REASON – Flick It Up Lyrics

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[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Wait, flick it up

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up, flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough (Wait)
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough (Woah)
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: REASON]
Nigga came way, way up now (Woah)
Hoes got six like touchdown (Woah)
Get hit like diamonds, buss down
I buss down, I buss down
Caught niggas stealin’ my stuff now
I can see me in a lot of these niggas
Shit start to feel like Us now wait (Wait)
Nigga so focused, head on straight (Straight)
No new friends, nigga dead on weight
Hoes on Ray Charles, shoot it like baseball
Knock it out the park then I slid home safe
Knock it out park then slid on home
REASON on fire, can’t do no wrong
These niggas gossip, I just want profit
Came from bottom, I just want lobster
Need my momma up in the Hills, no stress, no problems
Niggas talk shit, no comment
Niggas ain’t really did half the shit they rap ’bout
Nigga you ain’t never caught no body
You ain’t never sold no drugs
Nigga you ain’t never popped no molly
You ain’t never, wait-
If I really, really said everything niggas ain’t did, I’d be ain’t shit
You niggas ain’t shit
Came from the basement, glowed up
Smokin’ on stank shit, roll up
Niggas got capes on, hold up
Stop savin’ hoes that don’t wanna be saved
Comin’ up as a kid I was tryna be Jay
I was tryna be Ye, I was tryna be Wayne
Now kids say they tryna be REASON (REASON)
Feel good, nigga still can’t believe it
So when I’m at shows I-

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Nigga who? (Soulo) nigga what? (Yeah)
Your jaw just dropped ma pick it up
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
I got at least infinity flows, abstract, asshole
Ab-Soul, infinity stone, end game for my enemy yo
Pen game incredible hulk, big fangs incredible bark
Big Dawg on T-O-P, R-A-P-G-O-D
Wait, this shit as easy as winning a spelling bee spellin’ the letter B (Aye) H-I-P-H-O-P, S-A-V-E-D-ME
Amazing grace you made yo bed and I made my plate
Fuck is you thinkin’? Benjamin Franklin
Face to face to face to face to face (Face the fact)
‘Fore I hit stages, all of my wages minimum
And then I dropped the track that made ’em feel me
Like a cinema (Oh) How ’bout that?
Now I’m just killing ’em, grave so low can’ dig it up
Where you casket at?
Look at my bitch, ass so fat can’t pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace, maker
Your heart ain’t strong enough, brain ain’t smart enough
Gang ain’t hard enough, dollars ain’t long enough
Promise I’m droppin’ a Jimmy, should-

[Chorus: REASON]
Pick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough (SOUL!)
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Outro: REASON]
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, I flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Bitch

Young Dolph – Eddie Cane

[Verse 1]
I got no love for a hater, no respect for a buster
My lil bitch she a dime, that’s one lil bad motherfucker
Always been hungry, even after the meetings
Did a lot of shit when I was young, I hope god forgive me
Took a lot of chances, hurt a lot of feelings
Dodged a lot of cases
Bad bitch didn’t want shit from me but penetration
Chasing a hundred M’s but I’m starting to get impatient
Benjamin Franklin my favorite
I stay fly in the latest, yeah yeah
These millions getting contagious
Half a million dollar coupe look just like a spaceship
When she with me all we do is go shopping and take trips

[Chorus]
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)

[Verse 2]
Whole lot of drugs, whole lot of bitches
I’m a rockstar, fuckin’ popstars
Everybody run when you see that squad car
Soon as they leave everybody right back on the block
Fuck 12
The neighborhood hot but they still catching sales
Every time I perform I feel like I’m Eddie Cane
Bitches screamin’ loud, throwin’ they panties on the stage
I got water ’round my neck and on my wrist
You got diamonds but they ain’t hittin’ like this
I roll up a blunt when I get tired of my bitch
Big old diamond rings, it come with the fame

[Chorus]
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)

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

Shah – Pay Day lyrics

Intro:
Open up the register
This is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day

Verse 1:
All I wanna do is see the profits
Jesus, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
Boy I got that gatorskin graveyard wallet
Full of dead presidents, peace be upon em

Shout out my girls that want the D but not no DNA with it
Momma said I’m sexist prolly true, I admit it
But look around who isn’t, this ain’t right, is it?
Y’all been gettin less dollars per hour for a minute

Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
Money all over the mattress, got money all over the atlas
It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

So y’all can pray, I go get it
Y’all go prey, I go predator
I brought body bags for the dead presidents
Now baby open up the register

Hook:
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register

Verse 2:
I just wanna see the profits,
Moses, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
Rakin’ in that money, Ronald rakin in the dollars
Made off with their money, Bernie Madoff’ing their dollars
I just bought a crib in the East Village
Empty walls, need some art to put up in it
Walls are full dog, I went passed the limit
Now I all I needs another fucking crib… are you kidding?

Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
Money all over the mattress, money all over the atlas
It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

So y’all can pray, I go get it
Y’all go prey, I go predator
I brought body bags for the dead presidents
Now baby open up the register

Hook:
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day
Baby this is pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
Baby this is pay day
Baby this is pay day