Guapdad 4000 – Lil Scammer That Could Lyrics (feat. Denzel Curry)

[Guapdad 4000:]
Yeah, look at this
James Delgado
Would you look at this?

Look at this, way too many hoes on my dick
I can’t even take a f*ckin’ piss (Piss)
Big weird, stop actin’ like R. Kelly, lil’ bro (Ah)
Fake woke hoes, they just f*ckin’ for brunch (Brunch)
Bitch, my money longer than the DMV, line, line
Cartier my eyes, got my VV, VV sublime-blime-blime
Money talk, so you not speakin’ bands (Bands)
Take over the world, ’cause I think I can, I think I can

I know I can, I go again, these niggas is annoying
I’m flexin’, I flexed on them, rub it in like ointment
They throwin’ bands at my bitch, my ego is enormous
Gigantic, I see your antic, you ain’t informant
Forment, these niggas snitchin’, these niggas bitches
Hungry, I’m eatin’ bitches and shittin’ riches
Indulgin’, please don’t interrupt me when I’m dosin’
Paperazzi takin’ pictures, I just be posin’
They cockin’, I leave ’em jawless, I’m from West Stokely
Dope fiends, with my fam’, I’m from where the dope is
Took me for a store walk, serve ’em then got to a roof
Wipe me down like floor mops, I’ma rip the doors up
I’ma put the doors up, the Tesla like a [?]
Swipin’ on your store front, we come to f*ck your store up
It’s just me and James Delgado scrubbin’ cars down on the model
Drink my liquor straight from bottle, shooter with me, hostile

Look at this, way too many hoes on my dick
I can’t even take a f*ckin’ piss (Piss)
Big weird, stop actin’ like R. Kelly, lil’ bro (Never)
Fake woke hoes, they just f*ckin’ for brunch (Mimosa)

Bitch, my money longer than the DMV, line, line
Cartier my eyes, got my VV, VV sublime-blime-blime
Money talk, so you not speakin’ bands (Hah)
Take over the world, ’cause I think I can, I think I can

[Denzel Curry:]
I know I can, I know I can, I’m juggin’ off the Instagram
I swipe it all, I gotta scram, proceed to hit the running man
What you know about a scam? Wanna pull up in a Lamb’?
Tired of sittin’ in a kitchen everyday just eatin’ spam
f*ck diamonds and pearls, I want all the coal and all the clams
Bought me a new iPhone and see all the apps or holograms
Dodgin’ ham, pig, oink-oink, with the body cam
They will never catch me for the law and I don’t give a damn
Ooh, back in the day it was me and my goons
I came from Carol City, caught a flight to Cancún
My neck come from the Bay, it’s a Boss Tycoon
RIP to Mac Dre, he was gone too soon
Real nigga here, so you better make room
Chopper street sweeper, hit that man with the broom
I gotta bet it all, ’cause a nigga can’t lose
I gotta bet it all, ’cause a nigga

[Guapdad 4000:]
Look at this, way too many hoes on my dick
I can’t even take the f*ckin’ piss (Piss)
Big weird, stop actin’ like R. Kelly, lil’ bro (Never)
Fake woke hoes, they just f*ckin’ for brunch (Mimosa)
Bitch, my money longer than the DMV, line, line
Cartier my eyes, got my VV, VV sublime-blime-blime
Money talk, so you not speakin’ bands (Hah)
Take over the world, ’cause I think I can, I think I can, I

Lil Baby – Consistent Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1]
This ain’t the vibe that I need
Stop the beat, G-5 free
I be spendin’ racks in these jeans
I’m too real, fuck is y’all mean?
I ain’t have to sleep, no dream
I said what it was, you didn’t believe me
You be the cake and I be the cream
Now I look up and then she was leaving
I’m on the way, cannot be late
Speedin’ through traffic like I’m in a race
I wanted it now, she want me to wait
I’m one of a kind, so you gotta taste this
Granddad died, knew I would make it
I’m a real one, you can’t fake it
Most of my niggas still be takin’
I got rich, this shit still don’t phase me
You only get one call, I can’t chase her
Only take one shot of lil’ Chase up
Ten up now for us to fuck later
Mama used to tell me times would get greater
Cartier diamonds blockin’ these haters
Dior drip, shit, can’t take it
I just spent the Bentley truck with lil’ [?]
Favor for favor, nigga, I don’t play them
Get off my dick, nigga, we don’t them, yeah
Look like it where I’m stayin’
Make a half a million off them plays, juggs
Still chunkin’ up neighborhoods
Grass cut, sure the neighbors good
My partner’s mama know I’m really hushing
If the spot hot, we invade houses
We gotta kick [?]

[Bridge]
It was tired and it was dark and I had thought of ending it all
Then the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen God
Ain’t gon’ lie like it was easy, it’s the truth, this shit been hard
I done finally got an award, yeah

[Chorus]
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’

[Verse 2]
My cars come with stars and kits
None of my kids gon’ starve for shit
You weren’t even here when I started this
All the drugs I sold, all the shit I took
I done seen so much, I can write a book
Ain’t stunnin’, ho, I can buy that look
Clothes off, how your body look?
I been ’bout business, I’m still a crook
I get in my mode, they all be shook
Said that’s your bro, y’all all get pushed
You was in the house on punishment
I was in the hood sellin’ strong ass kush
Your cuz’ came through with that [?]
Give me style and credit for all his looks
Sold-out shows in the DMV, now Shaquille O’Neal can’t lil’ boy me

[Bridge]
Had some dirt up in my diamonds, had to brush it off
I was ‘posed to be somewhere workin’, I’m somewhere fucking off
I get checks in by the contract like I’m playin’ ball
I been hanging ’round some millionaires, it’s safe to say it’s rubbing off

[Chorus]
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’
Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch-up)
Tired of my ho, new bitches (Please)
At this point, this shit pimping (Pimping)
Knew the odds, beat the system (Ah)
Glock 23 extension (Buh-buh)
Handle the business, don’t mention
I ain’t even have a pot to piss in
Now I got ’em mad I’m turnin’, livin’

Aminé – WHY? Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
This sound like
Yeah my momma told me to close the door
I don’t wanna close it no more

[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why

[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(i’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why

[Verse 1]
(Okay drop it)
To the floor and I’m back
Had to relax and never relapse
Shoutout to Reese, the sex was like crack
I need love, I’m depressed
I’m a fool, I’m a mess
But my first priority is never second best
(I’ve been down, PCH with the fam)
I’m that nigga and I know it
(I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
Pupils dilated, they don’t focus
(I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
Can’t nobody ever know this, they can’t know this
(Ridin’ ’round ain’t nobody on my brain)
Probably on some fresh shit
Should’ve done some mess shit
Runnin’ through my last check
Wish I knew some magic
Stressin’ out crazy
Wish I had a [?]
Said she wanna talk, but I hope it’s not a baby

[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why

[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(I’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why

[Verse 2]
I just bought my momma a new whip, straight cash
I payed my taxes, so it hurts my racks
I hate when niggas say, “chill out”, and they ain’t got no chill
They let me skip the DMV line, that’s when I knew it was real
I pulled up, like it, goin’, pretty, fast
I’m the, type to, get the, bag
Fuck it, let’s just, count it, fast
I don’t know why I’m feeling down
I don’t know no goofies, or no loose leafs
This ain’t a hand out, don’t take no cookies
Hey look I’m stressed out, I’m straight from movies
But this is real life, so let’s just, you know what, fuck it

[Hook]
Ohh, I wonder why
Yeah, I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
Me I wonder why, why
Yeah, I wonder why
She wonder why, why
I wonder why
She be wondering why, why

[Bridge]
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(Keep my head down)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
(I’m gon’ show no frowns)
Why, why, why

[Outro]
Running out of breath
Everytime we fuck
The sex is amazing
It feels like a rush
I’m running out of breath
Everytime we fuck
The sex is amazing
It feels like a rush (a rush)

Kodak Black – Erykah Badu

[Intro]
Ight come on
Aye

[Verse 1]
I’m turned up on a jolly
I will milly rock on any block fuckin’ Kodak boppin’
I will hit a nigga with that Glock, don’t really do no talkin’
I will Diddy bop on any thot, she suck me ’till she coughin’
I will let it rip on all of y’all, just try me bitch I promise
Call me K, I got to always keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be ballin’ like Pheonix, but they say I’m hooked on phonic
You won’t catch a nigga tweetin’
I be schemin’, I be plottin’
They be leechin’, they be watchin’
She be geekin’ off the molly
Call me K, I got knowledge
Keep the K cause I got knowledge
I be drippin’, I be saucin’
I be limpin’ when I’m walkin’
I’m so fucked up in the noggin’
I be hearin’ bitches talkin’
Since I’m always fuckin’ eatin’ M’s, wet the cutlass candy
You know I don’t fuckin’ give a damn, whack you and your mammy
This is orange, don’t say tangerine cause I will get offended
I want Actavis Promethazine, don’t want that shit you sippin’
And believe me, I ain’t conceited
I’m just chillin’, I’m just livin’
And so what if I’m conceited, that’s just me but that’s my business
Remember I was in a sticky one, reality done hit me
Boy these niggas will make you kill some, they always in they feelings
Nigga what would y’all do, if you could be me for minute
Nigga what would God do, if we can fuckin’ switch positions
Aye repeat what you just said cause I was rollin’ when you told me
Can’t believe what you just said bitch I be [?]
A lil soldier from off Nolia
I can’t stay from out the corner
I don’t care none ’bout these foreigns, I’ll pull up in a ‘Yota
I was raised in a dope hole, posted on the stroll
Put a nigga in a choke hold ‘fore I sell my soul

[Verse 2]
Can’t keep these bitches off me
Now my bitch think I’m trippin’, got her trynna stalk me
Think before I do the shit, false move a culprit
Got plans for tomorrow, been a man and [?]
I don’t know you bitch, let me get your social
Got a power stayin’ bulker and another on commercial
I would rather hit the fuckin’ plug before I go commercial
Stop that tweet, I’ll murk you
I be geekin’ like I’m Urkle
Crackers came and got my uncle and he went in in December
I’m a come through bouncin’ in that orange, you’ll think I’m Tigger
Project baby, grew up in the park, you can call me Tigger
It’s whatever, I’ll rock a fella, and I’m on a jigga
If I ever meet Erykah Badu, I’ma fuck her
If I ever see you, out in public, I’ma touch you
Threw a meat, stayin’ busta free, I’ll bust a busta
In a busted bus, nigga, my interior peanut butter
Shawty said that that my kid, prolly is cause I was beatin’ her
Prolly not, it prolly is, really think that I’ll feed her
I was in the DMV and I was runnin’ up to meter
Settin’ trends, goin’ Super Saiyan, whipped out like Vegeta
In a stolo smokin’ reefer, rockin’ Polo in Adidas
Ridin’ olo with the Nina, I don’t know no nigga meaner

Wale – Fish N Grits (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Wale]
That post Rodeo flow, you know
Folarin the genius, Scott the king
Uh, look

[Verse 1: Wale & Travis Scott]
Yeah, Cartier, what your wrist doing?
In the Ace with my nigga whip
Real nigga in that Will&Rich
I ain’t stopping ’til a nigga fifty mil’
I ain’t tripping ’til a nigga hundred mil’
I ain’t tripping ’til I’m five hundred mil’
Funny, weighing on the money
But I’m buying ice to let all of these niggas chill
Never ever gotta write a will
Niggas won’t beat me like Emmett Till
Niggas won’t bite me like Holyfield
Might run it back on you, I’m in the field
Hey, that money be coming in, look
Money be coming in, look
I just left the Rodeo
Then she riding my jawn again
She ridin’ my jawn again, got up on again
And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone her
You know I’ma stoner, stoner, stoner, stoner
You know I’ma loner, loner, loner, loner
Smokin’ that dope, only Cali could do it
Doing my shows, all the bitches gon’ bump us
Show off my car, there’s living with no limit
I could buy a house and a Benz in the morning
This is important

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin’ up a pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Never seen nothing like this
Yeah, don’t make me hit the button, hit the nitrous
Yeah, bang her right soon as the light hit
Yeah, I tend to see the moon soon as the day flip
Yeah, auto-auto-automatic
Swerving, switching through traffic
Every time I call your phone
I’m picking up, hearing static
Lobby looking like magic
Living room on stadium

[Verse 3: Wale]
She ain’t too far from the DMV
From the DMV, I am the greatest one
I’m not a killer, boy, don’t make me one
I’ma chill, I got a baby comin’
My partner said it’s gon’ be tougher for me
I ain’t a sucker, pussy or fakers down
Real G nigga, it’s elementary, nigga
Douja rolled in a Swisher
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Heard the Clinton’s moving back around the way
Hope they brought Lewinsky with ’em
Yeah, woo!

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this

GoldLink – Pray Everyday (Survivor’s Guilt)

[Hook]
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

[Verse 1]
Hold my black nina in the sky shoot it high
Maybe hit an angel watch it fall down, fam
Free the whole posse, free the guys
All my life been addicted to the pussy that’s my vice, yeah
Drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ all my problems
I don’t need nobody, I just need my bottle that’s for certain
Put the pussy on the pedestal
I don’t got no industry friends, cause I’m rude
So I told myself

[Hook]
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

[Verse 2]
Momma pray everyday, head straight
Kept my head right, round my whole state
You know you gon’ have to keep a bad bitch
You know that the younger niggas look at you
Ride with a nigga, yeah they feel you
Cactus for my Citron, know I had to
But the music business think that you gon’ take our chance nigga
Pass Kanye, and be the man, cool
DC, yeah you know they fucking proud of you
Wilding out, shout out Luciano, yeah we’re fine now
Out this motherfucking, prolly be up in the White House
White bitch talking ’bout she love her niggas blacked out
From the north than begin the south
Went to Penthouse suite from sleeping up on momma couch on momma house
And momma gave him momma slave and now her son is getting paid
And papa was a rolling stone now his son on Rolling Stone
And all I said was shit

[Hook]
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
Keep the haters, keep the demons, keep the haters
Keep ’em, keep ’em

[Outro]
Lord I pray for wealth and power over all these motherfuckers
For the DMV to reign for many moons
Fuck these rappers. Fuck these labels
Fuck these bitches. Fuck these bitches, you hear me
They killed my nigga and I pray for revenge
Control me and use me the way you would allow me to
Amen

Mine – Tink featuring G Herbo lyrics

Lyrics Tink – Mine

If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go.

Got a gang of b*tches
Stress theyselves out tryna be my favorite b*tches
b*tches that won’t let go when I used to f*ck on basic b*tches
But you, I f*ck with you, ’cause I get you, you like my clue
I don’t judge you but don’t try me
If I’m wit’ you that’s ’cause I choose
Anyway I’ma keep it 100, I like the way you penetrate
With that said, I love it but you gon’ manipulate
And just take that anyway versuri-lyrics.info
Every time you ask me what we gon’ be I just grin and say
“Even if we fall off I don’t wanna let that take my friend away”
I’m honest, I ain’t gon’ lie to your face
And you ‘posed to appreciate it
Otherwise go ’round the way and let them suckers grease ya baby
Gas ya, ride ’til you on E and go right past ya
Now you stuck on still until them junkyard dummies smash ya
I ain’t gon’ lie, I see a good girl
Sometimes when I look in your eyes
Most times I just see through your ways
Your ways lead me straight to your thighs
Plus I don’t know what’s on your mind
Always need your friends to cosign
Never asked for you to be mine
Being yours, I don’t have no time.

If only you were minee, if only you were mineee
Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go.

Now you f*cked up if you think I’ma be chasin’ these niggas
I’m thrown off when I’m next to you and I’m trying things that I never do
Your money long but your head gone
All my friends telling me don’t
Problem is you’re a street nigga and you’re always sending me on
Truly you are my best friend
I fell in love and I can’t pretend
Vibe right so don’t fall back
If we go together, just call it that
See I show you off ’cause I ain’t ashamed of you
I’m just sick of playing all these guessing games with you
Tatted on me, we skin deep, and I ride with him, no DMV
Test drive it, it’s all yours, I miss you there when you on tour
Understand you a boss man, you busy getting your hustle on
But every nigga got one b*tch that he call on when he feel alone
Bottom b*tch, your main thing
Your best drug, your worst pain
Your girlfriend, your confidant
These niggas actin’ so nonchalant
But I know you need this, it ain’t no secret
Yes I’m the loyal type, I’m just tryna make you mine.

If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
If only you were minee, if only you were mineee
Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it gooo.
Tink lyrics
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Tink & G Herbo – Mine

[Hook: Tink & G Herbo]
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Got a gang of bitches
Stress theyselves out tryna be my favorite bitches
Bitches that won’t let go and I used to fuck on basic bitches
But you, I fuck with you, ’cause I get you, you like my clue
I don’t judge you but don’t try me
If I’m wit’ you that’s ’cause I choose
Anyway I’ma keep it 100, I like the way you penetrate
With that said, I love it but you gon’ manipulate
And just take that anyway
Every time you ask me what we gon’ be I just grin and say
Even if we fall off I don’t wanna let that take my friend away
I’m honest, I ain’t gon’ lie to your face
And you ‘posed to appreciate it
Otherwise go ’round the way and let them suckers grease ya baby
Gas ya, ride ’til you on E and go right past ya
Now you stuck on still until them junkyard dummies smash you
I ain’t gon’ lie, I see a good girl
Sometimes when I look in your eyes
Most times I just see through your ways
Your ways lead me straight to your thighs
Plus I don’t know what’s on your mind
Always need your friends to cosign
Never asked for you to be mine
Being yours, I don’t have no time

[Hook: Tink & G Herbo]
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go

[Verse 2: Tink]
Now you fucked up if you think I’ma be chasin’ these niggas
I’m thrown off when I’m next to you and I’m trying things that I never do
Your money long but your head gone
All my friends telling me don’t
Problem is you’re a street nigga and you’re always sending me on
Truly you are my best friend
I fell in love and I can’t pretend
Vibe right so don’t fall back
If we go together, just call it that
See I show you off ’cause I ain’t ashamed of you
I’m just sick of playing all these guessing games with you
Tatted on me, we skin deep, and I ride with him, no DMV
Test drive it, it’s all yours, I miss you there when you on tour
Understand you a boss man, you busy getting your hustle on
But every nigga got one bitch that he call on when he feel alone
Bottom bitch, your main thing
Your best drug, your worst pain
Your girlfriend, your confidant
These niggas actin’ so nonchalant
But I know you need this, it ain’t no secret
Yes I’m the loyal type, I’m just tryna make you mine

[Hook: Tink & G Herbo]
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
If only you were mine, if only you were mine
Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go

Running back – Wale feat. Lil Wayne lyrics

Lyrics Wale – Running back

B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

Look, my b*tch is on Tumblr, your b*tch need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus and Nazareth, the realest you’ve come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon’s where it’s sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin’ lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That’s a city, two states if you can count
I’m as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back.

B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeahhh
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

These b*tches want money stacks
Me? I want a hundred stacks
These b*tches selling their soul
Well, I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
Look what them booty shots done to that
That b*tch need her money back, Lord
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the b*tch off like a thread of string
These hoes’ll say about anything
‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
That’s why I get high about every day
All of this fog like the weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games ’bout money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turnt that football to a money bag, I’m gone.

B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

We balling, we balling
Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin’
We balling, Wale, f*ck with me
Mula baby!
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
We gon’ ball all season, whole season and post-season
For no reason, f*ck with meee.
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Wale – Running Back (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Hook: Wale]
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in

[Verse 1: Wale]
Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus and Nazareth, the realest you’ve come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon’s where it’s sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin’ lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That’s a city, two states if you can count
I’m as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back

[Hook: Wale]
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
These bitches want money stacks
Me? I want a hundred stacks
These bitches selling their soul
Well, I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
Look what them booty shots done to that
That bitch need her money back, Lord
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
These hoes’ll say about anything
‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
That’s why I get high about everything
All of this fog like the weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games ’bout money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turnt that football to a money bag, I’m gone

[Hook: Wale]
Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in

[Outro: Lil Wayne & (Wale)]
We balling, we balling
Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin’
We balling, Wale, fuck with me
Mula baby!
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
We gon’ ball all season, whole season and post-season
For no reason, fuck with me

Wale – Running Back lyrics

These girls just want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
These niggas be fumbling
Don’t you give ’em no gun again
This money be flying out here
‘Cause money be coming in

Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
Say you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in

My chick is on Tumblr
Bitch, y’all need a tummy suck
Since Jesus and Nazareth
The realest you’ve come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for that new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked
To the moon where it’s sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin’ lapped
Look, the DMV on the map
That’s a city, two states if you can count
I’m as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back

These girls just want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
These niggas be fumbling
Don’t you give ’em no gun again
This money be flying out here
‘Cause money be coming in

Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
Say you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in

These girls want money stacks
I want a hundred stacks
These girls selling their soul
I want my money back
She bouncing like jumping jacks
But she got a funny back
Look what the booty shots under that
That girl need her money back
I like the finer things
She said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the girl off like a dirty string
These girls’ll say about anything
‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
That’s why I get high about everything
All of this [?] like the weather strange
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
You know that we the snow flurry gang
And we do not play games with money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
I used to play running back
I turn that football to a money bag

These girls just want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
These niggas be fumbling
Don’t you give ’em no gun again
This money be flying out here
‘Cause money be coming in

Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
Say you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in

We balling, we balling
We balling, we balling
Hey darling, hey darling
Balling, balling, balling

Wale – Running Back Lyrics

[Hook: Wale]
These girls just want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
These niggas be fumbling
Don’t you give ’em no gun again
This money be flying out here
‘Cause money be coming in

[Post-Hook: Wale]
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
Say you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in

[Verse 1: Wale]
My chick is on Tumblr
Bitch, y’all need a tummy suck
Since Jesus and Nazareth
The realest you’ve come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for that new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked
To the moon where it’s sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin’ lapped
Look, the DMV on the map
That’s a city, two states if you can count
I’m as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back

[Hook: Wale]
These girls just want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
These niggas be fumbling
Don’t you give ’em no gun again
This money be flying out here
‘Cause money be coming in

[Post-Hook: Wale]
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
Say you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
These girls want money stacks
I want a hundred stacks
These girls selling their soul
I want my money back
She bouncing like jumping jacks
But she got a funny back
Look what the booty shots under that
That girl need her money back
I like the finer things
She said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the girl off like a dirty string
These girls’ll say about anything
‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
That’s why I get high about everything
All of this [?] like the weather strange
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
You know that we the snow flurry gang
And we do not play games with money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
I used to play running back
I turn that football to a money bag

[Hook: Wale]
These girls just want money stacks
I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole
I used to play running back
These niggas be fumbling
Don’t you give ’em no gun again
This money be flying out here
‘Cause money be coming in

[Post-Hook: Wale]
Said the money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
The money be coming in
Say you niggas just run your mouth
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in
The money be coming in

[Outro: Wale & Lil Wayne]
We balling, we balling
We balling, we balling
Hey darling, hey darling
Balling, balling, balling

Travi$ Scott – Fish N Grits (feat. Wale) (Days Before Birds Album) letras

[Intro: Wale]
That post Rodeo flow, you know
Folarin the genius, Scott the king
Uh, look

[Verse 1: Wale & Travis Scott]
Yeah, Cartier, what your wrist doing?
In the Ace with my nigga whip
Real nigga in that will & rich
I ain’t stopping ’til a nigga fifty mil’
I ain’t tripping ’til a nigga hundred mil’
I ain’t tripping ’til I’m five hundred mil’
Funny, weighing on the money
But I’m buying ice to let all of these niggas chill
Never ever gotta write a will
Niggas won’t beat me like Emmett Till
Niggas won’t bite me like Holyfield
Might run it back on you, I’m in the field
Hey, that money be coming in, look
Money be coming in, look
I just left the Rodeo
Then she riding my jawn again
She ridin’ my jawn again, got up on again
And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone her
You know I’ma stoner, stoner, stoner, stoner
You know I’ma loner, loner, loner, loner
Smokin’ that dope, only Cali could do it
Doing my shows, all the bitches gon’ bump us
Show off my car, there’s living with no limit
I could buy a house and a Benz in the morning
This is important

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drink, another hit?
Whippin’ up a pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Never seen nothing like this
Yeah, don’t make me hit the button, hit the nitrous
Yeah, bang her right soon as the light hit
Yeah, I tend to see the moon soon as the day flip
Yeah, auto-auto-automatic
Swerving, switching through traffic
Every time I call your phone
I’m picking up, hearing static
Got me looking like magic
Living room on stadium

[Verse 3: Wale]
She ain’t too far from the DMV
From the DMV, I am the greatest one
I’m not a killer, boy, don’t make me one
I’ma chill, I got a baby comin’
My partner said it’s gon’ be tougher for me
I ain’t a sucker, pussy or fakers down
Real G nigga, it’s elementary, nigga
Douja rolled in a Swisher
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
Heard the Clinton’s moving back around the way
Hope they brought Lewinsky with ’em
Yeah, woo!

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drink, another hit?
Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
Never seen a night like this, yeah
Never seen a night like this
Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
Never had a night like this