Feid – AVXNTADXR Lyrics

[Letra de “AVXNTADXR”]

[Intro]
Siempre nuevo, así huele el ambientador (Eh)
A 120 vuelo en el Aventador (Yeh-eh)
No le vamo’ abajo al acelerador (Skrt), yeh
Prendido sin encendedor (Yeah)

[Coro]
Lloviendo cash, baby, Saint Laurent, baby
La Roleta con diamante’ y el durag, baby
Se pega la baby, ese flow, baby, yeh
Yo sé que me siguen a mí
Nos sobra el cash, baby, Saint Laurent, baby
La Roleta con diamante’ y el durag, baby
Se pega la baby, ese flow, baby, yeh
Yo sé que me siguen a mí (Yeh)

[Verso]
Mami me hizo bonito (Muah)
El flow desde chiquito, yeh, woh
Alumbro como G-SHOCK, wow
Los parties de jueve’ a domingo, yeh
Ahora tenemo’ cuarto’ (-to, -to)

Flow bichote, pero no soy narco (No, no), yeh
Ya pasamos el charco (Yeah)
Si no contesto es porque estaba en el banco (¡Wuh!)

[Puente]
Sorry que te piché (-ché, -ché)
La mala vibra tuya no la caché (-che, -che)
Es que habían muchas chimbas esa noche
Tengo a las mina’ diciendome: “Parce” (Woh, woh)
Y no lo forcé (Woh), yeh

[Coro]
Lloviendo cash, baby, Saint Laurent, baby
La Roleta con diamante’ y el durag, baby
Se pega la baby, ese flow, baby, yeh
Yo sé que me siguen a mí
Nos sobra el cash, baby, Saint Laurent, baby
La Roleta con diamante’ y el durag, baby
Se pega la baby, ese flow, baby, yeh
Yo sé que me siguen a mí

Don Toliver – Spaceship Lyrics

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[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I’m in my spaceship (Whatever), getting that facelift (Uh-huh)
LA daytrip, I’m eating them rib tips
Call up the ref, I’m balling, pouring it, so we’re falling
Twenty-five hundred for the cardigan, Saint Laurent, my dawgs in

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
I get a little impatient
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
It’s the new age flex, hoppin’ out of the jet
Spend a ticket on Rolex, plus the ice on your neck
Bust it down and collect, send that money through text
You can hit me on my phone, you can call me direct
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Yeah)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]
Yeah, hotbox my SUV (Bitch), nobody can breathe (At all)
I ain’t never fear a thing (No), baby, in your dreams (Dreams)
Sheck Wes, fear don’t sleep (Uh)
Air Force 1s, no crease (Crease)
Someone arrest my jeans (Simons)
Blunt lit in my face (Face)
Diamonds in my teeth
Pick, um, the VVS
She ain’t really got no meaning, uh
In a fast car, I’m speeding, uh
And I can’t wait for no red light (Red light)
If I’m chasing this green (Go)
I need more M’s than B’s (B’s)
Sheck and Don on a different time and payment
All my cars from Europe, his car from Avis
Every day I wake up, new whips hit the pavement
I had to watch my living, I don’t know no limits at all, all, all

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Good Girls Gone Bad Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus]
I said, “You can go”
When I wanted you to stay
I think it’s my fault
Oh, I think I made you this way (Made you this way)

[Chorus]
Now get up in your bag
‘Cause we don’t belong together (‘Cause we don’t belong together)
When a good girl goes bad (Oh, oh)
She’s gone forever

[Verse]
I know all the good girls go bad crazy
How you good girls go bad crazy?
How the pretty girls don’t ask when I’m runnin’ ’round with they pants off
Crazy how you put me in the friend zone
Now you wanna fuck me ’cause you know I got my bands up, yeah
Yeah, let’s go
Can’t trust me no more
Girl, I might be no good for you
You might be better off alone
But she love matching outfits from Saint Laurent
I spoiled her so much, she got sick of wearin’ Louis Vuitton
Even when your hair undone and it’s tied up, you’re fine
All the good girls go bad, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Tell her, “You beautiful” every day just to remind her

[Bridge]
Said, “I want you to stay”
It’s my fault, yeah
I think I made you this way

[Chorus]
Now get up in your bag
‘Cause we don’t belong together (‘Cause we don’t belong together)
When a good girl goes bad (Oh, oh)
She’s gone forever

Yo Gotti – Like That Lyrics

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[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no (RockBoyBeats)
No, no, no, no (That nigga Ladd got the truth), yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to)
Put your foot over your head while I’m fuckin’ you (While I’m fuckin’ you)
When you say you miss me, I can’t tell if it’s true
So nowadays I just lie and say, “I miss you too” (Uh)
But I only bought you Chanel ’cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friend so I don’t cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that’s where I’m comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Fuck a bag, bae, let’s get a bag, bae
We get money, we ain’t trippin’ on what the tag say
Went got the Rolls truck, you got the matching Wraith
You ain’t wanna have the threesome, you wanted to play it safe
Now you a big ol’, big ol’ freak, comin’ out your body
Long as I got you and you got me we don’t need nobody
I ain’t gon’ lie like I’m just perfect, go buy you some purses
Cover up the pain when I know you out here hurtin’
I’m tryna fast forward you, passport you, make a couple memories
Fuck you with no rubber, uh, make a couple mini-mes
Turn your ex to a hater, make him envy me
You know I’m locked in these streets ’til they sentence me (Yeah)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to)
Put your foot over your head while I’m fuckin’ you (While I’m fuckin’ you)
When you say you miss me, I can’t tell if it’s true
So nowadays I just lie and say, “I miss you too” (Uh)
But I only bought you Chanel ’cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friend so I don’t cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that’s where I’m comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don’t fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don’t fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Fuck being mad, I’d rather blow a bag
She said he cheated, broke her heart, she wanna pay him back
You gotta think beyond the surface, you gotta protect the brand
Every queen got a purpose, you thinking like you worthless
Fuck the purses and gifts, cars and the crib without the deeds and slips
Is it really yours? Is it really yours? I can hear it in your voice, that pussy moist
I know you think that you don’t got a choice, if you want a real nigga the choice is yours
The money yours, new Porsche, Saint Laurent, Fendi, and Christian Dior (Yeah)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to)
Put your foot over your head while I’m fuckin’ you (While I’m fuckin’ you)
When you say you miss me, I can’t tell if it’s true
So nowadays I just lie and say, “I miss you too” (Uh)
But I only bought you Chanel ’cause I wanted you
You let me fuck you with your friend so I don’t cheat on you
You always put me in my bag, that’s where I’m comfortable
And then I get another bag for her

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I bought you Chanel ’cause I wanted you (I wanted you)
I fucked you with your friend ’cause you told me we was cool like that (Yeah)
Spent the bag, made you comfortable (Comfortable)
Baby, I could tell you don’t fuck with real niggas like that (Oh, no)
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don’t fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)
No, no, no, no
I could tell you don’t fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)

Young Thug – Big Blood Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Active gang bangin’, gang bangin’ activities for life
One thing I don’t regret is gang bangin’, know what I’m sayin’?
No cap
Woo! Yeah!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this bitch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no slut
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Woo)
Big blood, no hesitation (Yeah)
Big body, that’s speed racin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Ooh)
Big blood, fuck litigatin’
I’m a big blood, fuck litigatin’ (Woo)
Speed racin’, speed racin’
Big blood, no litigatin’ (Yeah)
Big blood, fuck litigatin’ (Yeah)
I’m a big blood (Yeah), I’m a big blood (Big baller)
I’m a big blood (Yeah, yeah)
Put Guiseppes and Audis on bad bitches
Can’t get caught in [?]
I’m a big blood

[Verse 1: Young Thug & ?]
Red hat with the B on it
Big lick, no [?] on it
YG put the [?] on it
[?] put the [?] on it
YSL, but not Saint Laurent
Smoke biscotti, put that in a blunt
[?], I’ma smash that
I’m a big blood, where the bash at?
20 thousand, I can match that
50 thousand, where the cash at?
500, where the stash at?
Send a million dollars, no Cash App
I’m in a red Porsche, shit turbo
Sex, money and murder
I don’t know nothin’ ’bout this murder (Let’s go)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Guiseppes [?]
Piña coladas with ‘Tussin
I tell this bitch ain’t no [?]
I can’t be [?] with no slut
I put the racks on her T top
I got the [?] with a Reebok
Baby [?]
Both of my wrists [?]

[Verse 2: Young Thug & ?]
You say “Cap,” I say “Bap”
Keep that 40 on my lap
[?]
Call me [?], call me “Slatt”
Double cup, [?]
Suwop Big bloods
You go to church, I go to bhurch
You say “Hurt,” I say “Burt”
All of my niggas is winnin’
Ridin’ in a ghost for the sinnin’
I got your bitch and she [?]
I’m ’bout to buy her some Ritalin
Mix up the Gucci with Fendi
I put the bloods on, we spendin’
Fly out my bitches from Windy
Make her eat dick, no [?]

Skooly – How I Feel (remix) Lyrics (feat. Nocap & Quando Rondo)

[Intro: Skooly]
Anything for a dollar bill, yeah, ah
Anything for a dollar bill, yeah
Dollar bill, ooh

[Chorus: Skooly]
They put dirt all in my goddamn life, I took my bath
Popped ’bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, I did my math
Bitch, you ain’t playin’ with no lame, I ain’t playin’ no games, I want my bag (Uh-huh)
Spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, I did, my bad (Feel like, “Goddamn”)
It’s so many dollar bills, yeah (Goddamn)
Shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (Like, “Goddamn”)
I just popped my pills, yeah (Feel like, “Goddamn”)
You don’t know how I feel, oh, oh (I feel like, “Goddamn”), oh

[Verse 1: Skooly]
Like my racks like my truck, yeah, I lift it up
Championship ring on my knuckle cost me fifteen bucks
Copped me a pint, thirteen hundred, ran through with fifteen cups, ooh
Fourteen days, you was too weak, nigga ain’t beat me up
Thumbin’ like long live Bankroll, dawg, you was too street
I done popped my pill on my own, you was too geeked
Bougie nigga, I was so broke, they ain’t know ’bout me (Bougie)
So, bougie nigga, I done got money, I barely speak (Bougie)
Sets like, “Who is this nigga, ice on like he Gretsky?” (Skooly)
Like, “Who is this nigga bangin’ that six like Grape Street?” (Long live Nipsey)
Suicide, haters die every day
Clueless vibe, want me a girl like Ella Mai, yeah

[Chorus: Skooly]
They put dirt all in my goddamn life, I took my bath (Want me a girl like Ella Mai)
Popped ’bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, I did my math
Bitch, you ain’t playin’ with no lame, I ain’t playin’ no games, I want my bag (Uh-huh)
Spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, I did, my bad (Feel like, “Goddamn”)
It’s so many dollar bills, yeah (Goddamn)
Shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (Like, “Goddamn”)
I just popped my pills, yeah (Feel like, “Goddamn”)
You don’t know how I feel, oh, oh (I feel like, “Goddamn”), oh

[Verse 2: NoCap]
I’m mad rich, remember I was broke, they used to laugh, ayy
Geeked on Adderalls, but I still had an E in math, ayy
We was all stuck, that’s why they call that shit a trap
I got high as hell and I seen hate all in they eye
Saint Laurent mannequin, I’m drippin’, you panickin’
I’m close to my enemies, they don’t see the inner me
On that same block, I treat it like Mutombo, nigga
Can’t give that nigga five if I handed him a bunch of nickels
I’m sippin’ codeine, I ain’t really into drinkin’ liquor
Ain’t with the internet beef, real gangster, I got real issues
Million from my deal, remember times that I couldn’t buy a pickle
f**k them haters, they grab shovels and

[Chorus: Skooly]
They put dirt all in my goddamn life, I took my bath
Popped ’bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, I did my math
Bitch, you ain’t playin’ with no lame, I ain’t playin’ no games, I want my bag (Uh-huh)
Spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, I did, my bad (Feel like, “Goddamn”)
It’s so many dollar bills, yeah (Goddamn)
Shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (Like, “Goddamn”)
I just popped my pills, yeah (Feel like, “Goddamn”)
You don’t know how I feel, oh, oh (I feel like, “Goddamn”), oh

Klinac – Medalja Lyrics

[Chorus]
Došao iz blata, sada kidam
Pitaš zašto divljam, zašto pitaš?
Svašta bio ali nikad pizda
Medalja zlatna oko vrata sada blista

[Verse]
Svašta ja sam gled’o od detinjstva
Ništa nije mi imalo smisla
Dosta stvari neću da ti pričam
Al’ i dalje vrištim da mi nije ništa
Dobro zna se ovde ko je ko
Klince lako povući će zlo
Nekada sam bio kreten skroz
Čisto da svima vam postavim ton
I sve ove stvari za nešto su udica
Sve kad saberem, tačno se oduzimam
Svakom je bitna samo svoja guzica
Doš’o po svoje i svoje ja uzimam
Oduvek znao dobro na šta ciljam
U ormaru Saint Laurent i mnogo gilja
Pitaš zašto divljam, zašto pitaš?
Došao iz blata, sada kidam

[Chorus]
Došao iz blata, sada kidam
Pitaš zašto divljam, zašto pitaš?
Svašta bio ali nikad pizda
Medalja zlatna oko vrata sada blista
Došao iz blata, sada kidam
Pitaš zašto divljam, zašto pitaš?
Svašta bio ali nikad pizda
Medalja zlatna oko vrata sada blista

Valee – Not Playin Lyrics

Lyrics from snippet

[Intro]
Nash effect, f**k nigga

[Verse]
My bitch rock Versace, man (Versace, man)
We just spent $600 at Hibachi, man
I’m ridin’ offsets, I’m not [?], man
I got dope bailed, don’t knock me, man (Don’t knock me)
I just been gettin’ neck, I think she broke it, man (She broke it, man)
I got old school, that bitch chokin’, man (It’s chokin’)
I got some loud dope, it sound like ODB (It’s ODB)
I’m rockin’ Saint Laurent, hope she notice me (Yeah)
My seats look like ice cream, nigga, ovaries (Yeah)
I’m still up off yesterday, that’s older geek (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m not no FN, ain’t no foldin’ me
These shoes came with bandaids ’cause they overbleed
My bitch purse is handmade, it’s from overseas (Purse is handmade, it’s from)
I got a thick one, man, and a fit one, man (And one fit one, fit one)
I got…

Tory Lanez – Fatality Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus]
Saint Laurent we poppin’ ’til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin’ bands to this (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
My dawg boys countin’ bands to this
My lil’ shooter countin’ bands to this
We gon’ get this money that’s the plan, ya dig
Them fuck niggas ‘ready know what it is
.40 on my waist I can’t dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can’t no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don’t cop, unless you dance, ya dig

[Verse]
Pull up we careless, whippin’ the ‘Rari, diamonds colliding
You with a bad bitch, she don’t know me, nigga doubt it
I put a bitch in pilates, I’ma fly her to Bahamas
Fuck a bad bitch one day, man next day got an Audi
Young niggas and we wildin’, rich niggas they be ridin’
My bad bitches making plans to this
Why the trap niggas weighin’ grams to this?
Take a flight to fly back to the yams, ya dig
Hit a corner hustle me a Lamb, ya dig
We sippin’ X till we can stand this shit
Wake up at the [?] with a Spanish bitch
Last night filmin’ like a Spanish flick
Got it on my shirt, I’m like damn you did
Throwin’ 36 on the fishscale
Forty-fifth for my hip make your bitch tell, uh
‘Cause we poppin’ on the yams, ya dig
Came up from the bottom to the bands, ya dig

[Pre-Chorus]
Saint Laurent we poppin’ ’til the bands go
Count it up with numbers in the bando
My young niggas countin’ bands to this (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
My dawg boys countin’ bands to this
My lil’ shooter countin’ bands to this
We gon’ get this money that’s the plan, ya dig
Them fuck niggas ‘ready know what it is
.40 on my waist I can’t dance to this
I just hold the corner and I slang to this
Can’t no bitch fuck up the plans to this
No I don’t cop, unless you dance, ya dig

Lil Tjay – Mixed Emotions Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Lil Tjay (Remy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Know you want me for my bread, you ain’t fucking wit’ my head
Try to push me to the edge, I reverse that shit instead
You want me ’cause I’m on, you want me ’cause I’m on
You want me ’cause the drip I got, the sauce that I got on
I pop out with some Gucci, Cartiers and Saint Laurent
Got all these mixed emotions, got to put ’em in a song
You want me ’cause I’m on, you want me ’cause I’m on
You gold digging thinking I don’t know what’s going on

[Verse 1]
I love my niggas but y’all ain’t treating me the same
I never thought that y’all would switch up on me for the fame
Chatting on my name
So call my phone, I’m a let it ring
Call my phone, I’m a let it ring now
Tell me what you would do
If your day one nigga started changing on you
We done been through a lot, ya act like ya forgot
And I know a lot of niggas didn’t want me to pop
Got no love for a thot, I’m just chasing the guap
Hollow shells for a nigga ’cause we play with them Glocks
So I stay with a chop, I ain’t saying a lot
‘Til Sandy come home, he gon’ stay in the box
They ain’t feeling my pain, they must think it’s a game
I can’t wait to take a picture next to Nicki and Wayne
Two SB on the chain and I know I’ma stain
If you run up on me I’m a have some shells for your brain
Henny, Patron got me feeling good
The gang with me, wish a nigga would
Strapped, waitin’ for a opp when I’m in the hood
I’m a keep making noise ’til it’s understood

[Chorus]
Know you want me for my bread, you ain’t fucking wit’ my head
Try to push me to the edge, I reverse that shit instead
You want me ’cause I’m on, you want me ’cause I’m on
You want me ’cause the drip I got, the sauce that I got on
I pop out with some Gucci, Cartiers and Saint Laurent
Got all these mixed emotions, got to put ’em in a song
You want me ’cause I’m on, you want me ’cause I’m on
You gold digging thinking I don’t know what’s going on

[Verse 2]
And I could spit some shit that y’all just wouldn’t comprehend
It’s fully Smelly drive and I’m riding to the end
My new grip the clip extend, it’s full for all your friends
They prayin’ I’ma fail when my career, it just began
Told the guys it’s our year, right now it’s our time
I’ma always do my best to make sure everyone shine
Long, long time, we all gon’ be fine
I ain’t never said contradicted none of my lines
But I’m going through stuff, I think that I’m stressed
Everyday I’m in the studio, ain’t getting no rest
That’s the reason why the haters won’t acknowledge that I’m next
They hate because I’m coming strong, stepping on they neck
Why you hating on me? I ain’t hating on you
And niggas clout chasing like it’s something to do
I still don’t understand, I swear everything new
And I’m hearing a lot of rumors, I don’t know if they true
I know you niggas too fake, they two-faced
Always throwing shade, swear that shit amuse me
You’re not about to use me, abuse me
I ain’t got no feelings shorty, you a groupie

Juice WRLD – Purple Moncler Lyrics

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[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ‘gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Chorus]:
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ’gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Chorus]
Drip to hard my Saint Laurent
Barak Obama state of mind
N**ga yes we can
Especially when these haters say
“No i can’t”
[?] rookie of the year, a god damn champ
She ‘gon f*ck all night long
Ready set go
Blow up in that bitch face
I confetti that hoe
150 for a show
Count the fetty then im gone
150 big gang [?] coming strong

She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
I hate it when I start to care
About these evil ass hoes
I know that they dont love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
These hoes manipulate to gather money, and thats wrong
But who am I to judge?
I used to rob and juug
And hit them shots
I can’t blame another mother fu*ker for doing the same thing
Especially when you broke, thats the worst thing
If you offer me ebay money you will not make [?]

Oh, ain’t that the truth
Im preaching, having church, oh
Finna bag these hoes, taking they shirts off
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
I had to expose them guess how much —

[Verse 1]:
Walking round in London in the Purple Moncler
Money long, blowing here, I dont care
Ain’t that bitch my girlfriend standing over there
She walked over to my chair

Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
If it sound like my name dirty dan
Just call me dirty dan
She ’gon twerk for these bands
She ’gon hit a handstand
Ima text ricoche, hit him in the hands man

[Verse 2]

Uh, aye, count that cash
Uh, Im too ahead they can’t catch up
Team too ahead, they can’t catch up
Fifty shots, to his head, he need back up
For real
I dont like toting guns
But i may have to shoot to kill
N*ggas hate that im winning
Now they dont wanna see me live
They too lazy to get it
Its a lot of shit to give up
Just stay focused on your mission
And dont ever ever give up
Codeine on ice really fucking up my liver
Finally scared to be overdosing
I know that shit give me shivers
But dont worry, tell em god got me
Just an uplifter
Deep inside sometimes I wonder if God can even hear
But imma keep praying
Imma keep hope up
Imma keep face (what else)
[?] Pistol tote tucked
Shoot em in the face
If he get in the way of the cake
{?]

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

French Montana – No Stylist lyrics

[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I. Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me?
I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

Future – 31 DAYS Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Every now and then, you know what I’m sayin’
Most of them, majority of the time
You dig
We in that mode

[Verse 1]
This is a moment of clarity
Everything VV’s, I’m gone to the maximum
Young nigga flood out a ‘axima, flawless the face, then run through a pack of them
Everything classical, everything magical when they was checking my catalogue
Eating on caviar, smash on a stallion
Draped in medallions, yeah
The pill on the caliber
Put on the passenger
Whatever time, wherever I was at
Look on the calendar, yeah we compatible
I have her flying where ever I’m at
You astronomical, way too phenomenal to not have her naked where I land
I got a second option, and fourth and fifth one whereever a nigga staying
I had it falling right out of my pocket when I was just smashing her, she seen the bands
Her body Coca-Cola and she seen a can
The Glock was still on me while we was romancin’
Think I fell in love with this girl, came from France
She caramel, what’d i get a tan
I need to pay her when I get the chance
Gave her some drip, gave her a whole lot of splash
Talkin’ that shit, he get smoked like a blunt
Took a few Pakistanians to lunch
Got some little slim shit in Milan
These niggas be hatin’, putting on a front

[Chorus]
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her and made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

[Verse 2]
Doing it on a chinchilla, oh yeah
We fucking a couple of strippers together
Shawty my rider, she down for whatever
Y’all give her capital murder, her swagger killer
Shawty got more bags than a drug dealer
I put her in a Patek, I put her in the c’s
I’m on a whole ‘other level with her
Had to get a penthouse just for the freaks
So they could all come and sleep with us
We do nothing that is normal, everything we do is super gigantic
We don’t put on fugazi, everything we wear super Titanic
I just caught me a wave, feel like a nigga that jumped in the Atlantic
One hell of a car collection, pulling it up, it’s panoramic
Picked her up in a Cayenne, soon as she got in she got nothing on

[Chorus]
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her, made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

mansionz – Gorgeous lyrics

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

[Verse 1: Mike Posner]
Alright, I can still remember how the weed smelled
When you were riding shotgun, no seat belt
Or the SS just taking hits
Sold that car and fucked up that relationship
I’ve built up my walls perhaps too tall
Got issues with trusting but that’s not all
Knots tied by fame and not easily undone
I fucked 200 women, said, “I love you” to one
She used to speak like she was reading a scene
And make love like she was a martyr
The only thing about flames that bright
Is they tend to make mine seem darker

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

[Verse 2: blackbear]
Yeah, yeah, in and out of love
On and off of drugs
I ask you where you’ve been
And you give me shoulder shrugs
Pink polka dot top from Saint Laurent
I bought you but you never wore it
And I don’t even send the text
I know you just ignore it
And I’m so high
Could be the drugs, could be the moment
But either way I can’t keep my eyes off of you

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

MATT OX – Messages lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, Matt OX
Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Messages, yeah, I check my messages
She been textin’ me, she been trippin’, man
Think I’m chasin’ her, but I’m chasin’ bands
Ay, you not my bro, yeah, you not my mans
I got Saint Laurent, all up on my shades
And I got the Benjis, all up in my bands
All up in my pants, I’ve been hustlin’
They a bunch of lames, I can’t hang with them
And I treat your main like a side chick
I’ve been runnin’ up, they’ve been takin’ flicks
She ain’t bang with me ’til she saw my chain
On a new level, in a new lane
When she look at it, all she saw was ring
Fiji on my wrist, watch the diamonds bling
Watch the diamonds sing
Yeah that’s how I do my dance
If you’re talkin’, catch these hands
Make it out of the badlands
Spittin’ fire on the damn track
If I got the mic, I never lack
I don’t sleep, I don’t take naps
I’m just ballin’ with my squad
Yeah I swear I love my brothers
We gon’ make it to the top charts
This is only the damn start, yeah

[Outro]
Only the damn start
Messages, check my messages
People textin’ me
She been textin’ me
Messages, check my messages
People textin’ me
She been textin’ me
Check my messages
Check my messages
Messages, messages
Check my messages

Kris Wu – 18 lyrics

(feat. Rich Brian, joji, Trippie Redd & Baauer)

Part I
[Intro: Kris Wu]
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, oh it’s a vibe
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, vibe

[Verse 1: Kris Wu]
When I jump into the temple (when I)
Prefer a local mental
Bending knees and wishing place inside to hide low, go
Took a beer I need a 这个beat让你倒地
能力超出你底线
帮助你觉醒
或是打听你的一字一句
都已经到期
都是我玩具
都对我赞许
所以才会把你领地占据
Yeah, like I’m running the game (game)
Don’t you fuck with my fame
Light it up, spark it up, burn it into flames
I’m the one and only motherfucker from the East
All them bitches lining up to feel me, spit it then I peace
Gettin’ in my zone (gettin’)
I do this shit alone (I do)
I’m the Yeezus of the East
You need to Watch the Throne (yeah)

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
I’ll be on your labels but I’m still ridin’
Say that I be falling but they see me flyin’
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turnin’
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin’
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
Say that I be fallin’ but they see me flyin’

[Verse 2: Rich Brian]
Yeah, tell your chick I like her, take it on my Leica
And I’m always stacking paper, but my name ain’t Michael
Got a crib in Indo, it’s tall just like the Eiffel
I could get her number if I put it on my right, yuh
God damn legit, told me that she liked my fit
When I take her out to dinner, man, the check ain’t gettin’ split
Don’t look like I’m getting thinner with the chickens and the ribs
Man, your bitch is what I say
One day, I saw her and got the kiss
Don’t say my name, I never wanna breathe your air
Coke and Kool-Aid, there’s just some shit you don’t compare
I got a x-ray and I just saw my old girl there
She was my ex babe, but now I really just don’t care
I’m so tired, but my mind is racin’
Fuck with me and see what kinda problems you’ll be facin’
Friday 13th, I make you look like you’re my Jason
Like a damn femur poppin’, just what I’ve been cravin’

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still ridin’
Say that I be falling but they see me flyin’
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turnin’
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin’
All this ice be on me but I still be risin’
Say that I be fallin’ but they see me flyin’

Part II
[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexin’ (Pow-pow-pow)
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say why you change
Now they say why you changin’
Yeah, they ask why you’ve changed
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
(Fourteen and Seventeen)
No way, no way, stay the same
Got that purple in my vein
It ain’t hard to feel their pain
While I’m rocking Saint Laurent
Purple body like a Saint
Ooh, big body coupe just like a tank
I’m just swerving, smoking on some dank
I’m just tryna fucking ease the pain
‘Fore I blow my mind like Kurt Cobain
No I won’t change
No I won’t change
No I won’t change
Yeah, and I promise I won’t change
And I promise I’m the same
Trippie Redd, you know my name
Bitch, they say that I’m insane
I might blow your fucking brain
Bitch, I’m fly just like a crane
Feels like I’m fallin’ off a plane
Feels like I’m fallin’ off a plane
And that bitch got angel wings
And just spitting all these flames
And it just ‘nnihilate the lames
And it annihilate the lames

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexin’ (Pow-pow-pow)
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say why you change
Now they say why you changin’
Yeah, they ask why you’ve changed
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Outro: Joji]
Ooh, call my name
Spit at your feet
‘Cause I’m alone
Don’t call my name
Need some sleep
And sing along

NAV – Neptune lyrics

(feat. Belly & 88 GLAM)

[Verse 1: nav]
Shop so much, I ain’t got no fingers left for my bags
Everytime I get dressed, I pop one or more tags
Bought me a rover truck because I don’t want no Jag
Keepin’ a 40 tucked, 30 rounds in the mag
Yeah, my stomach hurt ’cause I been rollin’ all week
And I’ve been up for 3 days and I forgot to eat
Doin’ donuts in my V, throwin’ up in my suite
Every bitch say I’m sweet, but every bitch know I cheat
Car and I’m payin’ the [?], breathe air less than I smoke
Can’t swallow, my diamonds choke, narcotics inside my coat
Thousand bitches inside my phone, pay for everything that I own
These rappers sound like my clones, but they ain’t take me off my throne

[Chorus: nav & Belly]
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah)
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling, yeah)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah, look)

[Verse 2: Belly]
Drippin’, drippin’ on ’em, Super Soaker (Super Soaker)
Ooh, I’m lit now, supernova (supernova)
Yeah, I changed, I used to sleep inside the sofa (sofa)
Always high, bitch, I ain’t never ever sober (you know I’m not)
I don’t gotta look up now, stars alignin’ (oh, yeah)
Me and nav bought matchin’ Rolexes, that’s perfect timin’ (oh, yeah)
I got that dope, no consignment (no consignment)
Catch a fuckin’ chest cold from all these diamonds
But you know I’m on fire, fire, fire (fire)
I don’t ever tell a lie, lie, lie (woo)
But I can see it in your eye, eye, eye (see it)
I know you wish that you could ride, ride, ride (skrrt)
Yeah

[Chorus: nav]
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah)
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah)

[Verse 3: Derek Wise]
Driver pullin’ up, I fill his trunk up with my bag (skrrt, skrrt)
Next, they do the same thing like a stripper’s sugar dad (yeah)
First, I bought the Bimmer, but I’d rather the G-Wag (yeah)
19 years of age, was livin’ better than my dad (fuck it)
Switchin’ up, all my old friends barely know me (barely know me)
Fake niggas ’round my niggas, couldn’t fool me (couldn’t fool me)
Cash just called my phone, said cut the loosie
Niggas got they [?] fade like Boosie (yeah)
Doin’ the dirt on my own, can’t track my traphouse (trap, trap)
Nickel and dime for my youngins, I’m movin’ the pack now
Vlone all over my jeans, can’t rock no Levi (nah)
Don’t keep no receipts, I bmf on these sides (Bmf, yeah)
30k for a show, that’s just a bracelet
My new bitch just got karats for her lasik
Money crypto current, couldn’t trace it
Got some people that entitled, never make shit (never make shit)

[Chorus: nav]
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah)
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah)

[Verse 4: 88 Camino]
How you let a lame fuck for free?
When’s the last, you can’t even see what’s up with me (me)
Off the acid drop, you know what’s up with me (me)
Got a name from the game, it wasn’t cheap
Pockets so fat, I used to stash it inside of that gas tank
Goyard bag, fill it with cash, givin’ me back pain (skrrt, skrrt)
Groupies on call, wanna be all part of my campaign
Bitches, they all changed up soon as those racks came
Vampire drip like Dracula (Dracula)
Saint Laurent on my clothes (Dracula)
My life is spectacular (‘tacular)
My bitches doin’ the most (doin’ the most)
Throw ones, watch ’em rack it up (rack it up)
Dollar bills stuck to her toes (stuck to her toes)
Hit, I make it look easy (easy), the triple double in the post (easy)

[Chorus: nav]
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah)
Look at me, momma, your son turned into a star (to a star)
Jump in my spaceship and I’m takin’ off to Mars (skrrt, skrrt)
My diamonds shine in the night like the moon (bling, bling)
Stay far away from these weirdos like I’m Neptune (yeah)

Carnage – WDYW lyrics

(feat. ASAP Ferg, Lil Uzi Vert & Rich The Kid)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
You get hit, 40’ll hurt you
I got your bitch on me
And your mama on me and she birth you
Blowin’ Uzi, I’m just off the shits
Got your bitch on me, she all up on the dick
I get so turnt up, countin’ these bands, bands
I don’t give a mothafuck, I am the man
Stay down with mad niggas, your girl my baby
I’m fuckin’ on, I am too lazy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Fergy gonna get ’em, youngin’ doin’ better
Uzi with the Uzi hit him through the leather
Black Panther party, Huey with the leather
Feel like I’m him with the cheddar
Put ’em in the soup, portobello
Hit him in the head through his cerebellum
Nigga better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin’ felon
He’ll dead him in a second if I tell him
Spoke to Number Nine ‘fore he went to jail and
He was on his way to his dreams
Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon
These kids I try tell ’em
Don’t get caught with the weapon
Hip Hop police on the ‘Gram
And they can’t wait to get ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Trap, he smoking on midnight gas
Finessing a nigga with pounds of the swag
My bitches, they bustin’, you niggas, you cuffin’
I trap out the bando, them onions
Whatchu want, whatchu want, my nigga?
I’m booted, them Xans, wrappin’ the bricks in saran
You don’t want problems
Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan
Migo Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed
30 gold chains I flex, but I ain’t ever had no job
Turn twenty to a fifty
Tryna jump at Rich the Kid, diamonds dancin’ like Diddy
I trap in the kitchen with Whitney, Actavis killin’ my kidneys

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi
I turn five to a ten
I turn twenty to a fifty
Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty
Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want
(What do you want?)
Like whatchu want, like what do you want?
(What do you want?)
Whatchu want? Let a nigga know
Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

[produced by: Charlie Heat & Carnage]

Ty Dolla $ign – Stare (feat. Pharrell Williams & Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t bite niggas
All the shit that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ O’s to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ weed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Post Malone – Takin’ Shots lyrics

[Chorus]
Drinkin’ all night, but we ain’t done yet (yet)
Waitin’ on the plug, but he ain’t come yet (yet)
Still need somethin’? Put your bank on it (bank on it)
Got a big bag with a Bape on it
Party ain’t over if they say somethin’ (say somethin’)
No sleep ’til I’ve seen three signs
Party goin’ in with the threesome
Raw dog, prolly have three sons
Chasin’ the Perc’ with some muddy, that shit never lets me down
They go to work for some money, we make it for actin’ out
Grrrrrah, we takin’ shots right now
Grrrrrah, yeah, we takin’ shots right now

[Verse 1]
See me in a ‘Rari goin’ vroom-vroom (skrrt skrrt)
Sexy motherfucker in a cartoon
Saint Laurent, 40, on a new suit
Sippin’ Bud Light, that’s a new cruise
Baby bust it open like woah-oh
The diamonds got cut like a boo-boo
Pockets so fat, rock a muu-muu
Me and Drake came for the poon-poon
Drippin’, drippin’, drippin’, women tryna take my millions
Help my bro with Hannah since I’m Jason Williams
Heard that there’s a party, I might pay a visit
That’s a moment, hopped out frog like ribbit, ribbit (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
Drunk when I walked in the door, so fuckin’ high like, “Hello”
I told her pour me some more, then she went right for the blow (the blow)
30 more girls wanna roll, let’s get this bitch on the road (on the road)
Already losin’ control, this is the life that we chose

[Chorus]
Drinkin’ all night, but we ain’t done yet (yet)
Waitin’ on the plug, but he ain’t come yet (yet)
Still need somethin’? Put your bank on it (bank on it)
Got a big bag with a Bape on it
Party ain’t over if they say somethin’ (say somethin’)
No sleep ’til I’ve seen three signs
Party goin’ in with the threesome
Raw dog, prolly have three sons
Chasin’ the Perc’ with some muddy, that shit never lets me down
They go to work for some money, we make it for actin’ out
Grrrrrah, we takin’ shots right now
Grrrrrah, yeah, we takin’ shots right now

[Verse 2]
Frontin’ on me, but you love it (love it)
Tryna act like you above it (‘bove it)
Everybody know you wanna rub it (rub it)
Heavy overdone it in public
Sippin’ all night, let it rotate
Baby, just for the night, you my soulmate
Mixin’ vodka with the champagne
Tell me how much liquor can a man take
How many records have I sold?
I don’t even know, can’t keep count (nope)
You know that I’ve been on a roll
Celebratin’ life when I come around (come around)
Sippin’ all night, sippin’ all day
Brought the beerbong out like a tailgate
Holding big words that I can’t say
Got me speakin’ drunkanese, can you translate?

[Pre-Chorus]
Drunk when I walked in the door, so fuckin’ high like, “Hello”
I told her pour me some more, then she went right for the blow (the blow)
30 more girls wanna roll, let’s get this bitch on the road (on the road)
Already losin’ control, this is the life that we chose

[Chorus]
Drinkin’ all night, but we ain’t done yet (yet)
Waitin’ on the plug, but he ain’t come yet (yet)
Still need somethin’? Put your bank on it (bank on it)
Got a big bag with a Bape on it
Party ain’t over if they say somethin’ (say somethin’)
No sleep ’til I’ve seen three signs
Party goin’ in with the threesome
Raw dog, prolly have three sons
Chasin’ the Perc’ with some muddy, that shit never lets me down
They go to work for some money, we make it for actin’ out
Grrrrrah, we takin’ shots right now
Grrrrrah, yeah, we takin’ shots right now

Lil Baby – My Time Lyrics

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

[Verse 1]
I gotta slow down ain’t tryna lose my mind
I got on two watches tryna keep up with the time
Do this for Lil Steve, they gave my lil homie a dime
You can’t see the greatness in me nigga then you blind
I went back to the basics didn’t sign
Tryna treat me like I’m basic not I
I got all these blue faces ohh my
I’ma stack it to the ceiling, sky high
I been catching all these flights got [?]
I’d probably spend my last to see her smile
I was just sittin’ in the prison goin wild, now I’m standing on stage gettin paid, they like my sound

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

[Verse 2]
I think I fell in love with her she way too fine
I can’t go back to no prison got to walk a side line
Niggas act like they don’t fuck with me but on my timeline
Gettin’ fucked up on the block I had some very long nights
I’ma savage to my heart you can see it in my eyes
If I tell you I’ll quit trappin babygirl then I’ll be lying
Saint Laurent my jacket, Valentino on my shoes
Take me for a joke they try to treat me like a fool
Super paranoid ion leave the house without my tool
Hunnit bricks in I got it [?] by next June
Hardly ever see my son that shit hurt me
My bitch act like she don’t understand I’m working
I’m like how the fuck you think you got them purses
And the way you out here actin’ you don’t deserve shit
Don’t keep callin’ my phone that shit gettin’ worsome
And I keep drinkin’ this lean I’m just gettin’ worser

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

88GLAM – On Sight Lyrics

[Chorus: 88Camino]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight
Gotta keep my hand on my grip
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
I cannot throw hands got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite
But I keep the xans with a fifth

[Verse 1]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight (pew pew)
Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
She gon shake her ass, she gon’ strip (yeah, yeah)
I’ma put my hand on her grip (yeah, yeah)
Got these rubber hands on my hip (oh ya, yeah, yeah)
Throwin’ all these bands and you strip

[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
I just went to Gucci bought that [?] bag (oh ya)
Put my .40 and [?] (no)
No matter how much money that boy gotta past (oh ya)
I was pullin’ up on niggas on the first and last (no)
Now glam boy takin’ bitches [?]
Every city different order [?]
That’s 450 goin’ fast, I don’t use to breaks
I just bought her all this ice in case she wanna skate
Swervin’ off [?] (oh yeah)
Now we drippin’ [?] cuban link [?] my neck (yeah)
All that stress done made a monster so that [?]
[?] we movin’ [?]
Married to the streets that shit be in my veins (oh yeah)
[?] that molly in case [?]
Saint Laurent all on my body, bodeine in my brain
That shit calmin’ down my nerves after I hit a stain

[Chorus: 88Camino]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight (pew pew)
Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
I cannot throw hands got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite
But I keep the xans with a fifth

[Verse 3: 88Camino]
Motorboat, goin’ coast to coast
Rari, Rolls gotta do the ghost
[?] freaky, you got one of those
Foreign gear, I [?] for my clothes
Foreign car, see the morning star
Foreign wheel, crash in the ville
Foreign car, who is on Mars
Foreign wheel do my dash then I dip
Hallelujah the drove [?] on Halloween
Molly, booze I got a coupe on candy cream
Hallelujah pussy wet like Scuba Steve
Hallelujah I manifested all my dreams
[?] gate on the premises
G Wagon look like a tank to my nemesis
[?]
Watched by the opp but it’s not what they think

[Chorus: 88Camino]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight
Gotta keep my hand on my grip
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
I cannot throw hands got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite
But I keep the xans with a fifth

Cardi B – I Do Lyrics

[Chorus: SZA]
I left a nigga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks defined
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
Now I’m a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a bitch ’cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I’m a rich bitch and I smell like it
I’m in a boss bitch mood, ay
These heels are Givenchy, ho, these are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain’t no boss bitch, move, ay
For the record, I set records, record sales
I like niggas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I’ll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little 15 minutes lasted long as hell, huh?

[Chorus: SZA]
I left a nigga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks defined
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
That’s why a bitch is so cold
I’m a gangsta in a dress, I’m a bully in the bed
Only time that I’m a lady’s when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is ruthless, but I get top in it, I’m provocative, it’s my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it, Cardi rockin’ it, go buy stock in it
Spent what I want, ain’t no limit
I say what I want, I ain’t never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here’s a word to my ladies, don’t you give these niggas none (give ’em none)
If they can make you richer, they can make you cum

[Chorus: SZA]
I left a nigga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine, yeah, my checks still fine
No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

Post Malone – Psycho lyrics

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, “Shit, this is it,” ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent’
And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
I got homies, let it go, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, “Can I have some to hold?”
And I can’t ever tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
I’m hittin’ lil’ mama, she wanna have my babies
It’s fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (hey)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Diall up Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

21 Savage – Bank Account (On Ellen) (Live)

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard