2]
Niggas be high as the Himalayas
For some this shit hard the hymn a layer
Don’t get it now you gon get it later
All indy but this shit is major
From the bottom this shit you can’t top though
I got the title I’m not Hov
Fuck what you heard I’m the honcho
Like sliding doors they behind homes
Ain’t no hoes in my storage
But throughout it you can tell that it got holes
Paradise on Earth while I’m here
Is there a heaven? Hell if I know
Keep bells on me like a bible
Live on my term that’s final
Lord knows where I’m heading
Might mean going to war with my idols
And I did the sentence way back
No you can’t erase that typo
Smoke and drive all these streets
Yeah I’ll forever take the high road
They say for the weak, only the strong survive
Live by AI code
You can get cash and keep it lowkey
They still hate on the high note

[Pre-Hook]
Oh now it makes sense, wooh
I finally put it together
Bad times call for great weed
Nigga feeling good living better
I been through too much not to win
I need somewhere wet to fall up in
The fuck shit, I can’t get caught up in
I swear this shit day to day it all depends, man

[Hook]
It all depends
If I’ma blow a bag it all depends
If I’m blowing gas it all depends
Who I’m going at it all depends, yeah
If I’ma fuck something it all depends
Did I do enough stunting? It all depends
Ion’t know I swear this shit all depends

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

[Intro]
Ay man, I’ma tell you some real shit
Niggas love ratchet pussy
I’m tellin’ you man
Niggas don’t be wantin’ no good shit man
They like to chase these hoes, spend they money and shit

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 1]
Me and Pat started in the trap
Showed my niggas how to rap
We was in the studio e’rryday gettin’ to it, e’rrbody had them a strap
E’rrbody had them a zip
I was gettin’ top in the whip
Butt naked hoes everywhere do a line of that shit now them hoes wanna strip
Used to keep 50 in the clip
Now I get 50 just to sit up in the VIP
Bitch I don’t want no lip
‘less you finna put it on the tip
I can’t find this paper in a book
I get chose by hoes, one look
I get chose, I ain’t even been around
That’s what we call no look

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Verse 2]
Bankroll lookin’ like a Bible
I be lookin’ like a nigga idol everyday
Can’t ride my wave like a tidal
Flooded out the Rolly, put the diamonds in the face
No look call me CP
Bitch on me like a glove no GP, (whoa)
She gon’ show me love off the [?] (smash)
Played that ho like a motherfuckin’ CD
Niggas wanna be me
Then they find out this pimpin’ ain’t easy
Shoes on 4G’s, no 4LTE I’m blessed not holy
I can’t trust these bitch ass niggas that be workin’ with the police
Shorty come get these nuts in your mouth, then you ride like a pony

[Chorus]
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books, bankroll look like books
(books, books, books, books, books)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look (no look)
Pass that bitch no look
I got Southside cup
I can’t heed no looks
Bankroll look like books
Pass that bitch no look
(no look, no look, no look, no look, no look)
Bankroll look like books
Bankroll look like books

[Intro: T-Pain & (Gucci Mane)]
Yeah, boy, you gettin’ that T-Pain and Aoki (Gucci)
All of y’all tryna do our shit, you just soundin’ like karaoke (Huh?)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit (Yeah)
Yellow Claw gettin’ lit (Ha)
Long as y’all gettin’ lit, let’s go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci Mane in this bitch, and yeah, it’s lit, hella lit
Yellow Rollie on my wrist, same color my yellow bitch
I say I ain’t got no type, but I prefer ’em super thick
I was born for this shit, you too borin’ for the bitch
In the foreign, motor roarin’, sittin’ on Forgis with a kit
Plus my outfit sick with it just like E-40 and the clique
I’m so spoiled, she don’t get naked, it’s hard for me to tip
I’m so hard, got ’em runnin’ and I just put in the tip

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
Listen here, I just made 20 thousand disappear
See it clear, crystal clear
Just like these diamonds in my ear
I’m tryna live, tryna hit Club Liv and spend a mil
Who wanna chill with a rich nigga?
Can’t wait to pay your bills
I’ma put that top [?] shit in your ear, listen here
I just pulled up to the front, trunk in the rear
Gucci

[Chorus: T-Pain]
They don’t see me
Oh no, they don’t see me
Your girl’s drawers comin’ down
But the hands go up to the ceilin’
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it
I’m throwin’ money in the VIP
I’m ballin’ out, so you know it’s me
They tell me, baby you were born makin’ big noise
Hanging in the street, yeah
I be hangin’ in the street, oh lord
I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee that I’m the shit
If you’re feelin’ like me, I guarantee it’s about to get lit

[Intro: DJ E Feezy & Tory Lanez]
You know we had to do another one, right
Heavier the DJ E Feezy
It’s gon’ be your favourite song
You know we gotta keep it smooth and sexy for the ladies
Trust me, we got more on the way
Promise me, want make this song
Tory, talk to ’em

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Soon as we pulled up, she put purple in the cup
Rolled five in the joint, I was tryna say wassup
All my niggas in the VIP, we ain’t even need ID
Feelin’ like I’m B.I.G., yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a fuck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna fuck doe
I’m still tryna fuck someone

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I’ll be the one to
Get you late at night, in your freaky body, baby
I want your freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party, baby

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
So I hit the plug up and my nigga for the zip
I’m already on the drank, I don’t need to buy the zip
Altogether, it’s like three of us, so I might have a threesome
And I’ll just tell ’em keep fucking, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
When there’s liquor in my cup, doe
I don’t give a fuck, doe
When I leave the club, doe
Knocking at your front door
Don’t know what it is doe
You know what it was doe
I’m still tryna fuck doe
I’m still tryna fuck someone

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I’ll be the one to
Get you late at night, in your freaky body, baby
I want your freaky body, baby
Ohh, and your friend too
She lookin’ like somebody, baby
Wanna have a party, baby
Me, you and her can have a party, baby

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse]
These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple
I ball, Taj Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile
These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide o-pen
Been gettin’ it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed
These bitches love Chief Lo, but I’m not so sweet though
And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though
These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley
Her boyfriend is spying, she’s like, "you have to hide me"
These bitches love me, that’s all I can see
I’m so obsessed with me, I be all I can be
I don’t see brown or white, all I see is green
To count all this cash, I might need a team

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse 2]
Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted
Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain’t gotta park it
All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target
And I’m sipping, but I can’t stop, I can’t be hardened
These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I’m no rooty tooty though
Don’t want [?], all you can know
Row row ya boat, that’s all you can roll
I’m stuffing these cones like an audience clones
And I’m not really into mannequin though
But I’m somewhere in the Madigan dough
But I walk around like a manikin though
Now yo bitch on the way
She want this on me
But she’s listening, can a bitch hold me?
You can be lactose, still can’t shit on me
Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 [?]

[Hook]
Mama say I have trust issues
I been feelin’ like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can’t baby, I’ma break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I’d be careful if I were you
I’m the one, but you might be too
I’m not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, let me pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this drop starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star

[Verse 1: Murs]
I’m in my bass pro camo, lookin’ like a Rambo
Military sack strapped with some Roman candles
I’m ’bout to light it up like it’s Independence Day
I do it underground, that’s the independent way
I got a dinner date, I’m ten minutes late
With this chick that I met up on the internate
I mean the internet, I mean that fucking app
I mean a meth head, I met her in the fucking trap (huh?)
No, what the fuck is that?
I met her at a show (oh)
I’m like Jeezy, selling tickets like it’s fucking snow
Or like I’m Yeezy, selling Yeezys, I’ll be Goddamned
You gotta buy these VIP tickets, understand?
I mean a stream is just a dream unless you’re front row
A million views, we lookin’ good, but no dough
I’m in the booth whippin’ merch like I’m in the kitchen
Strange Music going stupid, it’s your new addiction

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 2: Rittz]
Look, if you ain’t gave me my props yet, you late as fuck
I like to think that I’m top five like Jada does
Speeding past these rappers like they traffic cops with radar guns
And counting so much money that my fingertips got paperc uts
You play and talk to me, you sweet as lemonade or punch
Can’t you say that captain saved a slut, I met your lady once
We fucked and now it turned into a weekly visit
Got her hooked like I was deep sea fishing
And she mean business, she says she love to ride it all night
I really get head and she got suction like a Dyson Upright
I seen the sunlight, woke up and play some Maxwell
She open wide and sat still
I fucked her throat and filmed it, now that’s what I call a gag reel
Again and again we win, while all you do is catch L’s
My father ain’t a farmer but his son became a cash cow
Revolvers on as fuck if you a boxer or a black belt
Should’ve packed, yeah
Go back on my double time shit and I bet you I spazz out

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Growed with killas who rolled with Milla’s
Some soulless niggas who go get liquor then blow spliffs wit ya
Popo suspicious we sold tricks fixes to hold big riches
These roguish wishes is so ridiculous
Bogus bitches you Ho’s fictitious and Low wit glitches
The Dough made you notice DIBKIS (I gotta stop)
Flows is gifted I get throwed get twisted then bro gets wicked when I spit I’m bout to kill em and a soul is lifted (That nigga hot)
My rap assignment give the industry an alignment rapper’s ain’t goin straight no mo’
Image really need refinement let a nigga help recreate yo flow, and I’m gon’ design it to make mo’ dough shake mo Ho’s hey bro bro, this that N9ne shit! trippin! (why?)
Cause I been drinkin like a camel, (yeah?)
Tried to play me like a piano, (yeah?)
Now I’m about to go Rambo packin’ mo’ ammo nigga!

[Hook: Murs]
We got guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?
Guns, dope, clips for mo’ ammo
Rhyming like a quarter key inside the door panel
Put your ear to the speaker, get you high
Don’t this music feel like you can fly?

[Intro]
Han, c’est magique
Toujours la même recette l’ami
Shabz, Take

[Couplet 1]
J’me fais rare comme une meuf bien sur les réseaux sociaux
J’avance avec le même blaze, avec les mêmes cas sociaux
J’vais tout niquer sur Paris, on parle de moi à Sochaux
Les rappeurs font les bandits, ils peuvent pas payer l’eau chaude
Avant, elle m’voyait comme une merde, maint’nant j’suis Papi Chulo
Les deux pieds sur terre en mode avion, salope j’ai du boulot
C’est dur d’essuyer des erreurs quand t’es au bout du rouleau
On est installé dans le VIP, ta sœur veut boire au goulot
Tu vois les Gucci, tu crois qu’j’ai moins d’soucis
Incompris, mais j’demande pas d’sous-titre
Insoumis, chez nous y’a pas d’sous-fifre
Instinct d’survie, on t’nique ta grand-mère sur l’vif
J’suis en tête d’affiche et dans les grandes boutiques
La plaquette de mon poto quand t’allumes ton stick
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Drogue douce c’est ma voix, gros, canalise ton stress
Fais voir ton cul, j’ai envie d’niquer
Ramenez-moi au stud’, j’ai envie d’kicker
L’hiver en bas des blocs, on sait pas skier
Les sales gosses ont d’l’argent sale parce que c’est stylé
J’suis acteur principal, ils préfèrent Sauvez Willy
Comme B-2-o-b-a, j’vais dans ta mère en wheeling
J’me fais per-pom dans l’bolide, elle met les warnings
Tu peux être sûr qu’on s’arrêtera pas tant qu’on est pas winner
J’vois même pas passer l’heure

[Pont] x2
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ceci n’est qu’une interlude
Ça change rien, j’les allume

[Couplet 2]
Aucun BPM me résiste, j’écris sans la résine
Mes lèvres donnent le tempo, et c’est mon cerveau qui rédige
Mes textes, des fiches techniques, suivi par des bad bitchs
J’te donne les répliques et j’me fais per-pom dans la régie
On fait pas la course avec un moteur en sous-régime
On connait la rue, ils révisent, on en perd du temps à rêver
Le premier qu’on a servi, c’était pas l’premier arrivé
Les derniers sont les premiers, j’m’en bats les couilles d’la ligne d’arrivée
Ta meuf, c’est une pute avec des dossiers compressés
Givenchy, j’suis décomplexé
Tiens l’bracelet "backstage accès"
Biatch, c’est ton jour d’essai
Oh les mythos, ils sont dans l’excès, j’les entends parler d’drive-by en Lexus
D’espèces et de grosses villas, à part Phillipp Plein, tu connais pas l’luxe
Au comico’, tu connais la combine, nie
Dis riens sur le plan qu’on a combiné
J’suis dans un hôtel cinq étoiles et j’écris après minuit
En attendant qu’elle vienne boire au robinet
J’suis talentueux mais j’veux pas m’éteindre comme Robinho
J’parle dans ma tête à mon binôme
Les rappeurs d’aujourd’hui, ils alignent même pas six mots
T’as pas le niveau de mes démos
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots
T’as pas la ce-for de mes démons
J’ai gratté des seizes depuis qu’j’suis môme
Le rap jeu c’est un cirque, eux c’est des clowns, j’suis le putain d’génie qui jongle avec les mots, envoie

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 1]
J’suis prêt, faut qu’ça dure
J’compte plus les MCs qu’j’ai abattu
La street et la hype m’ont entendu, paire de McQueen sur le bitume
Meuf, j’peux pas répondre au tel, j’suis booké
Tes ch’veux frisés me laissent pas anodins mais j’ai mille et un projets à boucler
Cesse de bouder, fais à bouffer
Élégant quand on sort, j’ai explosé tout mon budget
On met les gants quand tu dors
Un coup d’feu dans le VIP, c’est une soirée arrosée
Parle à mon manager, c’est 2 000 balles juste pour la demie-heure
Monnaie dans ma tête, monnaie dans mon cœur
Le flow d’un rappeur, le swag d’un rockeur

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Couplet 2]
Y’a rien qui change
Si j’fais du blé, démarre la caisse et j’vais m’perdre au milieu des Champs
Faut saisir ta chance, à part les envieux, les haineux, rien d’bien méchant
Sur la tournée, ta chienne est détournée, faut bien remplir la chambre, nan ?
Choisis ton camp, la concur’ ils sont pas à l’heure où j’te parle, j’ai de l’or sur les dents
Y’en a qui regrettent et qui retournent leur veste car j’suis plus sur le banc
J’augmente le niveau, et les meufs et le rap c’était bien mieux avant, nan ?

[Refrain] x4
Comment les faire planer ?
J’dois rentrer la monnaie sans oublier d’briller, rajoute ça sur l’planning

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

I have to keep reminding myself
I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face on my ID
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this
No one with my finger prints
No one can touch you like me
No I can’t fake what you see

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
You start with little changes till you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends who only call you Superstar
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Ready steady, ready let’s go!
But you don’t know who you are

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

All the things I held in my fist
If I don’t let go I don’t exist
They become the things that define me
How I look and the things to buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me rising off the floor
Light as a feather
I’m carefree
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless
(Oh Yeah)
I’m weightless

They told me ‘Girl to get your way, you’ve got to be a bitch’
They say a guy won’t get the girl if he’s not filthy rich
It seems to me that’s so heavy and weighs you down like lead
Don’t wanna be someone I hate cause that don’t make no sense, no

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless

The sky is the limit and I just want to float
Free as a spirit on a journey of hope
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
Millions of balloons tethered to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
I’m weightless
(Ready set, ready let’s go)

Oh yeah (oh yeah)
Oh yeah (oh yeah)
I’m free as a spirit

Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold

Yeah…oh…
Lights out [x2]

I’m late to the party ‘cause it started at 9
I gotta call up my ex, so I’m runnin’ behind
I’m wearing my stilettos with a couple of…
And tonight, I’m hanging up ‘cause I wanna get loose

I think I’m gonna fall in love with the DJ tonight…
And make him press all my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

And turn the…

[Chorus: ]

(lights out)
I just wanna move (wanna move)
Now turn the…(lights out)
Wind me up and see what I can do
Turn the…(lights out)
Don’t you wanna play (wanna play)
And turn the…(lights out)
We can party (and party)

And wave hands in the air and my make-up is smeared
I think I’m loosing my mind, so many boys up in here
And the damn VIP is the place for me
I’m not with that…but I’m cool as can be

I think I fell in love with the DJ tonight…
I let him press my buttons ‘till the music is right. [x2]

We turn the…

[Chorus x2]

And when the light’s out…

This is the part when you turn me on (uh huh)
This is the part when you turn me on
But first, you press play, and then turn me on
First you press play, and then you turn me on.

Put your hands up [x4]
Hands up (x2)

[Chorus]

L-l-l-lights out…(x5)

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

Paroles Alonzo – DLG

Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.(dlg)

Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
La conduite est nerveuse, j’ai changé le pot
Je traverse le temps comme ton Avenue
J’vous mets tous à l’amende et j’y ai pris goût
Je sortais pas en boîte, peur de me faire pointer
Maintenant, ils allongent pour que je vienne chanter
Même quand je volais des habits, j’avais du goût
Pour lui mettre un coup, pas besoin d’boire un coup
On bouge en Espagne, va faire le plein de gasolina
Tendu est le climat, comportement Totò Riina
Hasta la vista, hasta siempre
Je chante la misère du tieks sur un synthé’
Pourquoi tu t’es marié si t’as pas le bonheur ?
Après l’heure, c’est plus l’heure
Avant j’avais rien, je fraudais le métro
J’ai plus de soucis depuis qu’je roule en Merco.

Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.

Je suis en classe affaires, toi t’es en Ouigo
En loge présidentielle avec mes amigos
On aime trop le foot mais la vie c’est la mêlée
Des placages au sol, des schmitts, chez nous sont mals lunés
On revient de loin, casse pas les couilles, on veut des loves
Elle t’as sucé le premier soir, t’es tombé love
Meskina, prie pour ton fils
La vie n’a plus de sens ici, yemma
On a grandi ensemble, soit content pour moi
Je ne traine plus au bar, ne m’en voulez pas
J’ai fais confiance, on m’a trahi, j’ai pardonné
Fous-moi la paix, y’a d’la frappe dans mon calumet
Elle a changé ma vie, j’m’y attendais pas
Si demain elle me quitte, je m’en remettrai pas
Je risque de mourir en club, au carré VIP
Trahi par un gars de mon équipe.

Pour cinquante euros, on les a corrompus
Ils me font tous les vrais mais c’est que des faux culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go
Au fusil à lunette, je regarde la concu’
Tellement ils m’ennuient, je regarde des gros culs
Quartiers nord de Marseille, donnez-moi le Go
Je vais tous me les faire, donnez-moi le Go.

Les histoires, j’écoute pas
Señorita, j’ai connu la lère-ga
Ça bouge pas, ça bouge pas
Mira, mira
C’est la vida locaaa.(dlg)
Alonzo paroles
Video Alonzo

[Part 1]
Ich dachte dein Versprechen hält, noch letztes Jahr
Hast du mir gesagt: "Wir sind ein perfektes Paar"
Ich habe dir vertraut und glaubte jeden Satz
Anscheinend war ich fehl am Platz
Du bist eine Narbe in meinem Leben und deswegen will ich dich nicht seh’n
Deine Lügen brauchst du nicht erzähl’n
Heute gehst du raus mit jedem, ich hab’ alles für dich aufgegeben
Und plötzlich ist es aus gewesen
Die Frau mit Ehre ist jetzt unterwegs, mit jedem Hund zu seh’n
Und laufe ich an dir vorbei, brauchst du dich nicht umzudreh’n
Und dann rumzusteh’n und mich anzustarr’n
Ich bin kein Bonze, ich hab keinen Anzug an
Wie die aus deiner Scheinwelt
Anscheinend war ich nicht zu VIP genug für dich, mit meinem Kleingeld
Und jedes Mal wenn ich dran denk’, was ich dir alles gab
Hass’ ich mich selbst, weil du für mich alles warst
Ich gab dir, was du wolltest, gab dir mein ganzes Leben
Doch was hast du gegeben, außer all die Tränen?
Ich hab jetzt nachgedacht und bin so kalt geworden
In meinen Augen bist du halt gestorben!

[Hook]
Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n

Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n

[Part 2]
Bild dir nix ein auf die Zeilen, die ich für dich schreib’
Bild dir nix ein auf die Zeilen, die ich für dich schreib’
Bild dir nix ein auf die Zeilen, die ich für dich schreib’
Will dir nur zeigen, wie tief man sinken kann in so ‘ner kurzen Zeit
Ich schloss dich in mein Herz und gab dir mein Vertrauen
In meinem Leben gab es für mich keine andre Frau
Ich dachte wirklich, dass wir beide eine Zukunft haben
Mit wie viel’n Männern hab ich mich wegen dir rumgeschlagen?
Doch all das warst du wert in diesem Augenblick
Heute seh ich nichts mehr, wenn ich dir in die Augen blick’
Ich war dein Mann, dein Beschützer und du brauchtest mich
Doch du verkauftest mich – ein für alle Mal
Und ich hatt’ keine Wahl, außer dich zu hassen, Schatz
Danke für die Narben, die du hinterlassen hast
Danke für den Schmerz, danke für den Kummer
Tu mir ein’n Gefallen und lösch mal meine Nummer
Lösch alles, worauf ich zu seh’n bin, ich bitte dich
Du willst ein’n Neuanfang, doch heute will ich nicht
Ich will dich nicht mehr seh’n, ich kann dich nicht ertragen
An deiner Stelle würd ich nichts mehr sagen!

[Hook]
Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n

Wenn das Liebe wäre, würd es niemals enden
Eine Beziehung würde man niemals beenden
Mein Diamant, ich trug dich auf den Händen
Doch wenn das Liebe wäre, würdest du doch niemals weggeh’n

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash
Kalash, Kalash, Kalash, Kalash

[Part 1]
Onkel verteilt miese Nacken, Xalaz
Bei Faxen fliegen Flaschen, Xalaz
Ihr seid Diebe von Handtaschen, Xalaz
Öffnen Shisha Bars zum Geld waschen, Xalaz
Rede nicht viel, lade und schieß, Xalaz
Lebe mit Stil, Dsquared-Jeans, Xalaz
Lege die Line, deine Freundin will zieh’n, Xalaz
Gebe jetzt Speed, Rapper können nicht fliehen, Xalaz
Handy vibriert Rapper fragen nach feat, Xalaz
Doch meine Antwort ist : "Kollege Chief !", Xalaz
Zeitverschwendung ich muss Patte verdien’, Xalaz
Ich bleib in Deckung, wenn wir kommen und dich kriegn’, Xalaz
Links, Rechts Kombo wie Kimbo, Xalaz
Million auf Konto wie Rick Ross, Xalaz
Sie küss’n meine Hand, nennen mich "Big Boss", Xalaz
Hol’ deine Freundin, sie gibt big cock, Xalaz

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash

[Part 2]
War 5 Jahre schwarz, heute Student, Xalaz
Mach Platz, sieh’ zu wie ich deine Crew bang, Xalaz
Wiesbaden, hier hilft kein Cousin, Xalaz
Setze Meilensteine, Wu-Tang, Xalaz
Eure Chicks’n wollen schmusen, Xalaz
Du bist unterwegs am chusen, Xalaz
Im Q7-S line cruisen, Xalaz
Kinder wollen Blog zum schufen, Xalaz
Schuff, schuff nach Amca, Xalaz
Kush, Kush, baller Ganja, Xalaz
Puff, puff du bist Stammgast, Xalaz
Druff, Druff ich bin anders, Xalaz
Anders, so wie Tupac, Xalaz
Alle mann schreien: "Eno zu krass", Xalaz
Anders, so wie B.I.G., egal wo immer VIP

[Bridge]
Abstand, red’ nicht du Sippii
Kalash, lade und geb’ ihn
WBL City, dein Kontakt ich ripp’ ihn
Für Feinde hier gibt es Tritte auf Rippen
Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz, Xalaz

[Hook]
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash
Zu viele Sippis hier machen ein’ auf Baba
183 holt Kafas runter mit der Kalash, xalaz
Mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash, mit der Kalash

[Intro]
Amigo, Amigo!
Hey!
Ahh, I am Pepe!
And I have what you need
So what’s your poison, eh?
Uppers, Downers, In’s, Out’s?
I can get it all!
You got that look in your eye, eh?
I know you
You want some Choo-Choo!

Yeah
Matta’ fact
Hahahahaha
Try’na hit the slopes
Buckle Up

Jump up in the bed and gimme head
And you can bet that every time I walk
Up in the room the women want to fuck
82 percent’ll go up and take the D’
You need to get some kinda brace for
When you take it in the gut
But the boyfriend on the loose
So when they tell me cuz’ they knew
That she was comin’ to my show that she was
In my VIP
Said she would handle my erection
Don’t you got’ ’em man
I mean I’m kinda faded and
It will be our little secret, and I will tell you, might as well, she Told me that
She like to listen my music while
She playing with her clit
Ask her where she hid the scalpel
Told her hip or not
She told me that she find the size upon me playing with my dick
Showed up at my show and told me that she wanna’
Take me round the corner fo’
A quickie just so that I can get that ass
Told me that I was her boyfriend’s favorite rapper
That’s a set-up, That’s some funny shit for you to do to get an
Autograph

[Hook:]
Ready when I run up in the taco shop
That hyna had ass
I was drinkin’ up to catch up while the hammer taught, ready to blast
She was a pinche puta

[Bridge:]
Amigo amigo
Ey you were right eh?
It’s so good, It’s so good, you were right
But I know what you want
You want some Choo-Choo!

[Verse 2]
I’ma hit it with the Boomstick like LL
In too deep with the wrench an’ the pussy don’t smell well
Hat’s off to you motherfuckers who jump in
Like fuck it all with the sawn-off
And the dance off with the bitch out like perl rails
Pervert?
Yep, that’s me!
I don’t care what you say
9 times outta 10 it’ll be like
"Insane? He’s OK"
Tell your bitches in my aim
I talk about this nigga so lame
Can you do this body hit so I can splash in your face?
Bust a nut upon your titties, water and some leche
I’ma lick the pussy while she sucking on my cuete
Enchiladas, sutaca carni inside a guaca
Holdin’ with the .40 for my homie, little pepe
Told me she would let me do some freaky shit
I mean the sickest shit you could imagine
I’m a different kinda fuck boo
I be doin’ mental shit to bitches
They don’t wonder with the dick
They can’t compete
There ain’t no other nigga
Fuck you!

King Ray
Juicy J
TK N Cash
Yall know what it is
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up bitch
Get up

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Magic City Monday
Club throwing hundreds
I swear it’s all trash bag money
I swear I could make it rain if it’s Sunday
All a nigga know is fucking up some commas
Go slide down that pole, show me that you want it
I’m about to throw so much that you can cop a foreign
Better do something for it
X-rated performance
Show a nigga something I never seen, I can’t afford it
Already, already
Bad bitches in my VIP they all ready
Oh man they all ready
I’m paid, they all get it
I throw them hundreds out, they all get it

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Shake that ass baby, make this cash baby
You gon make me have to go up in my stash baby
He got a hundred dollars tryna make it last baby
He got a thousand, buy I bet you that’s his last baby
New Bentley outside sitting on the crib
Baby blue Gerber, Imma need a bib
Just do what I say, I don’t need no liv
I just killed the club, that’s just how I live
Yeah, they make it rain, I make it hurricane
I done spent so much I coulda bought another chain
I done spent so much, you better bust it for the gang
I spent so much now she wanna know my real name
Just call me Jordan baby, ball like I’m Jordan baby
You like these shoes, where they come from?
Across the border baby
Don’t be so thirsty
I just might pass you some water baby
When I get finished with you bet they can’t afford ya baby

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook]
Magic City Monday
Magic City Monday
Bring them bandz out, ohh ohh
Cuz I got dirty money on the floor
Fuck it Imma throw some more
So let me see you work that pole
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Already
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Intro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
DJ EscoMoeCity, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin’ planet
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
I’m a big timer, baby, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
Got bottles on me right now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Verse 1]
I’m drippin’ flavor, you just a traitor
No sports agent, I am a player
I’m at the Four Seasons like I’m on vacation
Tryna count some paper everyday I wake up
I can’t get no sleep, I’m runnin’ these bands way up
Louboutins on my feet gettin’ laced up
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, it’s perfect timer
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, I’m tryna find her
I got fine bitches on me just like Chyna
Here’s a chance for you to prove it girl, line up
Ain’t no pressure, got a drapper bustin’ diamonds
If you care about her, put her in designer

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
I could pay your rent right now, how you love that?
I could pay your bills right now, how you love that?
I buy you a brand new car, how you love that?
I’m standin’ on the bar, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Bridge]
Foreign automobiles, spinnin’ these wheels, yeah-yeah-yeah
Take the top off a seal, take the top off a seal and pour it
Make me some Codeine I want it, make me some bars I want it
I got a feelin’ she want me like I want her

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?

[Outro]
You need that drip, you wanna drip
I show you drip, I’mma get on that drip
Like to drip, they like to drip
You wanna drip, you know we drip
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

Oooh
Who ya’ll talking to
Yeah
Spitta
Yeah
Where haven’t we been yet
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Uh
Welcome To The Winner’s Circle nigga
Month after month after month nigga

A nigga never been as fresh as me
I’m fucking with you
But the bad bitches give me my props
Like the newest one that I got
Met her at my Wednesday night spot
Valet park the whip at Harris Casino
Hit the driver with a customary C note
Assembled the crew, blew a half an ounce
Popped a bottle or two
When some NBA niggas in suits came through
One of them played for the Hornets
He had his bitch with him too
I could tell she was on me
Shorty couldn’t keep her eyes off me
To save her life
No ring on her finger so that wasn’t his wife
Not for me to pursue
The bitch would not be right
Left the ball in her court
And she played it smart
Made her way to the bathroom
Slid a piece of paper on my VIP table
In a way so casual
Seven digits written in pink ink
She didn’t leave an area code
I knew she was a local ho
Eye fucking for the rest of the night on the low
Having mind sex right underneath her man’s nose
Hit the bitch with a text
But she couldn’t check her phone in front of man
She waited ’til she made it home
I’m in the room all alone
I heard a text message alert ring tone
Flipped open the celly
The context of the message was the address to her telly
Thought the situation was fishy
But I ignored what I was smelling
But don’t get it twisted
I didn’t head out on a mission
Without calling a bitch
To make sure I had the right idea ’bout this
Cause the last thing I need is a rape charge
From one of these fake broads
Who try to gain access to wreck a niggas bank cards
But fuck all that
Back to the hooper’s ho
In the Chenile sundress on the hotel room floor
Told me that she just want to fuck and smoke with a real nigga
And she only with the other nigga for the dough
I said mama tell me something that I don’t know
We got bent and I broke her back
On and off for a couple of months we did that
The bitch got lost in the swag
Ride me around the city smoking in the man’s whip
Bring the car back smelling like purple grass
I’m surprised he ain’t beat her ass
I know you wanna know how I’m gonna end the story
But I can’t end the story
Cause the story still going
Dude still hooping and his hoes still hoin’
And his ho’s with the planes
And the boy don’t know it
Yeah
Go Hornets
Yeah
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Its just rap music man
Welcome to the Winner’s Circle
Its just entertainment
Or is it?
Yeah
For real man

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Post-Hook: P Money]
Mandem’s involved
Lightskin gyal on the road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Bare man tekked off your road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Dem boy already know, yeah, mandem’s involved

[Verse 1: P Money]
I ain’t never been no one’s younger
I’ve got a big man gyal in man’s jumper
Big money and a private bank card
You ain’t even got a private place on your bumper
Got a claim in when I get the bumper
Big ting cat, see your girl’s bumper
Call register full of my number
Got a man screaming “what the bumba?”
Got a text, last night was heavy (wave)
Off of that Cîroc Red Berry (wave)
Did it like all the stars on telly (wave)
True say, she’d seen me on telly (mad)
Who’s got the Riz? Who’s got the Henny?
Waviest gang, turn a room to a ferry
Bare foul play, no signs of a penny
OGz are involved, everyone’s ready (OGz)

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Verse 2]
Just hold the bacon
And touch the road, got a rave and the mandem’s involved
Anybody touching me and my Gs
Dun know say the mandem’s involved
If you’re on chilling in the VIP
Smoking that, you ain’t for me becuh man’s involved
From day one, I said I’m gonna make it
And when I make it, I’ll get the mandem involved
Everybody knows we’re OGz
We’ll run the world, mandem’s on a roll
Run up with all my Gs, if you want it with my Gs
Dun know, man’s gonna roll
Drrrrrr
You don’t wanna hear the drumroll
Make a man lose his soul
See me with something, more time, got it from the roads

[Verse 3: Little Dee]
Turn out when I turn up
If I turn up, it’s a turnout
Heart racing like a Lambo
Club smoking like a burnout
You turn up with your hater on
I turn up with Alligators on
I spent a lot but I blame it on
That Hennessy and them jägerbombs
Money comes, then money goes
Kicked off and I’m the one involved
Forget gym, I let belly grow
Then work it off when I’m running road
Drink driving in a two-seater
Three litres, drunk two litres
Hennessy and that red Cîroc
Hit the cops, then I’m jetting off

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Verse 4: Blacks]
Man know me
I don’t ring man’s phone
Rave off ends
I’m already involved
Might jump in the car
Cruise control
Man’s going 120
Man’s never been slow
Three shows this week
I’m getting this dough
Man’s gotta go hard
Baby at home
And plus, I like
Expensive clothes
Hoes on me
Cause I’m getting this dough

[Verse 5]
So, who’s involved?
I’ll leave no one when I come to your zones
Any war talk, I’m rising chrome
Diss OGz, I’ll take off your dome
Your place ain’t safe if I come to your home
I keep it real so I should be cold
Can you hear my lyrical tone?
Like D Double, bad to the bone
On my block, you don’t wanna roll
Jewels get taken, I’m involved
Call my plug and it all gets sold
Just like Homer, I get doh
Still move drugs, so ring my phone
I’ve got what you want if you can’t cope
Go ask your wifey, trust me, she knows
She’s in my trap, playing with her nose

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Post-Hook: P Money]
Mandem’s involved
Lightskin gyal on the road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Bare man tekked off your road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Dem boy already know, yeah, mandem’s involved

[Intro]
Flo Rida: I need a guarantee
Akon: eh, eh, eh…eh
Flo Rida: Akon are you with me?
Akon: Akon and Flo Rida
Flo Rida: The World is you with me?

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
Be down for the cause, be my misses set it off, she can add to the po-po-po
Had some Betsy Ross, B-B-back up off the wall, satisfaction in my clause, satisfaction for my dawgs
I need passion from these broads, in the club do your strut guarantee me some love
I need answers, keep the questions lets agree to some touch
Run the tab, let me grab, I don’t need a paragraph
Don’t like talkin’ on about flossin’, only freaks on my staff

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First its money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 2: Flo Rida]
All out all in, ninety-nine point nine percent
Girl you can’t be hesitant, love your ex? excellent
Want more x? lets be friends
Unprescripted medicine, that’s a problem I don’t bother not even no evidence
I need to know,one, when you gonna go get it done hun, two you ain’t gotta be my boo I got a buggati
I want when I’m at the bar, exclusive, shorty spit at me, no mucus, that don’t mean I’ll be your cupid
I ain’t stupid baby, you can buzz

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 3: Flo Rida]
Definitely a dime, right, when with me like flying kite
Only cash, shows and ice
Give Flo Rida sacrifice, shorty represent the night
Stunting feed the appetite, say the price
Paper tight, blow it like some candle light
VIP the whole clique, got the moon rock wrapped around my wrist
I’m about to waste, don’t trip, like back in the day like 2 legit
Where the love go, to my dub show
We’re on the sexy ghetto, where’d your new patron get us

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Intro: Twista]
Yeah
Twista
What up?
(I wanna get next to you)
Jeremih
Tell her
Uhuh

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Verse 1: Twista]
What’s up lil’ mama? Could you tell me your name?
I’m in all white, cocaine, so flame
Is what I’m smoking on when I
Think about it when I’m looking at your body when I see you cause I really wanna come close
So fly and I want you the most
Let’s have a toast, drinks on me
Summertime, drop top, wintertime, minks on me
Too cold, I’m hoping that really want me cause I
Be at you cause wanna get next to you
In the back of the Phantom, or the club in VIP or at the bar
When I see you I feel like I’m looking at a star, up to par
Just so fly
Having dreams of you being mine, cause I’m just so high
Telling all my boys that you chose me and left yo’ guy
Magnificent situation, I’m so glad that I bumped you
Intense, let me close up this tense distance between us two
Cause I don’t wanna go hard like I wanna have sex with you
I’ma take my time and let you know (I wanna get next to you)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Verse 2: Twista]
I think you sexy, ain’t no need for the faking
Could you tell me, is this seat taken? If it ain’t then can I sit down?
Compliment her like a gentleman because I know that there’s fly shit there
All the time in the back of my mind I wanna say "that’s my shit there"
With the swag of a diva, hot but not too flamboyant
Wishing I could communicate with her through clairvoyance
Telepathy and I could really tell her what I feel about her when I have a thought
Pretty skin and your lips look so soft, don’t talk, shhh, be quiet
Could you tell what I be thinking about when you see my eyes?
They say I’m looking at you like prey
And I’m a lion and I’m finna make a move
Cause I really wanna see her on my arm a lot
Tryna be her friend, I’ma become so close I’ll be her confidant
But, play hard to get and tell me why don’t I just go
Well I think you are the shit so (I wanna get next to you)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

[Outro: Jeremih & Twista]
And when you call me
That’s right
And I’m gon make sure I’ll be on my way next to you baby
I wanna get next to you
Wanna be close to you baby
I wanna get next to you

[Verse 1]
Said her name was Gemini
Damn that girl she hella fly
Told her she to be televised
So I beamed her up to my Enterprise
She be in that gym though
Trying to keep that thing toned
Doing squats and them leg curls
Girl you be in your damn zone
College bound chick but ain’t
Major in accounting but she make that money keep flowing like a fountain
That girl thick thick
You can tell she from the south quick
And she can’t fuck with no niggaz that ain’t bout it, we out here
Yea that’s why I stay on my business
As God is my witness
It’s legal dollar grand scale nigga
We in your district we taking your
Mistress and you know big booty
Though we stick with it
I’m in the right lane with the EZ pass every night man we gettin
Easy cash in the VIP it’s champagne that girl shake it like she insane

[Verse 2]
I don’t never want see you mad
What’s the price throw it in the bag
Pay it off we don’t leave no tab
Buying things that you never had
Tatted up with my jeans on sag
Diddy bop in my mean old swag
Swip the card then I hit the dab
Milly rock I don’t need no cash
Yeah
I’m fly as hell and my shorty bad
Yeah
High heals designer bags
Yeah
I love it when she shake that ass
Make a nigga wanna spend that stash
Legal dollars got shit on smash
Yeah
She turning heads like ceiling fans
Yeah
The way she move got em in a trance
Yeah
My chain swinging orangutan
We don’t care what you niggas
We just out here doing our thing
Yeah
And all of my niggas we gettin that paper
And none of my niggas ain’t taking no pay cuts
We stacking we stacking we stacking that paper
We laughing we laughing we laughing at haters

[Verse 1: Jacob Latimore]
I wanna talk about you
And less about me
I wanna try some new things, new things
Like your body on me
Baby, don’t it feel good?
Don’t have to keep it low key
Gon’ shake it like it’s loose change in your frame
Make a nigga say oh wee

[Pre-Hook: Jacob Latimore]
You say that I’m just your type, true shit
This is one hell of a night, too lit
Baby, fuck them other niggas, I can do you better
Bet you I can take you to another level, yeah
Skrrt skrrt on them new Perillis
Tryna make it rain with no umbrella

[Hook: Jacob Latimore]
Say oh, if you tell me that it’s all real, girl, I can’t say no
That’s just how you makin’ me feel
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real

[Verse 2: Jacob Latimore]
Tell me what’s the move
Damn that body so fye
You make me wanna do things, do things
That’s no lie
Yeah that pussy I abuse
Cause it’s all mine
You make me wanna do things, grown things
Yeah, me wanna love you long time

[Pre-Hook: Jacob Latimore]
You say that I’m just your type, true shit
This is one hell of a night, too lit
Baby, fuck them other niggas, I can do you better
Bet you I can take you to another level, yeah
Skrrt skrrt on them new Perillis
Tryna make it rain with no umbrella

[Hook: Jacob Latimore]
Say oh, if you tell me that it’s all real, girl, I can’t say no
That’s just how you makin’ me feel
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real

[Verse 3: IshDARR]
Girl, you make me wanna do things
Hair whipped, nails did, down to your mood swings
You ain’t with that petty shit, pedicure and your fenty slides
On to the next, I’m wonderin’ how to make you mine
One time, it’s gon’ work like this
Keep that 90 bounce, get a boss like this
Pulled off on your ex, lookin’ mad as a bitch
Baby let’s be real, we only seen in the VIP
You would dome glamour stand on every single journey
Hope ya worthy, I probably shouldn’t, be damned if I do
Smoke tree, play badu ’til four in the mornin’
Let them assume, no they not important

[Hook: Jacob Latimore]
Say oh, if you tell me that it’s all real, girl, I can’t say no
That’s just how you makin’ me feel
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real