Tag: VVS

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

[Verse 1]
Jimmy home, start checkin’ your bitch’s phone again
Feel like 2010, all these honkies callin’ my phone again
I’m in your backyard again, nigga, no Nickelodeon
Pockets on a hungry chick, niggas is Ethiopians
Left the door cracked for you niggas who still ain’t open it
Took the cookie jar out the stove, it got the coke in it
The fans got me showin’ my ass, so inappropriate
The Xans got me losin’ my stance, no more controllin’ it
So I might forget who I smashed or niggas’ ho I hit
Still skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky shit?
Still Pretty Ricky, I blow your ho to emoji kiss
Ain’t another nigga in my city I need to go against
Now I’m focusin’, tryna give lanes and G’s hope again
I wrote this shit two weeks in, with no pad or pen
Now who gon’ pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again?
My mama, Mo, and them, Baby Jace, Aubrey you need a win

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

[Verse 2]
Just yesterday I woke up in a jail cell
Came a long way from bustin’ down them dope sales
I pray every day we make it off them food stamps
I just wanna watch my lil’ brother go to training camp
Run the cheddar up, hit shocks and let the cheese melt
You ain’t lose lumber with me, you ain’t know how it felt
I asked myself, "How I win with the hand I was dealt?"
It’s like I’m plottin’ on the court, tryna dunk on the cell
Damn, and I got hit with probation violation
You ask me, shit I just think my probation was hatin’
Ride in the city with the calculator calculatin’
19.5 for one, two for the Walter Payton
Free my nigga True, he don’t shoot, he fightin’ that home invasion
Feds wanna kill me, say I’m guilty by association
VVS’ in my charm, chain the color as the Penguins
City gettin’ shitted on ’til they treat me like I’m famous

[Chorus]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

[CHORUS]
You say you get money, I get it too
You know a plug, well I know a few
You know what this choppa’ can do to you
You know what that hustle can do for you
Diamonds they clear & they purified
Play with the squad and get euthanized
She say when I hit her she satisfied
‘Til the world mine, i’m never satisfied
I take a brick and I step on it
I take a brick and I step on it
My first mixtape, niggas slept on it
My feet got Margielas don’t step on ’em
My feet got Guiseppes no step on ’em
I sold a bale and I don’t regret it
I hit that bitch and I don’t regret it
I get that check and it’s so excessive
We roll that pressure, it’s so excessive
I told lil mama "don’t miss ya’ blessings"
I feel them xans in my system
That act be diluting my system
You ain’t getting money, you trippin
You ain’t getting money, you trippin
I feel them xans in my system
That act be diluting my system

[VERSE 1]
Diamonds they glisten
Act in my system impairing my vision
You don’t get money, ‘lil nigga you tripping
Look at the scoreboard, ‘lil nigga we winnin’
I just might bring my niggas outta prison
‘Lil mama fine and she ‘muhfuckin tempting
VVS’s, they attracting the women
I’m a boss, I don’t have no restrictions
I might pull up in the latest edition
Feeling so grateful, niggas so hateful
I just put 30 thousand on the table
My plug threw me 30 and I told him thank you
I’m an example of what the streets make you
Feelin’ like sosa, i’m playin’ with soda
I’m mixin’ the soda
I sell you a bag and that shit gon’ be ova’
Play with me nigga, yo’ life gon’ be over!

[CHORUS]
You say you get money, I get it too
You know a plug, well I know a few
You know what this choppa’ can do to you
You know what that hustle can do for you
Diamonds they clear & they purified
Play with the squad and get euthanized
She say when I hit her she satisfied
‘Til the world mine, i’m never satisfied
I take a brick and I step on it
I take a brick and I step on it
My first mixtape, niggas slept on it
My feet got Margielas don’t step on ’em
My feet got Guiseppes no step on ’em
I sold a bale and I don’t regret it
I hit that bitch and I don’t regret it
I get that check and it’s so excessive
We roll that pressure, it’s so excessive
I told lil mama "don’t miss ya’ blessings"
I feel them xans in my system
That act be diluting my system
You ain’t getting money, you trippin
You ain’t getting money, you trippin
I feel them xans in my system
That act be diluting my system

[VERSE 2]
I walk around with a check on me
I walk around with that five on me
These are Margielas, don’t step on ’em
We take them bricks and we step on ’em
They took my mixtape and slept on it
I put my soul in it, bought it foreclosed on it
Started up growin’ it
I slept on the floor right on top of a mattress
Now i got stacks all inside of a mattress
I’m in the field, boy you know that i’m active
I’m in the trap weighing p’s, i’m relaxin’
They wanna fuck with me, my prices attractive
My bitch is attractive, my shooter a savage
He ran off with a pack he never ate again
That pressure got me like a alien
I let the tractor trailer bring ’em in
I let the tractor trailer bring ’em in

[CHORUS]
You say you get money, I get it too
You know a plug, well I know a few
You know what this choppa’ can do to you
You know what that hustle can do for you
Diamonds they clear & they purified
Play with the squad and get euthanized
She say when I hit her she satisfied
‘Til the world mine, i’m never satisfied
I take a brick and I step on it
I take a brick and I step on it
My first mixtape, niggas slept on it
My feet got Margielas don’t step on ’em
My feet got Guiseppes no step on ’em
I sold a bale and I don’t regret it
I hit that bitch and I don’t regret it
I get that check and it’s so excessive
We roll that pressure, it’s so excessive
I told lil mama "don’t miss ya’ blessings"
I feel them xans in my system
That act be diluting my system
You ain’t getting money, you trippin
You ain’t getting money, you trippin
I feel them xans in my system
That act be diluting my system

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yah, yah, huh
Yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pop me a perc now I’m geeking
Hop out the Maybach I’m sleepy (bitch)
Foreign lil model lil eater
I gotta flex for no reason (huh)
I been in the Maybach flexing
Back in the bando a minute
Pot too hot need a mitten (hot)
I was working in the kitchen (yah)
New wave and we winning (winning)
Counting up 150 (hunnid)
I was dreaming bout a Bentley (woah)
Niggas broke pockets empty (broke)
Fuck is you saying dog?
Why they want a hand out?
Over watch stick the dick in her mouth
Diamonds on me straight knocking you out
Ran off with the plug money
Running through it we blowing money
Can’t trust a bitch might turn on you
Take your hoe and I swerve on you (skrt)
Mixing that Fendi with Gucci
I’m pulling up make a movie (woah)
Pull out I bust on her boobies (huh)
She sucking me don’t want the coochie

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup (what)
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yah, I had to make it work
They was hating got em hurt (yuh)
You a pussy wear a skirt (bitch)
Need some syrup call the nurse (huh)
Wanna be like me?
VVS got my diamonds on icy (ice)
Maybach with the curtains (what)
You splurging on her is she worth it? (woo)
Think about it, I cannot change for nobody (nah)
Niggas they lame it’s so sorry (lame)
Boutta cash out on that new rari (skrt skrt)
Rich before I got famous (famous)
You haters said I wouldn’t make it (woah)
Now I’m flexing in they faces (flex)
Left wrist 180 (ice)
With jewelry, can’t stop it I’m flexing on TMZ
Shitting on bitches that doubted me
Pulling up right in that two seater (skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Soak it up just like a mop (soak it up)
You wanna cuff her or cop? (woah)
Run it up to the top (top)
Too many racks bands pop
I’m mixing McQueen with the Louis
I got a pack so she groupin
Visa on me go stupid
Young nigga was trapping the cutie (huh)
Now I’m walking round with the check up (check up)
Young nigga got now and next up (woah)
I had to tennis my neck up (tennis)
My diamonds they bite don’t get close up (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Intro]
It’s like fuck it, I’m just misunderstood. That’s the story of my life

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 1]
I keep this tool on me like I done turned into a mechanic
I’m a fuckin’ CEO, I don’t need no damn manage
I don’t like no interviews, see y’all don’t speak my language
We can’t hold no conversation, you don’t know what I’m sayin’
She say she wanna know the real me, bitch I am it
Tell the blog "correct that shit," ’cause I ain’t from Miami
I don’t even speak code, when I do, I’m misinterpretated
I don’t even need no surfboard, I’m too fuckin’ wavy
I ain’t take my meds bitch, ’cause I ain’t fuckin’ crazy
Say you thuggin’ a lil’ too hard, life you livin’ dangerous
They don’t see potential, they say I’m a project baby
Just ’cause my dad so goddamn selfish, he ain’t wanna raise me

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Verse 2]
I’m on 18, I’m slangin’ like I’m Peyton Manning
My bitch just told me to be more gentle ’cause I’m too demanding
They say that all my demons seeming but I’m not satanic
And I keep her back wet but shawty ain’t Hispanic
I see you in [?] vision through my Prada lenses
No point in goin’ to school if I’ma keep on jumpin’ fences
The block too hot and that’s the only reason I’m on campus
It’s a pandemonium ridin’ panoramic
Once they let me out of jail I went back to the dentist
I snapped my golds out and flood my gums with VVS’s
Yeah, you listenin’ what I’m sayin’ but you don’t get the message
Did so much dirt I wonder how I still be gettin’ any blessings

[Chorus]
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family
I don’t like talkin’ to you niggas, y’all don’t understand me
Poppin’ rhythm when I talk, it’s like I’m speakin’ Spanish
I’m so different from you dudes, I am not organic
Say slow down on all that thuggin’, think about your family

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga [?], hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the [?]
If I give you somethin’], nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black (Young Thug)]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m [?]
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
[?], I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
[?], nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ [?]
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna [?]
Yeah, but let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, [?]
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Intro]
I been knew, life was a gamble man, You know I’m sayin’
We all take a risk everyday, (laugh), but I ain’t trippin, I just gotta do this

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 1]
Money on the phone, money callin’ yeah I talk to it
Need a new safe ’cause the money got a wall full
I just spent a day in the bay it was all good
Back end count it up by myself before I walk thru it
All about my business and my pockets nun’ but white folks
Money can’t buy love ’cause this bitch ain’t even my type doe
Turn up at the day party and kill ’em at the night show
Real nigga reunion I fuck wit ’em so iImight go
Rapping easy I can do it "arm tied , eyes closed"
When robbing was a job I would do that shit from "9 to 4"
My partner drove from holly grove to here to get them xan’s
And I rebulk every number with that money in my had

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 2]
I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood I had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick like a off button
Money come up every other hour yeah I talk numbers
Lil homie in the cut finger itching ready to off some
If you ain’t talk money over 100’s it ain’t bout nun’
Partner did 10 and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself and naw we ain’t lost nun’
For me they clear the room make some space for the boss come
Canary yellow diamond got these niggas acting cautious
He scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin’
VVS’s they shining I got my number and I’m bout da

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Intro]
I been knew, life was a gamble man, You know I’m sayin’
We all take a risk everyday, (laugh), but I ain’t trippin, I just gotta do this

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 1]
Money on the phone, money callin’ yeah I talk to it
Need a new safe ’cause the money got a wall full
I just spent a day in the bay it was all good
Back end count it up by myself before I walk thru it
All about my business and my pockets nun’ but white folks
Money can’t buy love ’cause this bitch ain’t even my type doe
Turn up at the day party and kill ’em at the night show
Real nigga reunion I fuck wit ’em so iImight go
Rapping easy I can do it "arm tied , eyes closed"
When robbing was a job I would do that shit from "9 to 4"
My partner drove from holly grove to here to get them xan’s
And I rebulk every number with that money in my had

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Verse 2]
I just went to court and the judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood I had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick like a off button
Money come up every other hour yeah I talk numbers
Lil homie in the cut finger itching ready to off some
If you ain’t talk money over 100’s it ain’t bout nun’
Partner did 10 and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself and naw we ain’t lost nun’
For me they clear the room make some space for the boss come
Canary yellow diamond got these niggas acting cautious
He scary and he lying I can tell by how he talkin’
VVS’s they shining I got my number and I’m bout da

[Hook]
The other day, hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money
Jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that moll , smoke that reefer
Momma told me she ain’t like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin’s
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me and what ya call it

[Intro: Future]
Got a few different designers on
Casey wassup?
Oh, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
If I had a dollar
For every time, a nigga said he made me
I’d probably be rich (yeah)
Fuck them niggas, man I elevated (fuck them)
Confidential, with them conversations (conversations)
I don’t talk, I don’t tell no statements (shh)
I fell in love with the money baby (money baby)
Relationship status complicated (complicated)
I know them niggas mad, that we made it (mad)
More money, more problems (more problems)
Percocets got a nigga faded (pull up)
Gave my Momma, a hunnid thousand cash (a hunnid thou’)
I ain’t even lookin’ at my bank statements (nah)
You should have seen, where I come from (come from)
You’ll be happy that a nigga made it (made it)
I was low, lower than the pavements (low)
My life, similar to basement (basement)
Now the whips really foreign (foreign)
Now the bitches, can’t ignore ’em (ignore ’em)
Now the chain on VVS, diamonds lookin’ like its snowin’ (snowin’)
Flooded Cuban on my wrist (wrist)
Pinky ring, really glowin’ (glowin’)
Knew them niggas really doubted me (doubted me)
I’m just happy that I showed ’em

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

[Verse 2: Zoey Dollaz]
They say, the money goin’ to my head (to my head)
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’ (that I’m changin’)
Baby girl, just do me a favor (do me a favor)
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous (yeah)
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy (busy)
Goin’ out, city, city (city)
Nigga, seeing different faces (all faces)
That shit fuckin’ wit’ me (yeah)
If you met the women that I met (that I met)
Maybe, you’ll cheat too (I bet)
I just hope, whoever got you next (got you next)
Knows how to treat you (yeah)
I used the money, just to hide my pain (hide my pain)
I ain’t ever goin’ broke again (nah)
Fallen victim to them Percocets (ooh)
Body numb, I don’t feel no pain (body numb, I don’t feel no pain)
Momma, told me slow down on chicks (oh yeah)
Baby momma, always catching fits (fits)
Talkin’ ’bout, how she need some shit (need some shit)
Too much money, lookin’ counterfeit
I miss my son, I can’t handle this
Nigga been goin’ through some shit

[Chorus: Future]
Gotta take off right now (right now)
You fallin’ in love right now (right now)
I just caught my buzz right now (right now)
Don’t give up right now, now, now, now, now
Purple drink, so sophisticated
One of one, can’t be duplicated
Haters mad, when a nigga made it
Keep it exclusive for me babe (me babe)
As long as they printin’ my name, they gon’ get it, get it, get it
Poppin’ the style on bitches, got it forever lady
Keepin’ the foreplay anonymous
All of my foreigns, Geronimo
All of my jewellers, Geronimo (yeah)
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

[Outro: Zoey Dollaz & Future]
They say, the money goin’ to my head
Old friends, tell me that I’m changin’
Baby girl, just do me a favor
Girl, do not treat me like I’m famous
I ain’t changin’, I’m just busy
Goin’ out, city, city
Nigga, seeing different faces
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it
Kinda lit, I’ve been pourin’ it

Lyrics Kodie SHane – Full clip

Look at my wrist, uh
Look at my b*tch, uh
One full clip, uh
Two full clips, uh
Ok, look at my wrist, uh
Look at my b*tch, uh
One full clip, uh
Two full clips, uh
Look at my wrist, uh
Look at my b*tch, uh
One full clip, uh
Two full clips, yeah
One full clip, yeah
Two full clips, yeah
Look at my wrists, yeah.

Geekin over here yeah
Diamonds really real yeah
Cups really filled yeah
I’m the s**t for real yeah, for real yeah
She just popped a pill yeah
She geekin’ for real yeah
F*ck my bro for real yeah
Big brother strapped up, do the same thing
I put VVS’s on me, my diamonds be shine mane
I just switched the lineup on that b*tch, I dropped my brain mane
I just lost my mind with that b*tch she going crazy
Ok now drop my top like woah
Drop my top like woah, yeah
Think I want that hoe
Versuri-lyrics.info
Lil Kodie want some more
Diamonds on me woah
Diamonds on me rose
Diamonds on me woah
Diamonds on me rose yeahhh.
Kodie Shane lyrics
Video clip

Lyrics Young Buck – The bag way

Yeah
The bag way
F**k these old niggas, get yo’ money young nigga
Let’s get it.

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag day (now go get a check).

I ran it up in the trap, and I do it that strap way
Met me a Migo and I started gettin’ it, yeah dat way
My ex-b***h pulled up, flexed on me, can’t f**k ya that day
Nigga just hit a bad lick with his last blunt in his ashtray
I re-ed up with the rest on me, got me a big bag of yay
I ain’t got nothin’ to give to ya, nigga everybody gon’ have to pay
I blow the rest that was left on me, bought me a big place to stay
Took the Cartiers off my face to see a lotta niggas just in the way
(F**k whoever done slept on me!)
(Now go get a check)
VVS my b***h up, and my s**t on ..
They done made me pick that stick up, knowin’ I’m gon’ spray
Y’all got all that y’all gon’ get, you niggas just don’t want s**t
I’m like..

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag day (now go get a check).

I just blew a bag on a Tuesday
All my diamonds wet like ..
I like all my bitches bad and boujee
I’m a savage nigga like Webbie and Boosie
If you ain’t talkin’ money you gon’ lose me
Flex, I sell packs, I blow racks, I shoot movies
I’m no ordinary nigga, I got swag, hoe
I’m in Cashville, that’s where I met my last hoe, my past hoe
Yeah, my neck and my wrist is a bag
I pull up the lot, paper tag
If you broke then go get you some cash
Versuri-lyrics.info
I’m puffin’ and trippin’ on gas
93 days diesel
Rockstar like the Beatles
All I dreamed about was a bag
Get the money first, never last.

Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check (the bag way)
Now go get a check (run it up, run it up)
Now go get a check.

Thumbin’ through these hundreds, I get it the bag way
Flexin’ in these foreigns, I did it the bag way (now go get a check)
She ain’t fuckin’ with you unless it’s the bag way
I can blow a bag on a bag dayyy.
Young Buck lyrics
Video way

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