Kris Wu – B.M. lyrics

[Verse 1]
E.S.T 5.6
We been on it ever since
The London bridge didn’t fall on this
Cuz the shit we wear was too flame
Never miss designed for sure cultured
The minds of greats un-altered
Define the rights dream about skies
Paint a perfect montage on summer nights
Trenched down head to toe
Laced out high to low
Parfumed yea you know
Cosmetics for the show
Check the tape, operator
This pattern needs to co-operate
Too flex on haymaker i’m tailor made punctuate
Yea i’m tailor made Burberry made

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Verse 2]
Cameras flashing’
Lights, action
No collaboration
No elaboration
Walkway that’s always my stage
I’m the king check yo queen
Checkmate
Shades on days, yea
Askin’ my name yea
Fly as hell on nights got game, yea
Clean out, two tone, we moving’ on
Lean on, red zone, we moving’ on
No doubt, lights out, till the dawn
Night in, night out, Dom Perignon
Yea uh jump in my rolls
Yea uh check on my clothes
Yea uh cash and the o’s
Yea uh i just might buy you a rose

[Bridge]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Lyrical TIP – Moreki Like lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now tell’em who the baddest/
Michael Jackson yellow, the booty fat as a/mother that could never control her habits/
Was a regular face at these beauty pageants/
All the average dudes can handle/
But they lacking the funds to produce and manage/
The ambition of hunny to do the damage/
In the land of ‘economic future status’/
She got no money but she ball like that/
Hunnids at the mall like that/
All type stacks/
Never with a card like that/
Debit is a chore like that/
All eyes back/
Whenever she walk like that/stiletto and a jaw lie flat/
All type kats/
Saying that’s a broad I’d smash/
Rich niggaz fall like that/raw type facts

[Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Let’s get a round for the hunny at the back with the glasses sitting all alone… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the hippie-type chick with the dreadlocks, ring in her nose… (Whaaat!)
Let’s get a round for the yellow bone crew with the Gucci bags sitting on the throne… (Owww!)
…of vip/
The king I be/
Before a nigga let you in let me see id/
Man this nigga put it on with the figures/
I’m talkin’ Dom Perignon type dealings/
Man he buy a couple rounds for a giggle/
Hand up on her thigh then he gone with the visit../
And he made a young call when he did this/
Sayin’ that he gone for the business/
Took his wedding ring off for the killers/
And he put it back on when he home with the Mrs

Hook [Chorus]
How many broke bitches in the building
Still got a drink in they hand and straight chillin’ like…
Moreki like!
Woza x3
Moreki like!
Woza x3
[Repeat Chorus x3]

Kris Wu – B.M lyrics

[Verse 1]
E.S.T 5.6
We been on it ever since
The London bridge didn’t fall on this
Cuz the sh*t we wear was too flame
Never miss designed for sure cultured
The minds of greats un-altered
Define the rights dream about skies
Paint a perfect montage on summer nights
Trenched down head to toe
Laced out high to low
Parfumed yea you know
Cosmetics for the show
Check the tape, operator
This pattern needs to co-operate
Too flex on haymaker I’m tailor made punctuate
Yea I’m tailor made Burberry made

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Verse 2]
Cameras flashing’
Lights, action
No collaboration
No elaboration
Walkway that’s always my stage
I’m the king check yo queen
Checkmate
Shades on days, yea
Askin’ my name yea
Fly as hell on nights got game, yea
Clean out, two tone, we moving’ on
Lean on, red zone, we moving’ on
No doubt, lights out, till the dawn
Night in, night out, Dom Perignon
Yea uh jump in my rolls
Yea uh check on my clothes
Yea uh cash and the o’s
Yea uh I just might buy you a rose

[Bridge]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Shy Glizzy – Get It Again Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Hey
Young Jefe
Cardo got wings
Fuck it up, get it again

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
She wanna fuck with a boss
She cannot kick it with him
She wanna fuck a big dog
I told her okay lil baby I’m him
Me and my niggas we ballin’
Fuck around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I fuck around, fuck her again (yeah)
Then I fuck around, fuck on her friends
They like who is them niggas right there?
I see all of them dressed in Monclers
I spent twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this shit is unfair (goddamn, goddamn)
Play with me nigga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay over there
Got your lil bitch and another lil bitch and they all in my bed
We layin’ on the spread
I am the Louboutin don
I’m passing my swag to my son
Big booty bitch on my arm
She papi can we go to Milan?
I took that bitch to Miami
Yeah and we stayed at The One
We had to live up on Sunday
I fucked that bitch off the Dom Perignon, uh

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I fell in love with the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I’m beating my case
Hundreds and fifties, we keeping it safe
You say you got pistols, I need ’em today
I don’t feel safe if I ain’t got a pipe
My homie just called me, they just gave him life
I’m tryna give 50K to his lawyer
I hope they appeal that shit like shakin’ dice
Fuck up a check when I run up in Saks
My bitch got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go right to the ave
I ain’t have no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin’ for nothing, know I’m with the shit
I like to match up my gun with my fit
Shout out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so many diamonds I look like a lick
So many bitches I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, don’t forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta five percent the tint
Every day prayin’, lord forgive my sins
Young nigga risk it all for a Benz
Ain’t got no pal, I’m goin’ to the pen
Baggin’ the powder, blow it in the wind
I’m gon’ get dollars, know I’m ’bout to spend
I gotta get money

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
My mind it be stuck on that cash
If I love you, I’ll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again
I’m here to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check with my friends
For all of this money, committed some sins
Fuck it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again, yeah

Chris Brown – Who You Came With Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 1: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah, I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came out of it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party ’til tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like piñata, tap that
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry-ons
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out (woah, yeah)
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models (woah, yeah)
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up (oh, yeah)
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor (I hit it from the back)
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me (warned me, told me)
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me (slowly)
Don’t care who you with (oh yeah)
You gon’ end in my bed (I really don’t care)
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Next throwin’ up the same gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Fuckin’ bad bitches on the 1st date
All the boss bitches that’s been paid
And all my pretty bitches with their rent laid
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
When a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Pre-Chorus Chris Brown]
I’m all out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on bitches since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Playmate
Do you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Catch your best friends, I’ma get
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, Might put some bands up
I’m the realist nigga, no actor
Hit it from the back, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Your partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start as your homie
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

Chris Brown – Fuck Who You Came With Lyrics

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ]
Better call out, we finna ball out
Woof, woof, I’ma bring all my dogs out
Luvaboy TJ, Luva the rocker
Your bitch courtside already, yeah I fucked her
Fuck who you came with, you, I share my name with
Overseas pussy, came outta it talkin’ Spanglish
Ball out on you, this is no NBA shit
Constipated face on these haters ’cause they ain’t shit
We lit by the way, don’t give a fuck what they say
OHB, came with the mob, we gon’ party until tomorrow
Girl, connected, got that Wi-Fi
Let me beat it, beat it, beat it like pinata, clap that after
We celebratin’ with Dom Perignon
One conversation then we carry on
Private jets with no carry on
Pour up, roll up the Amazon

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown & Ray J]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh

[Verse 3: Ray J]
I ball out, I call out
Fuckin’ bitches since the 8th grade
I pull up in that new gang
Bad bitches in the Mulsanne
I know you already been, babe
Young niggas came, now who bang?
And I don’t give a fuck who came
Let’s pourin’ up the sign gang
Oh, you know I fuck actresses and Playmates
Niggas fuckin’ bad bitches from the 1st grade
All the boss bitches that’s friendly
And all my pretty bitches with they Bentley
Yeah, I might throw some money up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
And boss bitches know what we talkin’ ’bout
Where a nigga’s worth it, come after

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
I ball out, finna ball out
Been on my shit when you call out
I been on this since the 8th grade
I got an actress and a Play mate
See you wanna ride with me baby
In the 6 splashin’ up full of models
Got your best friends I’ma keep
‘Cause they know I’ma lead and they’ll follow
Yeah, back with some bottoms up
I’m a realest nigga, no actor
When he throw the bag, I’m a factor
Hey woah

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Their partners, they warned me, they told me
Let’s take it slowly, start act up on me
Don’t care who you with
You gon’ end in my bed
So fuck who you came with
Fuck who you came with, oh