Pop Smoke – War Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
If I want it Imma grab it
If I want it Imma have it
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
I’m up in all this lust

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
My niggas wit’ it
Money floor, run up them digits
I know niggas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we’ll never forget it
I ever get booked Imma cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here Imma sip it
You try me it’s shots at your biscuit
24 hip it
Imma just 24 hip it ’cause bro said don’t ever forget it
Gang with me
Anywhere I pop out know the thang with me
Every nigga here with me gon’ bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin’ insane with me
Bodies dropping that shit ain’t a thing to me
Smokin’ deadies I’m rollin’ up lame niggas
Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
[?] we leave the remains, nigga
Surely business ain’t playin’ no games
Fuck all this fame, nigga
You will get flamed, nigga
Don’t you front I got aim, nigga
I sold homis that fuck with my brain, nigga
I be feelin’ like goin’ insane, nigga
I just got me a check now my chain bigger
You gon’ die for the stain, nigga
When you sent me the addy I came, nigga
Only me and my main niggas
You ain’t really for static don’t play, nigga
We could hit you today, nigga
If you makin’ your bed better lay, nigga
There ain’t too much to say, nigga

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it

Playboi Carti – Butterfly Doors Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Rockin’ that Christian Dior
I had to mop up the floors (What?)

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes (Yeah)
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors (Yeah)
Sit on them butterfly doors (Slatt)
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh (Dead)
I just want all of this smoke (Yeah)
That chopper start doin’ the most (Yeah)
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Walk in the building, we iced up
Walk in that building and I’m triflin’
Baby gon’ fuck us, who next up?
Come eat on this dick, you not wife (Yeah)
Fuck all that shit, I just like (Yeah)
I’m takin’ flight like I’m Mike
And in my bag, money
I’m one of a kind (Yeah)
Fuck that lil’ ho on the cloud (Yeah)
I got some killers in line
All of my slatts, they slime
You can get [?] in the [?], yeah
I like my soda with lime, uh
Mix it up, bitch, I look fine, ooh
Mix it up, bitch, I look fine, fine

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors
Sit on them butterfly doors
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh
I just want all of this smoke
That chopper start doin’ the most
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
I had to cut off these hoes
I just copped me a lil’ Benz
‘Bout to cop me a lil’ Porsche
I got them butterfly doors
Sit on them butterfly doors
Young nigga ready for war
Young nigga shootin’ at them boys
Bitch, you not ready for noise
I can do this in my sleep
I put that price on his head
He will be dead in a week, uh
I just want all of this smoke
That chopper start doin’ the most
Hit a lil’ boy with that K
Turned him to ghost

Denzel Curry – SPEEDBOAT Lyrics

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[Intro]
I went from stickin’ pennies in the jar to offshore bank accounts
See me and my conglomerates is lucrative
I’m talkin’ big money, big chains, big guns, nigga
More power

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Verse 1]
Put a red beam to your head like Arby’s
Either go to school, go to jail or the army
Keep a close eye on the things tryna harm me
Warn me if anybody try to swarm me, uh
Invest in a rock and a Rottweiler
Pile up hella stacks when the bills pile up
Dollar is the only way to get the style up
Riled up ’cause you motherfuckers used the dial up
My dawg is gone and the result is to have my teflon
Christian Dior and the fashion beyond
Talkin’ Polo, call me Polow da Don
Throw some Ds on the thong
I got hella keys in the phone
I put hella Gs in the vault
It took only three to assault, damn

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life’s illegal
I don’t wanna use my Desert Eagle

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Verse 2]
Pourin’ out scotch
Gas, all in my brain, it fumigating my thoughts
Thinking ’bout intricate plots
To get out the hood, that’s when I started to jot
Not given the opportunity to let the devil ruin me, no
Even though the jewelry froze, ice cubes get Deeboed
Word on the street, everything heat
Everything hot boy, Texas Pete
Pulled up in a Lexus and a Jeep
All black, no tag, time for the sweep
Too many guns, too many sons
Lost in the river of blood in these streets
Master of none, pastors and nuns
Let’s bow our heads for the ceremony

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, please deliver us from evil
Please pray over all my people
What you see in life’s illegal
I don’t wanna use my desert eagle

[Chorus]
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24
Big talk, speedboat (Speedboat)
Pray to God I don’t get repoed (Repoed)
Didn’t go to college for a free throw (Swish)
People gettin’ killed through the peephole (Blah)
Have your money up before you go to war (Hmm)
Put the mask on like a luchador (Hmm)
My dawg didn’t make it to 21, so I gotta make it past 24

[Outro]
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’
Fo’, fo’, fo’, fo’

Future – Goin Dummi Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s okay, ‘kay (Wheezy, Pluto)
Yeah, baby ain’t play, play
Last name Hndrxx whatever I do
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Woo)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Hrrr)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play (Just in case)
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Brrr)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 1]
Don’t nothin’ come easy, got a spaceship, twerk
Fine Europeans look good in the dark (Fine)
Meet me in the jacuzzi, girl, we made it (We made it)
Christian Dior already slated
Yeah, you try to leave me, downgradin’ (Downgrade)
I can’t save you from the apes out the cages (Out the cages)
Phone book in my jeans like pages (Freebandz)
This money I crave, it is so contagious
Sometimes get caught up in that mission, don’t get caught inside the loop
V.I.P. with raw fishes, I’ma show ya what it do
We get splashy, we get Percs for no reason
Got some tall, wet blondie at Four Seasons (Yee)

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy (Yee)
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Woo)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah, every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Go and ask)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

[Verse 2]
Tell me what the lick read, we gon’ go and get it (What’s the lick?)
Real fine mixed breed, I can’t wait to hit it
I’ma put your bank account past seven digits (A midget)
Bottles on the rocks, girl, everything exquisite (Exquisite)
You deserve to cha-cha, but girl, I want my chain-chain (Cha-cha)
We got all the choppas and we got all the bling-bling
Give a nigga that na-na, you get wet up, your dream-dream
Ain’t gon’ beg for it, my Bentley came with wing-wing
Fuck with a supreme team, you will never fall off
Every day a spring bling, make you wanna call off
Got some models comin’ to the top floor at the Waldorf (Top)
Feel like new Sopranos ’cause we way above the law now

[Chorus]
Woo, everything we do, we goin’ dummy
Whatever I do, I hope I got that Tommy (Whatever I do)
Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play
Yeah (Yeah), every watch I own on tsunami (Every watch I own)
Chain on frost, ask Sonny (Brr, brr)
Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy
It’s okay, ‘kay (Okay)

Meek Mill – Championships Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
All the young’uns in my hood popping percs now
Gettin’ high to get by, it’s gettin’ worse now
You gotta tell ’em put them guns and the percs down
Them new jails got ten yards in ’em and that’s your first down, uh
And I ain’t come here to preach
I just had to say somethin’ ’cause I’m the one with the reach
Youngin’ gotta quarter ounce, he tryna turn into Meech
Ain’t had no daddy, he’s had to learn from the streets
I used to be a honor roll student, damn
Then I turned to a beast
The first time I seen a nigga get some blood on his sneaks
He had on Air Max 93s but was slumped in the street
His mama cryin’, that did somethin’ to me, oh Lord
The shit I’m doin’ for my hood I won’t get an award
I used to sell Reggie, damn how’ I get to the Forbes?
I take a shot, if I miss I’m gettin’ them boards
Ain’t quittin’ no more, like give me some more
We wearing Old Navy, it felt like Christian Dior
Was dead broke but rich in soul, was we really that poor?
Was we really that dumb? ‘Cause we carry a gun
And every nigga in my neighborhood carryin’ one
‘Cause we had nightmares of our mamas got to bury her son
I’m speakin’ to you as a prophet as rare as they come, uh
Gunshots sound like music hangin’ out the Buick
Why you wanna be a shooter?
Mama told me not to do it but I did it
Now I’m locked up in a prison
Callin’ mama like I shouldn’t have did it
Watch my dream shatter in an instant
I’m on a visit posin’ for the picture
Like I’m going for my prom or somethin’
Like I ain’t facing time or somethin’
Ridin’ for these niggas like that shit ain’t hurt my mom or somethin’
Only one gon’ get me commissary or even buy me somethin’
When it all fall down
I can call y’all now
Even if I hit your phone
That won’t get me home
Seen so many different times , these niggas did me wrong
Shit that’s the reason that I did this song

[Verse 2]
Shit we was kids used to play on the step
A couple years later we flirtin’ with the angel of death
I was eleven years old, I got my hands on the TEC
When I first touched it that shit gave me a rush
My homie’s dying I’m like “Maybe we next”
That just made me a threat
Knowin’ the niggas smoke my daddy it just made me upset
Made me a man shit I was five when God gave me my test
Go to court with a court appointed and he won’t say he objects
Now it’s you against the state and you ain’t got no cake
Jail overpopulated they ain’t got no space
I know a young’un that got murked ain’t get to drive no Wraith
But he in the hearse on the way to church, I know his mom gon’ faint
When she smell like embalment fluid, cologne all on her baby
Pastor said he sendin’ you home, she goin’ crazy
When they drop that casket all in the ground, who gon’ save me?
How could you blame me? When I’m tryna stay alive and just survive and beat them odds when niggas die by twenty-five
When I stop fearin’ for my life, when I decide to change my mind And stop totin’
Tryna smoke the pain away, they lock us up for smoking
Put ’em on probation, lock ’em up if you ain’t perfect
Victims of the system like a rain drop in the ocean
They closin’ all the schools and all the prisons gettin’ open

[Outro]
Yeah
See comin’ from where I come from
We had to beat the streets
Beat the system, beat racism, beat poverty
And now we made it through all that we at the championship

Lil Yachty – Get Dripped Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Duh, run and lil’ bitch you get hit (bow, bow)
Came in that bitch with a stick (fsh)
Came in that bitch with lil’ kick (fsh)
I got that money I blow (what? fsh)
I’m in this bitch with Lil Meech (fsh, fsh)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I’m in this bitch and I flee, uh
I put VVS on my lens (fsh)
Shawty can’t wait ’til we lean
Fuck with Lil K you get, fsh
[?] on your ass, you get, fsh
I play that 30 lil’ bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch,yeah
You know that choppa don’t miss
You know that choppa don’t miss
I get the muthafucka lit
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon’ fuck on my drip, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bih with some tint
They just wan’ peep on my drip
They just wan’ peep all this drip
I get that Glock on my hip
Bitch, I don’t fuck, I want lip
I fucked that bitch with no tip
I was just leanin’ in [?]
I just buy everything Philips

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah (ay, damn)
220 all on that rear, aye (ay)
I get the drip, you get dripped (ay, ay)
I fucked that bitch I’m a pimp (ay)
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp (ay)
I fucked that bitch, she get bent (ay, ay, ay, ay, okay)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, uh (ay)
Thugger lil’ bitch speak Ebonics (ay)
Shootin’ that Glock supersonics (bow, bow)
I drop a dub at Onyx (ay)
[?] that thing up ([?])
Beat from the back, she runnin’ (bih)
Pink Prada bag, I’m thumbin’ (bih)
[?] 30 round gunnin’ (bow)
Fuck what they saying, they pussy (fuck ’em)
Richest young nigga on gang (yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on gang (ay)
They started snitching
Oops, back at [?] I was swiping
Oops, beat up that pussy, I’m Tyson
Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin’
[?] don’t call me (brr)
Rich white [?], Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry)
Keep one giant stick like Atari (like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (VLONE)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (ay)
Nigga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
20 years old in a Maybach (skrt)
Hoo! flexing (fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexing no 8 pack (uh!)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Damn (ay)
Damn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bow, bow

Young Thug – Oh Yeah Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah

[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’? Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know

[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz

Preme – Loaded (feat. YG) lyrics

[Verse 1: Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
Just a young nigga from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I’m way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list bitch but her name ain’t important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that shit look boring
New whip, new bitch and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
Bitch I’m the boss on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my niggas out the pen
Build a dozen niggas [?] and I do this shit again
Man I only got brothers, I ain’t never had friends
Getting dollars with them niggas that ain’t never had cents
Oh no

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

[Verse 2: YG]
No white T’s anymore, they don’t check ID’s anymore
Got a bitch named Christian Dior, cause all the bitch wear is Christian Dior
Catch a nigga ridin’ by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain’t really ridin’ by myself
I don’t need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Backup nigga, watch how I blow this
This shit come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna fuck all day and get loaded
I wanna fuck two, but I’m tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, what a nigga grossing?
Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don’t fuck with the opps, baby tryna fuck up the knots
Oh, and if you fuck up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the Glock
I’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, [P Reign] 4 hundred
OVO 4 hundred, six side so trill

[Hook: Preme]
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
[?]
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded
Fuck all them niggas we mobbing
I turn from your bitch to my bitch
And a nigga gon’ try shit
Listen lil nigga go backwards
We loaded
Fuck all them niggas, my niggas is loaded
We loaded
Fuck, man we get it, we loaded

Lil Jon – Alive (feat. Offset & 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, "Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door" (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothafuckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothafucka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

King Combs – Love You Better (feat. Chris Brown)

[Intro: Sample- Ultramagnetic MC’s]
I made it like that
I bought it like that
I’m living like that

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me how to make things right
‘Cause I just need you in my life
Girl, I love you better than yourself
Better than you love yourself
I just need your lovin’ baby

[Verse 1: King Combs & Chris Brown]
Who gon’ love you like I do, that’s word (oh)
All the times you confused, my words you don’t listen (oh)
You could’ve had Christian and Christian Dior (yeah)
Now you just miss and I’m missin’ you more (oh)
But you knew that I’m the cool cab with the roof back (yeah)
Know I need you by my side, can’t lose that (oh)
But you still wanna test the waters
Like I never showed you jets and boarders on the coast of Florida (yeah)
So why you wanna act like that ? (woo)
Like the nigga never had your back
His or hers to match
What’s wrong, girl ? Pick up the phone
Sayin’ "you’re not home, nigga leave me alone" (woo)
But fuck it then, that’s my word I’ll never love again
Same time wanting you back, I’m a sucker then (oh baby)
Coulda gave you my last name, you want some other shit
All ’cause your thought I was laid up with some other chick

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ooh, baby, tell me, baby, tell me
Tell me how to make things right (How to make things right)
‘Cause I just need you in my life ( I just need, I just need)
Girl, I love you better than yourself (I just need, I just need)
Better than you love yourself (oh, better)
I just need your lovin’ baby (lovin’ baby)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Girl I know you want me
Stop playing this game with me
Girl it’s about that time
For you and I to get this right
Now lay your head, on my bed
Then pushing your face in the pillow, oh
You remind me of my Jeep
So hop on it and just ride in with me

[Verse 3: King combs & Chris Brown]
Had me thinking everything was alright
At the time, I was booking your flights
Come and chill for a night
‘Cause when we together we be wildin’
Out of star island
On a yacht, playin’ our favorite album
And I know you still think about it
When the people doubted
I was the one that you stuck around with
Getting faded, baby, come my way
Love my songs, everyone I play, it’s on my mind all day
Late nights when I pull the pain
I messed up but I feel the same
Tell me who’s to blame?
You just left like your Uber came
And you stressed, yeah my mood just changed
I’m in the coupes and things
And you the only one that catch my eye
Matched my fly, chicks wave when I pass them by
But they don’t catch my vibe like you do
My love is true fool without you girl to be crucial (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me, Tell me how to make things right (tell me how)
‘Cause I just need you in my life (oh-oh)
Girl, I love you better than yourself (oh-oh)
Better than you love yourself (better than yourself)
I just need your lovin’ baby (lovin’ baby)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
You’re the only one for me
You’re the only one I need
Can nobody make me feel the way you’re makin’ me feel, no no
Better than you loved yourself
Better than you loved yourself
I just need your lovin’ baby

Lil Jon – Alive (feat. Offset & 2 Chainz) (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, "Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door" (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothafuckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothafucka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Lil Jon – Alive lyrics Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ live
God must be really on my side
Got the baddest bitch up by my side
Cash make the n*gger come alive
Everybody know I set the vibe
Bet I’ll steal your bitch like it’s a crime
All my niggas come from doin’ time
Hands in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 2: Offset & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, thankin’ the Lord I’m alive (God)
Your diamonds not lookin’ alive (dead)
Bentley truck swervin’, it’s wide (skrrt)
Heard you be talkin’ to 12 (who?)
But I do not f*ck with them guys (no)
First time I seen me a bale (bale)
I thought it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The coupe all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty outside (ooh)
We not feelin’ your vibe (yeah)
Nigga played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here ain’t true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my shoe (spikes)
You got more money than who? (Who?)
Christian Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon’ salute (salute)
Drip in that like the juice (drip)
Molly with the Henny boost (ooh)
You’re lookin’ at the biggest group (who?)
I’m lookin’ at the biggest boobs (ooh)
Lookin’ at the biggest diamonds
That I put up in my mama’s hula hoops (boogers)
You niggas really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow down (bow)
Migo Gang is a cash cow
Lay down the track, get the bags out (woo)
Handguns and the mags out
It’s time for the birds, take a bath now (brrr)
Smokin’ cookie, ’bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the bags out

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz! Yeah
Rick James, show your titties, it’s a celebration
Stuntin’, I wore a mink to my graduation (yeah)
F-F-Fuck the world, I think it’s ovulatin’ (okay)
If you ain’t gettin’ money, what’s your occupation? (Tell ’em)
Check my DNA, the A and K’ll wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I’m carryin’ a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I’m all about my paper, boy (paper)
Went to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can’t relate to noise, bumpin’ like a canker sore (bump)
I told her, “Go to Hell, leave your shoes at the door” (damn)
Yeah (yeah,) this the life I chose (chose)
Nigga, look at me, I look right on hoes

[Chorus: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)
Yah
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
I’ve been poppin’ all my life
It’s like my birthday every night (woo)
Every mothaf*ckin’ night, nigga
I’ve been poppin’ all my life (woo)
Poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ bottles
Thank God that I’m alive (woo)

[Bridge: Lil Jon]
I am so grateful, I am so grateful
I’m in the club vibin’, and I’m so thankful
I got them bands on me, she got her hands on me
She did a dance on me, she put that thing on me
Shawty you wilder than a mothaf*cka
Damn, woo, I ain’t got nothin’ but one thing to say

[Outro: Lil Jon & 2 Chainz]
Thank God that I’m alive
Yah, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Thank God, thank God
Yah, yah
Thank God that I’m alive

Lil Uzi Vert – Malfunction Lyrics

[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone
They don’t wanna miss the show
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
Don’t seem to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over

[Verse 1]
They know she’s mine ’cause I rule her
She says he does fine but I’m cooler
I got way more diamonds than your jeweler
All my girls dress like they work at Hooters
First I get my racks and then I backpack
No, I don’t subtract, I might just add that
Get it on my own, no, you can’t tax that
This that under the table, you can’t track that
Put money ahead and I move with the brick
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I’m the boatster
Pull up right there in the roadster
She ain’t want me, I was so hurt
I was broke just like Joe Dirt
Where you from, throw it up, nigga
I’m from the lowest part of Earth

[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone
They don’t wanna miss the show
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
Don’t seem to be over
Now it seems to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over

[Verse 2]
Over you, yeah
I got two so you know that I can’t lose ya
Moving my savages, you know my boys ‘gone shoot, yeah
Came to the club on my solo tryna groove, yeah
Just keep on walking, it is nothing just to prove, yeah
Oh, yeah his diamonds fake, he can’t fool us
You know it’s Christian Dior all up on my shoes, yeah
White stripes on the arm of my tie, brown suit, ah
You know I pull up and I got my tootah
You know that I don’t go nowhere without my ruler
You know everything that I said was for the mula
I swear that me and your love’s dad called the movers

[Chorus]
No one wants to die alone
They don’t wanna miss the show
It’s funny time missed us both
We all got time when we will go
Don’t seem to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over
Seems to be over

[Outro]
Put money ahead and I move with the brick
But I do not need a toaster
Diamond, water, I’m the boatster
Pull up right there in the roadster
She ain’t want me, I was so hurt
I was broke just like Joe Dirt
Where you from, throw it up nigga
I’m from the lowest part of Earth
I told that girl pull up her skirt
I am so high that I don’t wear no shirt
Talk about me, you fuck ’round go get murked
Reject your bitch with my dick when she jerk
I hit it first, Lil Uzi Vert
Know I stay on alert
Know I stay on alert
Know I stay on alert

Jimmy Prime – Moscow Mule (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Intro]
What about, what about you?
Ooh ooh
You, ooh, ay
Prime forever
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I’m tryna get that coochie yah
You know I love the way it’s Gucci yah
But I ain’t tryna be too pushy, no
Just tell me when it’s Gucci, when it’s good to go
Where you going lil mama?
I’m tryna pull up with you
Let’s hit up Neimans
I’m down to fuck up the store with you
I got a fetish for stunning women in denim
She a one on one she like the number eleven
She got on Burberry that make me wanna rip it off
I’m sipping lean it help me balance out the addy
She on the purp she like to mix it with the xannies
I got the bars I let her pop ’em like they candies
You can never see me with no randies
I break bread with my brothers that’s a family
Prime forever you know we like Roc-A-Fella
It’s Jimmaveli, yeah tell me who do it better
Codeine dripping on my Christian Dior
I’m just tryna get my foot through the door
I know they watch ’cause the Rolex watches
The foreign cars and the Audemar boxes

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about, what about you?

[Verse 2]
Hit up Harlem pull up on the stoops
Hit up Cali feelin’ like I’m Snoop
Drop the roof on the coupé whoop de whoop
Go MIA and I feel like Uncle Lou
I’m in a blue Mercedes rolling down a dirt road
Headed to a place you’ve never seen
Ain’t nothing wrong with that strong ace and medicine
Let’s get it popping your number one option
Jimmy the bull, I’m bleeding
Pour up a four like the seasons
I’m ’bout to freeze it, yeah
I bet that please her
Let her taste the sauce a little just to tease her

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about what about you?

Oo, oo
You, you, yeah

Jimmy Prime – Digital Money (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Verse 1]
She don’t wan’ fuck for the minimum
She just tryna fuck with some criminals
Mobsters and bosses and generals
She not tryna give up that na na na na
For no free 99
Open your eyes and start freeing your mind
Would you try make a mil off of retail
Shed the details on real detail
Run up the digital money
Gotta keep checking the email
Where’s the females?
Too much G mails
Pull up the bag on you dumbos
Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many
I don’ sold plenty, I don’ pour plenty
Split my soul plenty
All for your loyalty
The family all royalty
Put my daughter in Christian Dior
Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
I always knew I wanted more
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Jimmy the young bleeding bull

[Chorus]
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast