T.I. – Jefe Lyrics

[Intro]
Oyy papi, [??]
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
And no apologize for it
I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga
Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
God, I’m so good

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
Fuck up a check, then we making it back
She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
She want the D, I’ve been waiting on that
I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hating on that
And I meant what I said, I ain’t taking it back
We get you chain, we ain’t taking it back
Reach for my chain, get [??] for that
Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
I know we balling too much
And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
I say [??] mami, and call it to us
If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I’m in Balenci’, Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the ‘gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but really you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
While we gettin’ money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much
But maybe they ain’t getting money enough
I say, ‘Dimelo’ papi, he combo the trucks
He gon’ make a tab and I’m running it up, gracias!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin’ and shining since back in the nineties
I’m ’bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the fuck?’
Ain’t no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture
I can’t do nothin’ with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That’s how I do, ay, can’t give you the formula
Don’t stop me, I’m just warming up
Niggas be actin’, the fuck they perfomin’ for
Leave ’em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain’t shit ’bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearin’ my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
Fuck niggas hating, don’t try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Ski an invader
David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then running in tail
Open the vault ’cause you [?] jail

[Bridge: Female voice & T.I.]
Como ese [??] plata or plomo?
[??] como [??]
[??] bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that nigga?
[??]
What’d he do?
Ask him if he got some weed
[??] grande [??]
Man, what’d you just say?
[??] is how you say a lot of weed
Yeah [??] grande [??]
Hell yeah
Mucho
Ya dig?

Vic Mensa – Reverse lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
See this when I’m sleepin’
You can work my [?]
And my nina, she’s a diva
Purrin’ like we’ll feed her
Pipe her [?]
Chili on the chain, seats exceeded
Shawty wanna race like a beatle liter
Push T’s like a [?]
Like three stripes and a slash, I’m undefeated
Red ons, tip-toin’
Push button, kill John
Road too, felt cool in an old school, Vince Vaughn
Vroom vroom, nitro with the turbo
Pour that Ace of Spades up, we don’t sweat no [?]
Got the [?] off of the top my shell, I’m a turtle
Shawty tryna find it, throw it in reverse though

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, bend that ass over, throw it backwards
Moonwalkin’ to the n*gger like I’m Michael Jackson
Make a film with your bitch, turn into an actor
Shimmy out and then she ate a pill after
I get clothes from Vaccarello
I get [?] from [?]
I get packages from Paris, drop that Fed-Ex on my name
I get runway, off the runway, to the runway on the plane
Told you we are not the same, see that Spider switchin’ lanes
Give it some gas, look at the dash
What’s is he doin’? He goin’ fast
Look at the whip, look at him smash
Look at him skrt, look at the cash
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a man that’s gone insane
He’s in stage in a straight jacket, this is not a game
Yeah, lit like a candle, I been too much to handle
This velvet jacket’s fragile
‘Kay, be careful when you handle, please
Yeah, your hands look kind of dusty
Please be careful how you touch me
In Paris, out the country, ayy

[Chorus: Vic Mensa]
Aston Martin, push-button motor
Migos on the ice, anti-sauna
Go, oh, oh
Floss, floss, let me see how you work
You boys smokin’ dirt, we smokin’ Larry Bird
Straitjacket, go berzerk
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse
Don’t get hurt, let me try to throw it in reverse

Mura Masa – All Around The World (feat. Desiigner) lyrics

[Chorus]
This goes for all around the world
To the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world
To the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on, git, git!

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it
Thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, cut the trills, they watchin’
Thank God I be gettin’, can’t stop it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I be countin’ this money
Thank God, thinkin’, livin’, they funny
Livin’ close, yeah and countin’ these hundreds, oh shit
I be livin’ life on the ball shit
I’ma cop me a wheel and I ghost it
Black and white, it’s the panda, the ghost is
Give a toast to the Grammy’s, I go shit
All night with the bag
All night with the swag
All night with the bag
All

[Chorus]
This goes for all around the world
To the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world
To the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on, git, git

[Verse 2]
They say I go, got it, I go, get
I’m on top of the world on my ball shit
In the party, get it started, get retarded
Baby what’s your favorite car, the Aston Martin?
Gotta hit on the gas just to get it started
Gotta kick on the gas just to get it started
Hear the ‘Rari, hear it mumble, hear it roar
Say that she hate monsters
Engine started, she hate monsters
Engine farted, she hate monsters
Get retarded, I’ve been chillin’
I drink out and go to Beamers
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
Got them mad ’cause I drill and they all defeated
I be ridin’, keep sayin’, “Lord, ’cause I need it”
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
‘Cause he help me come back from all my demons

[Chorus]
This goes for all around the world
To the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world
To the world is gone
This go all around the world
So we carry on

Post Malone – No Option lyrics

[Refrain]
Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin’
Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin’
Don’t wanna prove you wrong but, shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Everybody asking, “Post, when is the album droppin’?”
Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin’
Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah
Ooh, swingin’ in a four-door
Now they takin’ photos
Bottles, we need more of those, ooh
Say she been to every show
Even on the road
And she always be in front row, oh yeah
Everything that I worked for
Waited so long to get on
The Caddy just sits on the chrome
I swang through on dubs on the four

[Chorus]
Baby, wanna get in this S-Class
Little mama, she just wanna go fast
You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass
So I told her, “Ass, gas or grass”
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin’
Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

[Refrain]
Ho, I’m so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin’
Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin’
Don’t wanna prove you wrong but shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Now she hoppin’ in a old-school
Swimmin’ in the carpool
Everything is all cool, ooh
Yeah, she told me not to tell
‘Bout the rumors that I heard
She said, “Everything was all true”, yeah

[Chorus]
Baby, wanna get in this S-Class
Little mama, she just wanna go fast
You know, baby, you don’t get a free pass
So I told her, “Ass, gas or grass”
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin’
Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

[Bridge]
Just me and lil’ mama, yeah
Ridin’ around LA
Just me and lil’ mama, yeah
We own the city, yeah

[Chorus]
Baby, wanna get in this S-Class
Little mama, she just wanna go fast
You know baby you don’t get a free pass
So I told her, “Ass, gas or grass”
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shining
Gotta have perfect timin’ when I’m ridin’
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Oh, oh

[Outro]
So come hop in that, ooh
What do you wanna do?
Put that dime in my coupe
With that gold on my tooth, oh, yeah

Lil B – Dior Denim Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bitch you know what the fuck this is (Swag)
Based doubled out with the pussy on top
Ask my cousin if I spank them bitches
Know if she suck dick, I’ma take them bitches
With a mouth full of spit
Pay 50 thousand dollars for a top notch bitch
Girls love me cause I punish them bitches
For talking
Went to New York to the Yankee Stadium
Fuck 30 bitches, dude you be raping ’em
Fuck model girls in the ass, I’m classy
Young BasedGod told the bitch she nasty
Paid a couple G’s just to pop some bottles
I be fucking hood rats and I fuck them models
Don’t discriminate even though I’m famous
[?] be surprised when I come to the hood
Got a iced out ring bitch look like Jesus
Got the chrome .45 with extended pieces
Bitch I be looking so good
I’m like baby, come from the hood

[Interlude]
Real nigga, yeah bitch
Ayy bitch, I’m a-I’m a real nigga with a 50 inch dick
A-list model, bitch you can suck my dick

[Verse 2]
In LA with Travis Barker
Riding in the scraper, no Aston Martin
Real
Real niggas don’t divide, we just keep on riding, you feel me

[Interlude 2]
Red Flame Devil Music
Ayy I got a fucking chest cold and I’m still doing shit
Bitch that’s why I’m relaxed bitch
I got a fucking bronchio-cold or something
Whatever it is
Got a little mucus in my chest fucking bitch
And the bitches still suck my dick cause they love me
Bitches love me
I don’t understand how niggas be calling me gay when all the bitches love me
Contradictory

Blowin minds – Chief Keef feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Chief Keef – Blowin minds

All new watch, that b*tch blowin minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousand, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

When I was in the jungle we was blowin’ 9s
Just hit a nigga b*tch for the second time
And you know I gotta cross the finish line
You can’t stand me b*tch? Sit it down.

When we in the field, it’s a touchdown
And you know your b*tch is a bustdown
She gon’ turn around and get turnt out
Hopped up in a foreign car, then I burnt out.

I don’t waste time on the FaceTime
R.I.P the p***y, leave it face down
Two best friends at the same time
Two best friends at the same time
Flava Flav clock by my waist line
I find it funny how she blow time
Forward lil mama cause she hold it down
Nickname her Karma ’cause she go around
When she come around, better not f*ck around
Write a couple bars, I bet I blow your mind
Deadly with the pins, I don’t bowl around
Mercedes Benz, I roll around
Like 80 bands, when I walk around.

All new watch, that b*tch blow minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9s
Just hit a nigga b*tch for the second time
And you know I gotta cross the finish line
You can’t stand me b*tch? Sit it down.

In the Hellcat, yeah, burning out
Let the window down, yeah, air it out
Lay a nigga down, ooh, lay him down
I’ma hit that bih with a hundred rounds!
All my b*tches bad, and they poking out
Pull up with them knots, yeah, I’m ashin’ out
Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out
All black Rollie, yeah, bust down.

All new watch, that b*tch blow minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

What’s the word?
I just saw your hoe up on the strip and she look thirsty
Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain
Yeah, I know what’s it’s worth versuri-lyrics.info
Give that p***y up, and if it’s wet, I’ll buy a purse
(I don’t be trickin’) Ridin’ in my Murc’
Seat way back, bumpin’ new Lil Uzi Vert, aye
Diamonds dance like Carlton
You can see them through my shirt, aye
Flexin’ on these niggas, know they see me and it hurt
(Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex)
Flexin’ on these niggas, I be with them geeks
But make one phone call, you get hit up.

All new watch, that b*tch blowin minds
When we show up, you know it’s showtime
I don’t skateboard, but I’m on my grind
Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it’ll blow a b*tch mind.

When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9’s
Just hit a nigga b*tch for the second time
And you know I gotta cross the finish line
You can’t stand me b*tch? Sit it downnn.
Chief Keef lyrics
Video minds

RiFF RAFF – Pork Sliders Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: RiFF RAFF]
Yo, they put the top up today, I don’t feel like talking. [?]

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Top up, cause I don’t feel like talking much
Slept on so much they thought I was a mattress
White Allen Ivy, mutherfuck a practice
Rock so much ice, I’m a hat trick
Candy cranberry on the cutlass
Ties black magic
I beg your pardon in an Aston Martin
[?] to Neiman Marcus
Before I park it, I spark one
Nah
I just passed your pardon
Matter fact I just crashed my Aston Martin
So I don’t have to park it
You beefing on a Wednesday
I’m a vegetarian
Eating pork sliders on a Sunday
My Muslim homies roll the windows down
So they don’t have to smell the aroma
Peep my persona
I paid for the gas
Shit, I paid for the Jag
Autographed the paper tag
You can have it back
A Uber car, I’m a superstar
I got cocaine on my door jam
Cocaine on my door jam
I just served eight grams in a traffic jam
I’m the chosen one
I roll a blunt and push 4 ounce of smoke into my lungs
‘Sace lungs, I’ll point it out
Smoke pouring out my mouth
I’m a fire dragon
Robbing, jeans sagging
I’m Bin Laden
I been had ’em
I been did that
I drive two cars, and both Cadillacs
My feet on the roof

Mura Masa – All Around The World (feat. Desiigner) (Mura Masa Album)

This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, git, git!
Thank God I got it
Thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, cut the checks, they watchin’
Thank God I be gettin’, can’t stop it
Thank God I got it
Thank God I be countin’ this money
Thank God, thinkin’, livin’, they funny
Livin’ close, yeah and countin’ these hundreds, oh shit
I be livin’ life on the ball shit
I’mma cop me a wheel and I ghost it
Black and white, it’s the panda, the ghost is
Give a toast to the Grammy’s, I go shit
All night with the bag
All night with the swag
All night with the bag
All
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on, yeah, yeah
They say I go, got it, I go, get
I’m on top of the world on my ball shit
In the party, get it started, get retarded
Baby what’s your favorite color Aston Martin?
Gotta hit on the gas just to get it started
Gotta kick on the gas just to get it started
Hear the ‘Rari, hear it mumble, hear it roar
Say that she hate monsters
Engine started, she hate monsters
Engine farted, she hate monsters
Get retarded, I’m just chillin’
I trap out of golden Beamers
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
Got them mad ’cause I drill and they all defeated
I be ridin’, keep sayin’, "Lord, ’cause I need it"
Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it
‘Cause he help me come back from all my demons
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on
This goes for all around the world (grrrrah)
‘Til the world is gone
This goes all around the world (grrrrah)
So we carry on

FUTURE – POA lyrics

Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Future – Poa (Future Album)

[Intro]
Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 1]
I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 2]
Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 3]
I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Future – POA lyrics

Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

RiFF RaFF – Staring At The Sun (feat. Ponce & Ghetty) (Balloween Album) letras

[Intro: RiFF RAFF]
Collect jewels, I collect jewels, I collect jewels
Must I pirate in my veins? W

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, I am not your son, I am not your father
Jumping out the Charger or the kiwi Aston Martin
Kobe Bryan jewels, Kobe steak for brunch
I done got drunk of Versace berry punch
Punch drunk sober switching lanes in Bugatti
Big body blunts, trunk doing karate
Fifth do [?], I can [?]
Watch me screen and roll with narcotics in your system
Got cocaine in my system, seats hieroglyphics
I ain’t even tripping, got my name in the stitches

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

[Verse 2: Ghetty]
Pull up at the light, syrup up in a Sprite
Medusas in my sight, that’s just [?] slight
You think I’m your son, I’m more like your dad
Topping down the ave., balling like the Cavs
Might just pull up in a droptop
Like it’s fresh out the sho-shop
So cold, but the block’s hot
Heating up just like a crock pot
Stare at the sun with Versaces on
Speeding like I’m on the Autobahn
Getting it and I got it gone
I’m balling so hard on you mighty [?]
Hey, yeah, robins hanging on my ass
Out here tasting all this cash
Yeah, just to add it to my stash
Yeah, aye, but I might just drop scream
Drop trip [?]
Ball like Hakeem, wow

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

[Verse 3: Ponce]
Staring at the sun, Versace shades cool me down
Swear to God I’m the king, I think I deserve me a crown
Smoke go to my lungs, xanny dancing on my tongue
I don’t even do it up, but right now I’m refined
I just copped me some new Ye
Contemplated on some new J’s
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dressing all white like an angel
Diamonds dancing like they tango
[?] like a peso
My neck shine like a rainbow
Versace vision, I’m a visionary
Wait, God, I’m a missionary
Rollie saying it’s my time, that’s the word in the dictionary
Homie really got me high rolling
Burning gas get my eyes swollen
I told my nigga RiFF drive the [?] told me to blindfold ’em

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun