Barry Bonds

THEY. – What You Want lyrics

[Verse 1: Drew]
We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
Good genes got you thick on, like, both sides
Head down, big stuff like oh my
Ever since you moved to California
You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
Know you think you slick, but I know the way
Young nigga rich, you know what it takes
You know how to get it

[Pre-Hook: Dante]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook: Both]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

[Verse 2: Dante & Drew]
You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
Throw them ass and titties, they gon’ get you very far
Knock them out the park, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
You could get it back to back to back, I swear to God
We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

[Pre-Hook: Dante]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook: Both]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

Logic – Midnight Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Everybody know I be
Everybody know I be (yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus 1]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 1]
Ayy, everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently
Goddamn these bitches is thirsty
They see a rapper but they ignore the band
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout musicians you stupid bitch
Talkin’ about what’s on my hand
Bitch I been addin’ it for a minute
This all been a part of my plan
Sold millions of records before the radio
Damn, it feel good to be the man

[Chorus 2]
Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me)
Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine
I’ma give her that D
Out with the homies, I be
Sippin’ on somethin’, oh shit, I might need an IV
Permanently, permanently

[Part II]

[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that

[Verse]
The illest that bring it the realest
Bitch, I came to kill this
They can never bear me just the homies and me
Now we the Grammy family
You made a couple million, that’s it, it’s gross
My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty
Right, real G’s move in silence like
Who the common denominator?
Fuck around and bomb a hater
My flow greater, heart darker than Darth Vader
Check the data, matter of fact check the state of mind
After I’m finished, these rappers ain’t in a state to rhyme
Straight to your mind now
Feel this shit like it’s some Braille
Way too heavy for the scale
All I know about is bars like I couldn’t make the bail
It ain’t never room to fail
Only growing and prevail
When my anxiety rise and I feel like I’m in hell
Take a moment and inhale
Count to five then exhale
Then we run that motherfucker like a marathon
Hits, motherfucker, hits, yeah we ’bout that Barry Bonds
Brace yourself, you can’t retain me
All that shit you talkin’ out your mouth just won’t sustain me
Logic pickin’ up the slack like denim
Spit it with venom
Never pretend to be somethin’ that I’m not
And you ain’t shit when you stand next to me
No kiddin’ like vasectomy
Step to me, throw disrespect to me and I’ll rearrange your trajectory
Black and white like a piano and I am proud to be
And fuck whoever tell me that I’m not allowed to be
I am me, I’m a man
Can I live? Goddamn
Yeah, I guess this shit right here is just all a part of the plan
Haters gon’ hate, that’s the motherfuckin’ sayin’
So much plaque on my wall I need a dentist
From Maryland to Venice, this shit is worldwide
Step up to the mic and it’s a homicide

[Chorus 3]
Oh no Bobby, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don’t do ’em like that
You gon’ fuck around and leave ’em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that

Kodak Black – Bill And Jill Lyrics

[Intro]
Alright, I got, I know how I’mma start this
Yeah, when we link up, man, we legendary

[Verse]
They be hatin’, they be lyin’ on me, too
Got a tiger and a lion on me, too
All this Gucci got me lookin’ like a zoo
All this water like I’m divin’ in a pool
Yeah, all this jewelry, swear to God that I’m a jewel
They want me stuck back in the projects like I’m glue
I be slidin’ with my 5 ’cause I’m too cool
I put your head right on a platter, now you food
She said if I don’t keep bein’ lit, she swear it’s over
She told me if I stop bein’ rich, she swear it’s over
My nigga be jellin’, he be hatin’, and I know it
He ain’t never tell me, he don’t say it, but he show it
Dyryk, don’t you stop the beat, my nigga, keep goin’
Dyryk, don’t you stop the beat on me, just keep recordin’
I’m finanglin’ and wanglin’, finessin’ gettin’ boring
Bought my mom a new three story ’cause we made it out the storm
We got chefs now, doin’ better now, feelin’ warm
Bought my mom two billy goats, but we gon’ eat it if we starvin’
Take a shit right out the door, ’cause I can, and this my yard
Perpendicular my perimeter, all these acres like a farm
And I’ll be honest, I’m the G.O.A.T., I was born right in the barn
Woke up feelin’ like it, dropped 100 on the Audemars
Cash for gold, I got a pot gold, look like leprechaun
I be hittin’, hidin’, run up, nigga, on Barry Bonds
Bombs of a badass, Sniper Gang Taliban
Ain’t never had no damn dad, just my brother and my mom
Bringin’ tears to her eyes, I make her cry like it’s fun
I threw away my life a thousand times, but not no more, it’s done
I’m out here packin’ out on Valentine’s, I’m thuggin’ ’cause it’s fun
Make yo’ daughter cry on Valentine’s, that lovin’ shit be dumb
I’m a cowboy for real, my momma call me Bill
Bought her a new crib with a shark and a eel
Look at all the trill, I’m spreadin’ Gonorrhea
I was shittin’ on the last year, now I diarrhea
All this ice around my wrist, I got the chill
That’s why I bought this ice, it’s just so I could chill
She be barfin’ on my dick, I be like “Ew”
I need a heart transplant so I could feel
I drop diamonds on my ear so I could hear
She be gobblin’ on my dick just like a meal
I dropped six thousand on my pupils, now my vision clear
Fuck Bonnie and Clyde, she say if I’m Bill, then she Jill
On a pill, holdin’ on a seal
On a pill, rollin’ off a pill
I’m on a pill, I need Xans for real
You turn me on, I love them sexy heels
I’m a grim reaper, make a pussy nigga pay a due
Before I was on BET, I already made the news
I’m pullin’ tricks, brick go ka-poof like Houdini, who
I be swaggin’, you think I know magic, you think I do voodoo
More stripes than Adidas, I ain’t human, I’m a creature
My brother, he a Z, that’s my zebra
And we havin’ more stripes than Adidas
Fuck the money, nigga, if I don’t like you, we can’t do no features
Fuck the teacher, I be breakin’ rules
Fuck the teacher, they kicked me outta school
Jumped out on that fu, then I peeled off in a coupe
Paint the color orange, so I peel off like a fruit
All the money look like soup, I be gettin’ to the stew
Valentine’s Day, but I don’t love you, April Fool’s
Banana clip on my pack, so I be Bathing Ape
I’m a monkey, got me swingin’ with my tool, goin’ orangutan

SOB X RBE – Carpoolin’

[Intro]
Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
B-b-b-bitch
Yeah, and we is not playin’
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not cable
Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
B-b-b-bitch
Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
Nobody else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I’ll set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
LV and Gucci had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
[?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
If not, I don’t give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

[Outro]
RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch

Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

FUTURE – All Da Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

2 Chainz – Blue Cheese (feat. Migos)

50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (Goddamn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin’ so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up uh uh
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb’ I’mma crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin’ Xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a Perc, kinda nauseous
50 pointer shit colossus
Hey, with this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’mma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick me wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin’ like knee pads
Flexin’ my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin’ it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin’ my wrist in the glass (Whippin’ it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl corner
Had to bring out that bag
50, 000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my off whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my off whites
Blue cheese in my off whites
(Uhh, uhh)
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

2 Chainz – Blue Cheese (feat. Migos) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I’m offended
I called, she ain’t pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I’m in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I’m going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin’ the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin’ this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 2: Offset]
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that’s mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I’m on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won’t slow down
You had a sack but it’s gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I’m exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 ? shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’m havin blue cheese
And I’ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D’s
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
I’m at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don’t ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
My life I’m livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don’t know my past
And if you know me you know I’m about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Hurricane, spinning work like I’m Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
50,000 on me, I’m a walkin’ lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon’ grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I’ve been drinkin’ codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don’t understand nothin’ but them dollar signs

[Bridge: Quavo (2 Chainz)]
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)

[Outro]
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
‘Cause he smelled like weed when he got there

Young Thug – Family Don’t Matter (feat. Millie Go Lightly) (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Millie Go Lightly]
Yeah, whaddup
I’m tryina put my dick inside of yo panties
And when I tell this shit [???]
I be rolling loud
While they rolling loud
Smokin backwoods and moving baggage
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that’s a Xanax
Causing me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yee haw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
Boutta watch you jog all day

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real tommy gun
I dropped a milly on my chain, I got no Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon
Uhh, light that ass like a candle honey
Uhh, Ferigamo shower shoes for me
Uhh, light pole and it got jewels on it
Uhh, like an ol’ school I got some pooled on it
Huhh, Satan, abracadbra, abracadbra
Kill all you bastards, I want no wrestle
The bread ambassador, no nuttin else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
Hop in a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
Fubu platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Country Billy made a couple milly
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Picadilly
All he had couple strikes ??? (of course)
Got another half a milly in white tees, of course
Don’t you panic, don’t you take this shit for granted
Don’t you panic, when I put my dick in your panties
Don’t you panic, when I catch up with yo bitch you know I’m smashing
I, I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head ??
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the morning
I gotta put my dick in yo mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss on my lips whenever I’m on one
I think the red dot, so I put my bum, bum
I’m bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (Go head)
I’m chasing all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t e’en matter, I was trying kill these bastards

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge: Millie Go Lightly]
Rolling through the W6
You feeling me
I’m feeling you
Falling deep, too deep
Purple dreams of Cashmere silk
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
I be havin’ nightmares shaped like you
You be blowin’ smoke out shaped like me
Two cups can I drown? And I might too
Hear the track, spin it back, catch a vibe
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you
I just thought that you should know
Take a hit, we can sip like it’s medicine
Chemistry, remedy, there’s no better than
This the shit that be bad, so bad it’s good for you

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

THEY. – What You Want

[Verse 1]
We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
Good genes got you thick on, like, both sides
Head down, big stuff like oh my
Ever since you moved to California
You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
Know you think you slick, but I know the way
Young nigga rich, you know what it takes
You know how to get it

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

[Verse 2]
You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
Throw them ass and titties, they gon’ get you very far
Knock them out the park, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
You could get it better, bring it back, I swear to God
We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

THEY. – What You Want

[Verse 1]
We was from the North side, went to Georgetown
[?]
Head down, big stuff like oh my
Ever since you moved to California
You ain’t been the same, you ain’t been the same
Know you think you sweet but I know you ain’t
[?], you know what it takes
You know how to get it

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like you
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like you
That’s okay, that’s alright

[Verse 2]
You the one that gon’ act like you don’t know who we are
We the only niggas in here who could buy the bar
Throw them matching titties, they gon’ get you very far
Knock them out the bar, you got the juice like Barry Bonds
Lord, you got them blessings, girl, you know just who you are
You could get it better, bring it back, I swear to God
We can make a movie, girl, and you could be the star
Fly you out the country just to hit that ass abroad

[Pre-Hook]
What you want from me? You know who I am
I take what I get, that’s just how I am
Give it all to me, I know what you did
Don’t care what you say, I know where you’ve been

[Hook]
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
That’s okay, that’s alright
You think you’re slick, but I like it
That’s okay, that’s alright

RiFF RaFF – Care Free (Balloween Album) letras

[Hook]
Give me one chance, I’ma take it
Give me one move, I could play again
So I could be care free
So I could be care free
I could be care free, yeah
I could be care free
Who’s gonna watch over me
So I could be care free

[Verse: RiFF RAFF]
Big plans, holograms
Big jewels, big dreams in the candy yam
[?] sliced like ham
I’m on, I’m okay now
Let the top down on the good side of town
I’m just diamond mouth
I’m just five car garages three story house
Flash back I had to sit in corner, time out (Time out mister)
Now the neighbor ask me to come over [?]
I sleep on ‘sace couch
I’m a chef now, arms look like two swans (They do)
Oh shit look who it is, the white Barry Bonds
In front yard jacuzzi with the new broad (She naked)
Watch over me so I could be care free
I could be care free

[Hook]
Give me one chance, I’ma take it
Give me one move, I could play again
So I could be care free
So I could be care free
I could be care free, yeah
I could be care free
Who’s gonna watch over me
So I could be care free

[Hook]
Give me one chance, I’ma take it
Give me one move, I could play again
So I could be care free
So I could be care free
I could be care free, yeah
I could be care free
Who’s gonna watch over me
So I could be care free

Zaytoven – Havin It (feat. Future) (Where Would The Game Be Without Me Mixtape) letras

[Intro: Maceo + (Future)]
Yeah, hey
(We really havin’ paper)
Lil Mexico shit nigga
(I’m talkin’ bout we havin’ real bands in this shit, you dig?)

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks
[Verse 1: Future]
Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
Lionel Richie to a bad bitch
50,000 on a bad bitch
Keep a .5 in a mattress
Fuck that bitch, she a savage
Gold digger, she a savage
I’ma pass her to the savage
Tom Fords on everyday
Upper Echelon everyday
Get the funds on everyday
I cash out, no layaway
Real one, no fame daddy
We gon’ get into all the fame daddy
Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy
Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
Styrofoams and some red bottoms
50,000, the feds got it
Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
Pop a seal, hope you feel better

[Bridge: Future]
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin’ off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

[Verse 2: Maceo]
You can tell I’m havin’ bitch, I ain’t gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rockin’ red diamonds, you rockin’ the rhinestones
Act’ in my styrofoam, I’m gettin’ my grind on
These niggas just hate that I’m gettin’ it
Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel
Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
Got you wonderin’ where the stash at
We robbin’ (?) no handgun
I’ma put on for my day one
Real come get, no Akon
Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
You think I ain’t back with a check?
You think I ain’t got no finesse?
You think my niggas ain’t killers?
You think that my niggas won’t aim at your head?
Drop a check on you, you a plate now
Right price, you get ate now
Whole city know I’m havin’ it
Bands in and I’m taxin’ it

[Hook: Future]
Yeah-yeah, we havin’ it, we havin’ it, we havin’ it
We havin’ it yeah, we havin’ it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got a check and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
I got the gas and I’m havin’ it
You drank and havin’ no check
You basically havin’ no check
And now we gon’ aim at your flesh
And niggas gon’ aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playin’ with bails, Lil Mexico playin’ with bricks

[Bridge: Future]
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just payin’ off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you