Tag: VVS

Lyrics Roy Woods – What are you on

Oh, what are you on?
When you get with us
What should I know?
When you get up.

Oh, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (x4)

Smoke blunts, rather pop one to get off
VVS make your lady dance from afar
Roll it fast ’cause marijuana is my cologne
Lil’ baby come and smoke with me
He ain’t no friend of me
Bad bitches still the only girls that can be friends with me
F**k you good, pass you to the left, to your enemy (to your enemy)
What you want? Money and Patrón versuri-lyrics.info
Before you get it free I’d rather tell you what to tell
They know this isn’t me but s**t happens when you get older
Niggas didn’t think I’d make it far when I told them
Out there in the woods lookin’ for peace out with my soldiers
Everybody lookin’ at me like I get help.

I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
What you want is my money but do you respect it?

What are you on? (s*x, money, woods, alcohol)
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (s*x, money, drugs, alcohol) (x4)

I worked for everything I got
You don’t know how to treat a boss
My fake girl stay within the thots
Lightning bolt didn’t kill her this time
I know she like my style
Ain’t no asking why, two cups at a time
‘Bout to multiply
I have been on more than one, two, three, four, five
Get high.

I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?

Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xansss.
Roy Woods lyrics
Video on

[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

I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend

[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl?
And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Intro: French Montana]
I got some money to spend, aye aye
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend
I got some money to spend

[Pre-Chorus: T.I. & French Montana]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Verse 1]
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffle
I got cash in the freezer
We don’t clash in the hood
Bottles with the dope, hot
Smokin’ dope, lean, work bust it open
Hit the block, then I hit the jeweler
Wrist, bust it open

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 2]
Bust it open, want it freaky
Yeah she want it on the top
And all my diamonds VVS, she bust it open in her feelings

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic City, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Blue cheese, revenue
I got a bitch, text her down on avenue
And when he suck up L.A., man I hate to do it
But I still gettin’ wet for a battle too
And nigga really though, ain’t going back and forth, what you weenin’ on a tennie girl?
And nigga talk, when you still know how to bid it though
Ain’t wanna let down
Yeah heh, and nigga warning, danger
Yeah they have what they came for
Shoe to toe, nail flamethrower
Known to hit where they ain’t for
Cocaine lord, Marijuana Don
He watching mine is a 1 on 1
Got a hundred stacks, of a hundred ones
Plus a hunna hunnas
Binding stacks on another
I keep it a hunna for a hunna bands
I seen felons turn they backs on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother killed her daughter
Man this shit is awful

[Pre-Chorus]
Man young having money poppin’, not the bat
I’ma hop out on the net
For my city for the bet (bet)
Bad bitches, bust it down
All waves are automatic
Got the drinks, got the pounds
Why you playin’ with the dabs though?

[Chorus: French Montana]
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)
Stop it (aye), Stop it (aye)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Models got the bottles
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Bad bitches, mob the floors
Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tip Tippy Top
Magic city, calm it down
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP

Lyrics Travis Scott – Reflex

This is Jack Burton in the Porkchop Express and I’m talkin’ to whoever’s listenin’ out there
Like I told my last wife
I says: “Honey, I never drive faster than I can see, besides that, it’s all in the reflex”

Off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Won’t you flex that a*s again
Off a refleeex, off the refleeex
Off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh.

Off a refleeex, off a refleeex (yeah), off a refleeex (yeah)
I’ve been blowing through these bands, I’m in a deep check
All these bitches in my room, I feel like Keith Sweat (oeh)
We been going too in, I think I needs rest
When you leave, I think about it, damn, I need it
Johnny Cochran on these h**s the way I beat it
You make me weak, but don’t mistake it for my weakness
I’ve been out here, I’ve been out here with your deepest
Automatic, going in, I’m going T-Rex versuri-lyrics.info
VVS’s turn the T-shirt to a V-neck (straight up)
Gon’ create and spend that money we ain’t seen yet
All my niggas out and they ‘gone make it.

Off the refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan, just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Won’t you flex that a*s again
Off the refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Popped another xanny just to reset, just to reset.

Off the refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Won’t you flex that a*s again
Off a refleeex, off the refleeex, off the refleeex
Had to pop another xan just to reset
Just to reset, just to reset
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahhh.
Travis Scott lyrics
Video Travis Scott

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Part 1: Fler]
Alles VVS
Ziel’ die Schlampen an, sie tanzen im Bikinidress
Single is on fire, Junge, alle stream’n im Netz
Alle mieses Cash, glaub mir, alle Yeezys echt, yeah
Trink’ am Corner den Henny, immer bewaffnet und ready
Scheiß mal auf Rapper mit Maske, halbes Gesicht unterm Cappi
24 Karat häng’n an meinem Neck
Weiber nerven mich, die ganze Nacht WhatsApp
Jage mit mei’m Bruder jeden Tag das Mula
Bis wir alle vollhäng’n wie Slick Rick the Ruler
Teile mit der Gang Stack für Stack und Snack für Snack
Kille meine Feinde Kek für Kek, back to back
Diamanten, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Slowmotion-Yacht – zwölf K für paar Stunden Miete
Wir ha’m keine Skrupel, geh’n rein mit den Neunmillis
Audemars Piguet an den Handgelenken, voll Brillies

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Part 2: Jalil]
Yeah, Projektile fliegen aus dem weißen Boxster
In den meisten Fitnessrappern seh’ ich breite Opfer
Esse tagsüber nur Steak und nachts Champagnerregen
Schmuck kommt aus New York, Jacob the Jeweler muss selbst Hand anlegen
Yeah, brauch’ mehr Ketten als ein Sklavenhändler
Schwarze Haut auf schwarzem Leder in ‘nem schwarzen Benzer
Früher hingen all meine Träume im Schaufenster
Damals ein dreckiger Ausländer, trag’ ich sie heute ein Draufgänger
Verkehrte Welt, Kette so schwer, ich krieg’ Schmerzensgeld
Frage nicht nach ‘nem Feature solange dein Name nicht zufällig Fler enthält (facts, facts)
Jede Woche beim Barbier, damals kein Geld für ein’n Haarschnitt
Mittlerweile investier’ ich ein Hartz-IV (facts, facts, facts, facts)
Die Gang schießt scharf, alles für Blutdiamanten
Pumpen seit Jugend die Hantel, ich kenne nur die Mutanten, Bitch
Easy Rider, wenn wir aus dem Wagen zielen
Schwer im Geschäft, würden sie mich auf der Straße wiegen

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Verse 1: Jacob Sartorius]
Ay, been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got outta class, gave you my number
Supposed to hit me back

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 2: Jacob Sartorius]
You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday?

[Pre-Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
So now I can’t afford to
Miss you when it’s gorgeous outside

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius]
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Verse 3: blackbear]
I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go?
I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, girl, so you know
We finna take over the whole world

[Chorus: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
What’s up with that? (Hey, aw, yeah)
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
(You never hit me back)
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Outro: Jacob Sartorius, (blackbear) & Both]
(Why you never hit me back?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
(Why you never hit me back?
Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back

[Intro]
Yeah, whole pointers ’round my muhfuckin’ neck, nigga
Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, nigga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga

[Verse 1]
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can’t change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain’t got home training
Yeah, ten inch chains, too many karats
Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity
Yeah, I’m a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can’t let a broke bitch get near me
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
Goyard bag, I’m on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
All you niggas get capped, I’m the real McCoy
Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy
Yeah, had to block her number ’cause the bitch annoying
No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign
Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

[Verse 2]
Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption
Bitch, I send hits, I don’t walk ’round with tension
Gots a island girl and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with a choppers, nigga started running, not flinching
Bitch, I’m John Gotti, I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro
‘Cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, I’ma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, [?] and 204, they makin’ me biscuits
Hoe, I’m really rich, don’t know what a bitch thought
VVS bitch, they doin’ a crip walk
Niggas act like [?], you might as well hit chalk
My GD partners throwin’ up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it ’til it get hard
I don’t smoke weed ’cause it make me shh-noid
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark
Swear I would’ve shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks

[Chorus]
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Yee ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

[Outro]
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
21

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, it’s a knife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah nigga, I hit your wife and all, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, this a plain AP, but I got a lotta watches, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
VVS’s drippin’ off my chain, hoe (ooh)
I be in them places that you can’t go (can’t go)
My brother down the road on tango (I still see him)
You rap niggas sweeter than a mango (pussy sweet)
TEC on me with the coolie on it
I’ma fuck around and squeeze (ooh)
Pain runnin’ through my veins
I don’t want the fame, I just wanna eat (ooh)
Rap niggas callin’ my phone
Fuck these niggas, these niggas ain’t G’s (one hunnit)
Spend on a lot of niggas, I ain’t spend no more
Fuck around and get robbed ’round me (fast)
Chain snatched
Watch snatched, don’t get it back (get it)
Chopper on you
Wrong move, get hit in the back (cutter)
I’m Young Savage
Real nigga, they vouchin’ for that (they vouchin’ for that)
I keep it on me
One in the head, I’m cockin’ it back
And I make your bitch drop it back
And I spend a dub in Saks
And I do a whole lot of drinkin’
I done put a hole in my kidney
Y’all niggas pussy like kittens (uh)
VVS’s on, I need mittens (VVS)
Nigga, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
Stomp a nigga ’til he need stitches (woah)
I ain’t never played no victim
Every nigga played, I killed him
Put a nigga in a blender, nigga, then we chop it up (then we chop it up)
Put it in the Pyrex, nigga, then we lock it up (lock it up)
Put that bitch inside a Benz, she was in a Acura
Niggas be actin’ tough, I just be stackin’ up (I just be stackin’ up)
Used to ride around with Dracos, now I’m going platinum (platinum)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala (yeah)
Now I got a whole lotta problems (got a whole lotta)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (ain’t trippin on ’em)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier (yeah)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (ooh)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?] (get madder nigga)
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage (ain’t talk about it)
We don’t talk about it, we shotters (ain’t talk about it)
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (okay)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (okay)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (ooh)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga, put gold on denim (gold)
Nigga, I said it, I meant it (meant it)
Nigga, be fresh like mint (fresh)
Nigga on percs, I’m itchin’ (nigga)
Nigga, I stayed in the trenches (nigga)
Niggas still play in the trenches (nigga)
Stayed up late on missions (fool)
Sometimes we ain’t strike for a dime (for a dime)
If them niggas actin’ scared, I ride (I’m gon’ go)
When my brother got killed, I cried
I can’t let a nigga stop my stride (stride)
Gotta keep this shit goin’, gotta move (move)
If it come down to it, I’m bustin’ moves (fool)
I jump up out that vert with a Uzi (skrt)
These facts, lil’ nigga I’m the truth (truth)
You got goons, lil’ nigga, I got troops (I got troops)
They don’t got Instagrams ’cause they shoot (I got, I got)
Coulda got a four-door, I got a coupe (got that coupe)
Coulda fucked that bitch, I passed her to the crew (here you go)
Shiverin’ and shakin’, boy you ain’t gon’ shoot
Wright Street, man I ate a lot of soups

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Young Thug]
Nigga made a whole lotta guala
Now I got a whole lotta problems (yeah)
Main bitch fuckin’ my partner (main bitch)
Nigga, we ain’t trippin’, we ballin’ (fool)
And I got a whole lotta shotters (and I gotta)
Hang around a whole lotta robbers (hang around)
And I got a bad bitch callin’ (and I gotta)
Put a bad bitch in Cartier
Catch a nigga ridin’ down College (skrt skrt)
Catch a nigga ridin’ down [?]
We ain’t talkin’ ’bout it, we savage
We don’t talk about it, we shotters
Straight up out the gutter, we charted (gutter)
Straight up out the gutter, we heartless (heartless)
I’m a street nigga and a artist (street nigga)
And I’m gon’ hit my targets (voom voom)

[Verse]
Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I got thirty shots, yeah yeah
Got your baby mama, yeah yeah
She bent over nigga, yeah yeah
Young Savage trappin’, yeah yeah
And I’m fuckin’ rappin’, yeah yeah
I make lots of money, yeah yeah
And I throw it, throw it, yeah yeah
Ayy lil bitch you tryna blow it, yeah
Woah, chopper like a lawnmower, yeah
Woah, got that motherfuckin’ dagger on me
Woah, stab a nigga and his lil homie, woah
And I’m ballin’ like Nowitzki, woah
I get head like Lewinsky
Police tryna fingerprint me, woah
I’m runnin’ out that motherfucker, nigga, woah
Get money like a motherfucker, nigga
Bags in, nigga gas in
Cash out, nigga cash in
I’m robbin’, ski maskin’
You niggas know that I’m ’bout action
Fishtail with the traction
Fuck a fistfight, nigga I was blasting
Air that motherfucker out, we was smashin’
Got them VVS’s on me, nigga glass
Fuck school nigga, always skipped class
Fuck the other side, throwin’ red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon’ do you bad nigga
Runnin’ through this cash, through this cash nigga
And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga
Yeah, and I got a bag, got a bag nigga
Why these niggas mad, why they sad nigga
‘Cause I’m poppin’ ho, yeah I’m poppin’ ho
Got your main bitch, pussy poppin’ ho
We don’t want that pussy, we just want that toppy ho
And I don’t want it if the shit ain’t sloppy ho
Yeah, gang gang, nigga gang gang
Ayy, niggas snitching in the chain gang, ayy
They must not know they go in the chain gang, ayy
Stab ’em up, nigga stab ’em up
I’m a Bentley truck, you in a Acura
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t got racks or somethin’
You niggas actin’ like I ain’t in the trap or somethin’
Fuck you niggas thought, Savage was just rappin’ huh
Hey, your main bitch, she gon’ back it up
21, that two-two-three gon’ make you back it up
21, that show money I just stack it up
21, I’m real gangster, you just acting tough, woah
Niggas tryna put the feds on me, woah
My young niggas droppin’ shells on ’em, woah
I know they scared now, scared now
Niggas broke, they can’t even pay they bail now
Ayy, I get a brick and I bust it down, nigga
Put it in the pyrex and drown it, nigga
Water whip the dope, water whip it
Ho, water whip your ho, water whip ’em, yeah
Them VVS’s got her hypnotized, yeah
I used to walk around with two nines, woah
Then I hit a nigga for two nines, 21
That’s a half a brick lil nigga, 21
You a fuckin’ shrimp lil nigga, 21
I got somethin’ for that lip lil nigga, 21
Have you with a limp lil nigga, 21
Cut you up, no temp lil nigga, yeah
I get money ’cause I’m rich nigga, yeah
I might fuck all on your bitch nigga, yeah
Got a drank in in the vip nigga, yeah
She want a gangster, not a wimp nigga, yeah
Burberry fur on me, shit, woah
Thirty, Steph Curry on me, shit, woah
Eating chicken curry in this bitch, woah
Good food, nigga good food, 21
I’m a gangster, you a good dude, 21
I won’t text her ’til she send nudes, 21
She call my phone when the rent due, 21
I ain’t got a dime for your stankin’ ass, 21
Wash your behind with your stankin’ ass, bitch
And your nigga broke, down bad, bitch
All my niggas havin’ fuckin’ bags, bitch
Rich niggas, rich niggas, rich, 21
Hit nigga, hit nigga, hit, 21
That stick nigga, stick nigga, stick, 21
Bricks nigga, licks nigga, hits, 21
Slaughter Gang, PDE the shit, 21
Got the rap game on lock fast, 21
Got the block game on lock fast, 21
I got that Glock aim on lock fast, 21
I drop cop and send shots fast, 21
You only gangster when the gangsters gone, 21
You just a pussy with a camera phone, 21
You just a bitch with an Instagram, 21
No trigger finger, I got a trigger hand, 21
All of ’em like to shoot nigga, 21
All of ’em like boot nigga, 21
All of ’em in your boot nigga, 21
Finger holes, nigga finger holes, 21
You just a pussy with some finger rolls, 21
I can’t respect a nigga with cornrows, 21
Broke nigga with your brother’s clothes, 21
Broke nigga fuckin’ your brother’s hoes, 21
Get your own nigga, get your own, 21
You ain’t grown, nigga you ain’t grown, 21
Your money brown and my money long, 21
My blunt green and my gas strong, 21
Your bitch bad and I got her number, 21
All her friends wanna throw a slumber, 21
I might fuck all on that bitch mama, 21
I might take that lil bitch out to ‘Hana’s, 21
Put that lil bitch in a Benz, yeah, 21
I wish that bitch had a twin, yeah, 21
She want all my friends, yeah, 21
Man that bitch got on some Timbs, yeah, 21
But I put that bitch in Gucci Gucci, 21
Man I fuck that bitch like she Karruche, 21
I might lick that, do the oochie coochie, 21
Got a brown one like a nigga Boosie, 21
Nigga catch me all up in Bruce’s, 21
And you know I pull up with that uzi, 21
I’ma shoot a nigga, make the news and, 21
Niggas umm, niggas niggas losin’, 21
Yeah yeah, nigga yeah yeah, 21
Serve a nigga with no scale scale, 21
Come and help me wrap this bale, bale, 21
Fuck 12, no seatbelt, 21
Fuck 12, I don’t need help, 21
12 gauge, nigga that’s my help, 21

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Part 1: Fler]
Alles VVS
Ziel’ die Schlampen an, sie tanzen im Bikinidress
Single is on fire, Junge, alle stream’n im Netz
Alle mieses Cash, glaub mir, alle Yeezys echt, yeah
Trink’ am Corner den Henny, immer bewaffnet und ready
Scheiß mal auf Rapper mit Maske, halbes Gesicht unterm Cappi
24 Karat häng’n an meinem Neck
Weiber nerven mich, die ganze Nacht WhatsApp
Jage mit mei’m Bruder jeden Tag das Mula
Bis wir alle vollhäng’n wie Slick Rick the Ruler
Teile mit der Gang Stack für Stack und Snack für Snack
Kille meine Feinde Kek für Kek, back to back
Diamanten, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Slowmotion-Yacht – zwölf K für paar Stunden Miete
Wir ha’m keine Skrupel, geh’n rein mit den Neunmillis
Audemars Piguet an den Handgelenken, voll Brillies

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Part 2: Jalil]
Yeah, Projektile fliegen aus dem weißen Boxster
In den meisten Fitnessrappern seh’ ich breite Opfer
Esse tagsüber nur Steak und nachts Champagnerregen
Schmuck kommt aus New York, Jacob the Jeweler muss selbst Hand anlegen
Yeah, brauch’ mehr Ketten als ein Sklavenhändler
Schwarze Haut auf schwarzem Leder in ‘nem schwarzen Benzer
Früher hingen all meine Träume im Schaufenster
Damals ein dreckiger Ausländer, trag’ ich sie heute ein Draufgänger
Verkehrte Welt, Kette so schwer, ich krieg’ Schmerzensgeld
Frage nicht nach ‘nem Feature solange dein Name nicht zufällig Fler enthält (facts, facts)
Jede Woche beim Barbier, damals kein Geld für ein’n Haarschnitt
Mittlerweile investier’ ich ein Hartz-IV (facts, facts, facts, facts)
Die Gang schießt scharf, alles für Blutdiamanten
Pumpen seit Jugend die Hantel, ich kenne nur die Mutanten, Bitch
Easy Rider, wenn wir aus dem Wagen zielen
Schwer im Geschäft, würden sie mich auf der Straße wiegen

[Hook: Fler]
Wenn ich aus dem AMG im Dunklen ziele
Wird es hell, am Tatort liegen Projektile
Diamanten-Bracelet, weil ich dieses Funkeln liebe
Scheine halten wach, der Lifestyle macht mich müde
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Will, dass meine Homies alle vollhäng’n
Heute ha’m wir das, wovon wir immer träumten
24 Karat VVS, alles VVS

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Got a 40 pack on me
Letting off shots on me
Wishing nigga run up on me
Turn his head to [?]
Got a big watch on me
Got a big chain on me
Had the game, had the hit
Man a lot of niggas said, yeah put the blame on me
100 thousand in bottles
Extended clip with the hallows
VVS stones irregular
All of this cushion irregular
All these bands like a drum line
All these guns like a drum line
My diamonds shine like the sunshine
Got all these rappers in lunch lines

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Mally Mal]
100 bands in the club
That’s all on me
I gotta move how she want
But you riding with me
Fucking with me
Pull up to the back
Whole bar’s on me
We all came up
Hustle squad with me
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

Lyrics Mally Mall – All on me

I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on meee, yeah yeah
It’s all on meee, yeah yeahhh.

Got a 40 pack on me
Letting off shots on me
Wishing nigga run up on me
Turn his head to ..
Got a big watch on me
Got a big chain on me
Had the game, had the hit
Man a lot of niggas said, yeah put the blame on me
100 thousand in bottles
Extended clip with the hallows
VVS stones irregular
All of this cushion irregular
All these bands like a drum line
All these guns like a drum line
My diamonds shine like the sunshine
Got all these rappers in lunch lines.

I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeahhh.

100 bands in the club
That’s all on me
I gotta move how she want
But you riding with me
Fucking with me
Pull up to the back
Versuri-lyrics.info
Whole bar’s on me
We all came up
Hustle squad with me
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down.

I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on meee, yeah yeah
It’s all on meee, yeah yeahhh.
Mally Mall lyrics
Video me

[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

[Hook]
In my car, yah, yah
Sipping on that Wock
Popping all these bars
Cooling with the stars
Coupe came with the star

[Verse 1]
Uh, Kurt Cobain shit, go out with a bang shit, uh
Still on gang shit
Same niggas I left with, yah
Leave you left quick, yah
On my left wrist, yah
That’s like two bricks, yah
On my right wrist, yah
That’s my right bitch, she hold the strap like dyke bitch
That’s my type bitch
Yeah, we do this shit all night bitch, yah
That’s our night bitch
Gleeshie just walked in with Percs and Xans so we pipe it
She wanna suck on my lil peepee ’cause she know Carti got right shit
I know these niggas out here peep me ’cause they see Young Carti copping shit, ooh
You a copier, yeah you like to copy shit
You wasn’t even on this style until Young Carti popped this shit, yeah
I got hella hoes, ooh, and they popping shit, yah
I got bopping hoes, ooh, on they popping shit, ooh
I need a solid hoe, ooh, harder than a brick
My bitch with no makeup kick
And she with the shit
She outta top me off and zip her lip, ooh
While I zip a brick
I got choppas on my momma couch, ooh
Pints all in the fridge, ooh
When I leave the crib, ooh
Go check on my kids, ooh
All these niggas my kids, ooh
I just fuck they bitch, ooh
All these niggas my kids, ooh
I just fuck they bitch, ooh
She hop in the dick and she split
Hop in the dick, hop in the bed, bed
Kids staying lit, lean thick
Throw it in the back, we lit
Throw it in the back, we lit
Thumb through the check, we lit, aye
I’m fucking this bitch, I flex, she split, ooh
I love this bitch, she do tricks, ooh
I told the bitch that she it, ooh
I told the bitch she the shit, ooh
All of my niggas, they hit
I give ’em the guap, he going to hit
He going to miss, hit ’em with kick, ooh
Kick the lil bih with the stick, ooh
He going out back to sip, ooh
I’m with the set like I’m Dip, ooh
Now with the set, I’m pimp, ooh
I swear I could be a lil pimp , ooh
I swear the need a lil pimp , ooh
Took the lil bih like a pit, ooh
VVS diamonds my neck, ooh
Don’t need no light to hit, ooh
I know I be cooling and shit, ooh
But all of these bitches I hit, ooh
And all of these niggas are bitch, ooh
All of these niggas are bitch

[Hook]
In my car, yah, yah
Sipping on that Wock
Popping all these bars
Cooling with the stars
Coupe came with the star
In my car
In my car
Coupe came with the star
My crew gave me some bars
In my car

[Verse 1 : TYuS]
I don’t see nothing wrong
With a little bit of bump and grind
Even though it ain’t mines
So call me when your man’s not home
And I pull up on you late night
Just to turn you on
And we know it’s going down
If I get you alone
And once I’m in it, all up in it
I prolly never make it home
Tonight I just want to get
To know you very well
As long as you won’t tell

[Hook 1: TYuS]
What we do
What we do
What we do
Is between me and you
What we do
What we do
And nobody has to know

[Post Hook: TYuS]
Baby, watching you I start to realize
You need someone different in your life
So I’m gon’ please you you you tonight
Can’t you see, that all I really wanted was your time
I wanna get a chance to make it right
And we got all night to make it right
Baby, yeah

[Verse 2 : 21 Savage]
21
Baby let me get inside it
When she ride it ohh shit
VVS’s ooh drip
She leave me, I might loose it
21 I’m ruthless
I love buying new shit
All my bitches bougie
All my bitches ooh 21
All my diamonds ooh ooh
Then I drop the top like ooh
I might put a ring on it ooh
Fresh up out the shower she the truth
Fresh up out the shower, getting loose
Look like honey and I got a sweet tooth
Bitches gon’ hate cause they wanna be you
Don’t let them get between us baby, they against you
Having this shit
Bugs Bunny nigga got karats and shit
She loves the way I be swaggin’ and shit
She done fell in love with the daggers and shit
Got a nigga thinkin’ bout marriage and shit
I’m a real skreet nigga, bangin’ and shit
Lookin’ up to me, twistin’ fingaz and shit
You know I had to put a ring up on that shit
Said she gon’ put her name on that dick
I put a Audemar plain on her wrist
She wanted Lexus, told her it ain’t shit
For the next bitch stay ain’t on shit
You can’t name a bitch that I ain’t hit
I ain’t never had a bitch hit like this
Relationship goals, look at our wrist
We just flexin’ on our X, 21

[Hook: TYuS]
What we do
What we do
What we do
Is between me and you
What we do
What we do
And nobody has to know

[Post Hook: TYuS]
Baby, watching you I start to realize
You need someone different in your life
So I’m gon’ please you you you tonight
Can’t you see, that all I wanted was your time
I wanna get a chance to make it right
And we got all night to make it right

[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

Lyrics Jacob Sartorius – Hit me back

Been waiting ’round all summer
Seen you posting pics and it’s been such a bummer, ay
Since we got out of class, gave you my number
‘Sposed to hit me back
So now I can’t afford to miss you when it’s gorgeous outside.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back.

You never hit me Monday
Took you on a date on Tuesday
We were in love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
Where’d you go Sunday?
So now I can’t afford to miss you when it’s gorgeous outside.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me back
What’s up with that? versuri-lyrics.info
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me back.

I had you YSL from head to toe
VVS rings to let you know
If you love me, then where’d you go?
I swooped you up in that big white ghost
I’m with Jacob, so girl, you know
We finna take over the whole world.

What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me bacaak
(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
FaceTimed you, called you, never hit me baaack
(You never hit me baaack)
What’s up with that?
The weather’s okay, so why you feeling sad?
(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me baaack.

(Why you never hit me baaack?)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me baaack
(Why you never hit me baaack?
Me back, me back, hit me, hit me)
What’s up with that?
Hit you all day, but you never hit me backkk.
Jacob Sartorius lyrics
Video Jacob Sartorius

It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, wop
Hitmaka! go

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner
[?]
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason (huh)
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Intro]
It’s Gucci
Droptop
Right now
Wizop, Huh, wop
Hitmaka! go

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Huh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner
[?]
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason (huh)
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
Bitch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch (might steal your bitch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bitch

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Tone that shit down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that shit down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Tone it down

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (Wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.(tone it down)

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Huhhh, pull up, fros up, with the door up
Chopper in the club, I don’t care who show up
Watch lookin’ like a glow up, when I throw up
East Side pour the Crys’ wrote why I grow up
Hold up, lil homie tone it down
‘Cause the jewelry that you rockin’ is for kids, I’m a grown up
Sat courtside right next to the owner
Lookin’ so good, make his wife pick her phone up
Big gold boulders, in my Rollie
Look like real flesh, make you wanna pick a stone up
If everybody got a watch like that
Then why would I want that watch? I’m a loaner.
..
Got that car ‘fore I got it, now I really don’t wanna
You never seen a nigga glow up like this
Not a nigga that was trappin’ on a corner.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Go, your man CB, jewelery 3D
Tryna be like me, ain’t easy
Niggas hate me, mamas wanna date me
‘Cause I got all these VVS pieces
In that Great thing
2018 Rolls Royce, chopper for no reason
Watered all my time, please water like a Fiji
Parked in front of the St Regis
I just wanna meet Meek
Ballin’ like an athlete, but I ball all four seasons
Diamonds, thats just like Breazin
Take it easy, Breezy go easy
b*tch goes in all my pieces
Gucci Mane stunt like Meechy
Jewelery so gold, I’m sneezin’
Pull up South Beach, no season.

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Yeah, four, four, drippin’
I be on a hunnids rolls
Fight, weed, hit it
Have a nigga seeing ghost
Tell me what to do, ‘cause I’m tryna get to know you
Champagne, takin’ shots
Won’t have a hangover.

Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch (might steal your b*tch)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your b*tch..

Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down (oh why)
Tell me who gon’ ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga, ball like this
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like this.

Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Tone that sh*t down
Weak nigga ball like thIs
Tone that sh*t down
Tell me who gon’ ball like thisss.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video down

[Verse 1]
Cranberry crepes to begin the day
Just another chance to fill the safe
Let us pray, if we pull it off and get away, smooth escape
And they stay fam for all our days, forever paid
Never played, never saved a bitch who misbehaved
That’s a privilege, niggas is made
Andretti Corleone, Spitta in his lane
Don’t be over here get ran over, no brakes in the rain
High performance motors, champagne
By God’s amazing grace I done maintained
Foolishly wake up tomorrow, do the same thing
Money and drugs on the brain, just trying to come up outchea
It’s rough outchea mane, drain all the love out your veins
Nothing but a cold blooded hustler remain
Trying to get to it, multiply by two it then five
Divide it amongst my crew, you know how we do

[Chorus x2]
Plottin’ like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day, tryin’ to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same, mane

[Verse 2]
Long as the Lord say the same, mane
We can have championship rings
Touch, any and everything
Come out on top long as I don’t stop
When I don’t drop it be like a coke drought
Dad will be back soon, love don’t pout
Dirty stall mean you already know who let the dogs out
Same nigga stay bringing cars out
When it’s broads, same player rock the gold, nigga getting hoes
Pull up bumping this probably get you mo’
I’m super glued to the G-code
Sticking to the script, played the role, made the honor roll
Shit makes sense to you further on down the road
Shiver when I spoke to her cause my game cold
Icebreaker cut precise like lasers
VVS talk quite persuasive

[Chorus x4]
Plottin’ like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day, tryin’ to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same, mane

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolen ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t post up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, they act like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sold no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, nigga
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolo ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Fell in love, she done got attached
Love to tell it, we a perfect match
Go to Paris, do the dashboard
See the wheel on the right side
Got her driving on the wrong side
Thought we was driving on the wrong side
Out the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals out of line
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin’ on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We can chop it up, but ain’t wine and dine
Rude girl, you the right sign
You the right kind, this the right time
We can kick it off and go to iceline
You see they bitin’ like Tyson
VVS’ wasn’t given to me
And them skirts, I’m a give ’em to you
No confessions, you can book the suite
I might even let you book the villa
Call me up and let me get right
Chains swinging, this a pair of ice
Maintain, go to paradise
I’m a send for you, book the last flight

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

Braless swag is complementary
Audemars is confidential
Credit card, expensive dinners
Fancy cruise and double M
Like you signed a Maybach deal
If you run across my BM, better not throw no bloodshed
Better not cut no fuss at them
Better look the other way, I know you fuckin’ him
You gotta let me have my way, that’s why I trust in you
Presidential suite, baby
You gon’ be there for me, yeah yeah
Your girlfriends always hatin’
You richer than them, that’s real facts
I keep you fly, that’s real facts
I get you high and a little upset
These niggas, they small talkin’
I bet they never cut a real check
Stay in the mall, flossin’
You ain’t never been laid on a bill yet
When I ain’t come with all these benefits
If you fuck a nigga who famous, you better

Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
Don’t tell nobody
Keep quiet, keep quiet, keep quiet
‘Cause you gon’ start a riot

From the club to the telly, on the floor
You better not wake them neighbors
You better not wake them neighbors, girl
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot
Keep quiet ’cause you gon’ start a riot

[Refrain]
Ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!
Don’t you ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Verse 1]
Tell me how should I feel
When I know what I know
And my female intuition
Telling me you a dog
People told me bout the flames
I couldn’t see through the smoke
When I need answers, accusations
What you mean you gone choke?

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You can’t stay, you gotta go
Ain’t no other chick spending ya dough
This is taking a toll
The way the story unfolds
Not the picture perfect movie everyone would’ve saw

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Refrain]
Ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm!
Don’t you ring the alarm
I been through this too long
But I’ll be damned if I see another chick on your arm

[Verse 2]
Tell me how should I feel
When you made me belong
And the thought of you just touching her
Is what I hate most
I don’t want you but I want it and I can’t let it go
To know you give it to her like you gave it to me, come on

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He’s so arrogant and bold
But she gone love that shit, I know
I done put in a call
Time to ring the alarm
Cause you ain’t never seen a fire like the one I’m gon’ cause

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Bridge]
How can you look at me
And not see all the things that I kept only just for you
Why would you risk it baby is that the price I that pay?
Cause this is my show and I won’t let you go
All it’s been paid for, and it’s mine
How could you look at me
And not see all the things
(See all the things)
(See all the things)

[Chorus]
She gon’ be rockin’ chinchilla coats
If I let you go
Benz and the house off the coast
If I let you go
She gon’ take everything I own
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if I let you go
She gone rock them VVS stones
If I let you go (coupes)
In the ‘Bach carter rolls
If I let you go
She go profit everything I taught
If I let you go
I can’t let you go
Damned if let you go

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide