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Lil Yachty – GET MONEY BROS. lyrics

(feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
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Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Burn his ass out like a skillet (woo)
All that shit talking online gon’ and kill it (woo)
Throw them legs up and I promise I’ll drill it (woo)
Whip wasn’t high enough, I told ’em lift it
Check wasn’t high enough, I told ’em lift it (woo)
Bought bro a Rollie ’cause my brother gifted
That pussy pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on, I call that certificate (uh, ooh)
Where your money lil’ nigga?
Wearin’ 10 chains don’t make your diamonds bigger (no)
Look at my ring, that’s a 80
Fuck a V Live when I’m bored wit’ Lil Baby
Born in ’97 my bitch from the 80s (whoo)
She drive a young nigga crazy

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I’m from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (we come up off the freeway)
Money long as 6 mile, fuck nigga, but you know I’m so Joy Road (Joy Road)
Shit I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (brraa, brraa)
3 million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold (got that in gold)
Crib came with a sauna (crib came with the sauna)
Beam came on the MAC (beam came on the bow!)
200 miles a hour (skrr skrr), this a Hellcat not a Scat (skrr skrr)
We ain’t cosignin’ no rats, talkin’ to the cops only time these niggas state facts (only time these niggas state facts)
Leave a nigga brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (brraaa)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
We the young niggas gettin’ money, yeah
Everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin’, yeah (bling)
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (so?, yeah, ayy)
We the fuckin’ get money bros (get money)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Gotta get guap, gotta get it
Used to ride ’round baggin’ hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose, I’m super specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic (ew)
Uhhhh, watch where you steppin’
Bang what you bang, nigga, rep what you reppin’
Don’t you dare ever dap me with yo’ left hand
Respect my pimpin’, I’m ballin’ like I’m Pippen

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
My Uber actin’ so janky right now, bro come pick yo’ bitch up (my shit ain’t workin’)
You pull up on tip, I’ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo’ shit up (boom, boom)
My diamonds so white, I was whippin’ the dope, almost got it mixed up (skrr skrr)
I shaved off my firin’ pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups (b-boom, boom, boom)

[Chrous: Lil Yachty]
We the young niggas gettin’ money, yeah
Everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin’, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (huh, yeah, ayy)
We the fuckin’ get money bros

Rae Sremmurd – Buckets (feat. Future) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Yeah, uh, Uncle Jxm
(Maserati)
Uh, Sremm born with it
When you come from the bottom then you gon’ spend it
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[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it, ball (ayy)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin
Fuck it (ayy), I’m ballin’ (skrrt)
Fuck it, ball
Fuck it, I’m ballin’
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (ayy)
Fuck it

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
I just woke up this mornin’
On that bullshit, where the fuck am I goin’?
Gotta get some money, I ain’t even got one cent
How the fuck the nigga finna go and get a lunch meal?
All that’s on my mind is I gotta get a dollar, dollar, dollar (get it)
Hit up my partner Mike, we gotta get some guala (Mike with it)
Everywhere we go, man, we fuckin’ shit up (skrrt)
Passed her two cups, told her mix that shit up

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it (Sremm life), ball (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin (yeah)
Fuck it (ayy), I’m ballin’
Fuck it

[Bridge: Slim Jxmmi]
I just get lost in these mothafuckin’ drugs (yeah)
I might just get lost inside of this drug (ah)
Don’t let me get lost inside of this cup (yeah)
Don’t let me get lost inside of this cup (Slim Jxmmi)

[Verse 2: Future]
Candy paint and some vogues on these ho niggas
Bitch, don’t come for me if I ain’t send you, I ain’t no ho, nigga
They done got back in their feelings, they some old niggas
They put up 28s on a Chevy, and it got drip on it
Got a little bit of Promethazine in that cup, I’m ’bout to sip on it
I turned a U-turn on Moreland, got that lift on it (skrrt, skrrt)
See back in 2003 when they wasn’t hip to me
I was sellin’ them breakdowns, tell the truth I was tryna live through it
They keep a liquor store on every damn corner
They hop up out the paddy wagon, run up on us
They tryna search us every day, we ain’t got nothin’ on us
I drink that lean every day like it’s a Corona

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it, ball (ayy)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin
Fuck it (ayy), I’m ballin’ (skrrt)
Fuck it, ball
Fuck it, I’m ballin’
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (ayy)
Fuck it

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Cut down the net, Swae Lee put them points up (buckets)
Put them tens up (yeah), both hands, I slam dunk (woo)
What’s in my cup, that’s wonderful stuff (juice)
Nah, these ain’t drugs (huh?), but even if they was
I’d be focused on the prize (focused), Trey ball every time (yo)
Flex like exercise (hey), shot clock, never mind that
‘Cause we pull it at the perfect time (we pull it)
Ball like Porzingis, and your foot was on the line (you blew it)
Couple hundred, I’ll sign (sign)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Buckets, ballin’
Buckets (woo), I’m ballin’
Couple thousand, I’m ballin’ (woo)
In front of millions, I’m ballin’ (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck it (Sremm life), ball (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (wasn’t born with it)
Fuck it, I’m ballin (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’
Fuck it, ball (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (ah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (yeah)
Fuck it, I’m ballin’ (Slim Jxmmi)
Fuck it

[Outro: Future & Slim Jxmmi]
Post up, post up, post up
Blow up, roll up, roll up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up
Post up, post up, post up
Post up, post up, post up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
Post up, post up, hol’ up, post up, hol’ up, post up
Hol’ up, hol’ up, post up
Wasn’t born with it
Post up, post up, post up

Rae Sremmurd – CLOSE (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
30, you a fool for this one
Oh, C-L-O-S-E
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Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Love right up my avenue (ooh) but that’s just not up my avenue (no)
You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (ooh)
And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close), you’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
C-L-O-S-E
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah) (Jxm, ayy)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it (dog)
Wanna settle someday but not at the moment (wanna settle someday)
I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me (gotta stack up the cake)
Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
Makin’ me claustrophobic (claustrophobic), bust down the AP and wet the Rollie (bust it down)
Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me (I’m not your bro)
Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (don’t tell me you love me)
I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get paid to go outside (woo)
Blowin’ on the strong like “How High” (blowin’ on strong)
Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
Stayed down and it paid off big time

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries
So many, so many tries
You only get so many, so many tries

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
C-L-O-S-E (through it)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (you’re so close)

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt!)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem (hey)
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’ (yeah)
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’ (brrr, brrr)
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t window shoppin’ (yeah)
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game (game)
Bubble Gum OG, I’m smokin’ on a different strain (woo)
Niggas stealin’ sauce, they need to stay up in their lane (lane)
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change (Sremm)
Put you boys to shame (shame on you)
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame (shame on you)
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne (yeah, yeah)
Say my name (Jxm)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain (skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
All these, hundreds got me siftin’ (yea, yeah)
G35, needs a liftkit (yeah)
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a pig pen
Leave your chick within five feet of me, wouldn’t risk it (woo, risk)
Niggas cannot stop me, told ’em just to face it (brrrp)
Aston sittin’ low (lower), damn I scraped it (hey)
She like, “Spread your wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus” (woo)
I’m like, “I might go and take the spot, because of negligence” (yeah)
Oh, barricades ain’t holdin’ me (ayy)
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night had bitches bogin’ me, like they go at me?
Took off on these niggas, caught a JetStream (yeah)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Jump in the Pegasus (on them horses)
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah, we bad)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly (hey)
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus (on them horses)
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (woah, yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’ (on them horses, skrrt) (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (woo, yeah) (yeah)

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck (feat. Rae Sremmurd) lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ for me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (woah)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (woah)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a mothafuckin’ prodigy (Jxm)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ spree (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Chanel (feat. Swae Lee & Pharrell) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
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Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the “B” is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, “Y’all copy, un-needly” (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, “You’re bitin'”, you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Slim Jxmmi – Cap (feat. Trouble) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Jxm, yeah

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (woo)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, ayy)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck the Instagram ’cause all these bitches be photoshoppin’ (yeah)
Catch me in SoHo shoppin’ (shop), maybe with your hoe thottin’ (thot)
Broke nigga talking that nonsense (fuckboy), we ain’t got nothin’ in common (no)
Rich nigga still eat ramen (rich) and I’m so hot like Austin (hot)
And I’m so smart like Carlton (ugh), blowin’ purp at the Ritz Carlton
Backwoods make me nauseous, new niggas make me cautious (Jxm)
I’m a young nigga I’m saucy (me), you a broke nigga you salty (you)
All of your diamonds look faulty (lookin’), all of my diamonds look glossy

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Trouble]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (huh, wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (yeah, they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

[Verse 2: Trouble]
I hear all the chitter-chatter, pay no mind I just fill my blunt up (yeah, yeah)
Where they at where your bitches gather in my hood then we hit ’em after (yeah, smash)
So do me a favor, keep all the gossip on ten, you help me get poppin’ I’m in
In, just like the perps, know you likable, get too close, diamonds might fuck round and bite ’em
Kept me in the bluff, I’m plottin’, hard as fuck up on a wrist rocket, chained like a goddamn Nazi
All white diamond, good God shit
Eh, yeah, yeah, bitch I play above the rim (yeah, yeah)
This Big Trouble and Uncle Jxm, you be hatin’ yeah we know ’cause your pockets slim

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi]
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho’ (grindin’)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (no money)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up, shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (shut it up)
Niggas flexing, they ain’t really grindin’ tho (wooh)
Niggas talking, they ain’t got no money though (they talkin’)
Niggas talking loud when they ain’t got no guap (shut up)
Bitches talking loud when they ain’t really poppin’ (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Growed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ear Drummers
Marzerati
Uncle Jxm!

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

[Verse 1]
(Uncle Jxmmi, yeah)
We ain’t ridin’ bikes no more, we ain’t ridin’ no scooters (ooh, ridin’ no scooters)
Spent two thousand on these don’t step on my shoes (ooh, wipe my shoes)
Word on the street, young Jxmmi got swag, got juice (ooh, Jxmmi got juice)
Just touched down in the city and I’m feeling brand new
Big diamonds on me, big ballin’ is my lifestyle
My pockets so deep, I could prolly stuff a hunnid thou’ (woo)
Baby, if you love me you gon’ hold it down (woo, woo)
I’m on a money mission right now

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up (ayy)

[Verse 2]
Goddamn, young, young nigga growed up (young nigga growed up)
I’m in the spot with the high-rollers (roll up)
New drop and it’s souped up (souped up)
Makin’ love to the money, Kamasutra (ayy)
Yeah, I had to have it, had it with me like I’m Brad Pitt
I’m tryna get it the fastest
And make sure my family don’t work for shit
Young nigga growed up, Grammy’s when I roll up
Hunnids on hunnids, wallet can’t even hold ’em
When you the underdog, you gotta show ’em
You know I’m ballin’, baby, like DeRozan
20 missed calls, I’m busy at the moment
Niggas was hatin’ on us, turnin’ bogus
I never let her interrupt my focus
I had to get it nigga so unnoticed

[Chorus]
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up
Young, young nigga done growed up

Slim Jxmmi – Changed Up lyrics

[Intro]
Run it, oh
Yo
Ear Drummers
I ain’t even got a blunt right now?
This ain’t me
Who this is?

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 1]
Damn, I done came up, now a nigga stacking green
I could go and buy Supreme but I’m in love with Gucci jeans
Shawty in love with my steez, bring these bitches to their knees
I got all this fuckin’ swag and I can’t even (sigh)
I can’t even stop it, all these watches that I want
I stack it up, then cop it
Guess the lesson of the day is keep stackin’ your dollar
And them bitches chasin’ me so I ain’t gotta holla

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I feel like Jay-Z the way I’m pulling strings
Feel like I wrote the book the way I’m running game
They think I’m a crook the way I take him
I don’t even wanna call a hoe ’cause she on go
Ayy, Uncle Jxmmi fresh, I’m talking head to toe
Ayy, I’m still puttin’ on for Tupelo
Ayy, I treat a 20 like a groupie hoe
Head down, head up, get down on the floor

[Chorus]
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck?
Oh, you sayin’ I done changed on ya
How I changed on ya?
You were never one of my niggas
You were never one of my homies
Tell me how?
I said, damn, e’rrbody want a piece when you’re up
When you’re down, ain’t nobody ’round
Tell me what the fuck? Huh?

Rae Sremmurd – Bedtime Stories (feat. The Weeknd) lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Oh, girl, stop that right there
Fallin’ in love, not your worst nightmare
Oh, girl, you can stop that right there
Fallin’ in love, not your worst nightmare
Go ahead and say it
You feel every word that I’m sayin’
Hundred somethin’ thousand on the table
I ain’t mean to throw it in your face
I don’t wanna play those games
I’m not tryna hide my pain
Nigga say he’s ballin’, I’m like same, same, same, same
She love a different nigga every day

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Slim Jxmmi]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know (tell me you know)
Tell me you know, tell me you know (tell me you know)
Tell me you know, tell me you know (tell me you know)
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah (Jxm! Ayy)

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
You tell me lies, you tell me lies and I’ma listen (ayy, ayy)
You outta your mind and I’m a witness (I’m nasty at all)
I’m diggin’ your vibe, I’m diggin’ your vision (diggin’ your vision)
And in the night, we do no kissin’, ayy (ain’t doin’ no kissin’)
I can come but I can’t stay (yeah)
Just put that love on layaway (lawaway)
It’s always you I put in first place (it’s always you)
It’s always you I put in first place (ayy)
But ayy, girl, you can stop right there (yeah, there)
Fallin’ in love is my worst nightmare (can’t do it)
I said, ayy, girl, you can stop that there (woah, stop it)
Fallin’ in love is my worst nightmare (Jxm!)

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Oh, girl, you can stop that right there
Fallin’ in love, not your worst nightmare
Hitting me with that cold stare
Sayin’, “Can you help me take these down?”
Talkin’ about your box braids
Five minutes later I’m takin’ you down
Now you’re callin’ my name
Thinkin’ of me when you’re out and about
Ooh, pray for your crew
Pray for your crew, make ’em salute
Watch how I move, cash comin’ through
Watch what you do and what you choose

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah

Rae Sremmurd – Bedtime Stories Lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Oh, girl, stop that right there
Fallin’ in love, not your worst nightmare
Oh, girl, can’t stop that right there
Fallin’ in love, not your worst nightmare
Go ahead and say it
You feel every word that I’m sayin’
Hundred somethin’ thousand on the table
I ain’t mean to throw it in your face
I don’t wanna play those games
I’m not tryna hide my pain
Nigga say he’s ballin’, I’m like same, same, same, same
She love a different nigga every day

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Slim Jxmmi]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know (tell me you know)
Tell me you know, tell me you know (tell me you know)
Tell me you know, tell me you know (tell me you know)
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah (Jxm! Ayy)

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
You tell me lies, you tell me lies and I’ma listen
You outta your mind and I’m a witness
I’m diggin’ your vibe, I’m diggin’ your vision
And in the night, we do no kissin’, ayy
I can come but I can’t stay
Just put that love on layaway
It’s always you I put in first place
It’s always you I put in first place
But ayy, girl, you can stop right there
Fallin’ in love is my worst nightmare
I said, ayy, girl, you can stop that there
Fallin’ in love is my worst nightmare (Jxm!)

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Oh, girl, you can stop that right there
Fallin’ in love, not your worst nightmare
Hitting me with that cold stare
Sayin’, “Can you help me take these down?”
Talkin’ about your box braids
Five minutes later I’m takin’ you down
Now you’re callin’ my name
Thinkin’ of me when you’re out and about
Ooh, pray for your crew
Pray for your crew, make ’em salute
Watch how I move, cash comin’ through
Watch what you do and what you choose

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’m not tryna tell you bedtime stories
I’m not like those other niggas talkin’ to you
I’m not lookin’ at you, I’m lookin’ right through you
Said I’m not like those other niggas that pursue you
You know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know
Tell me you know, tell me you know, yeah

Rae Sremmurd – Close lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
30, you a fool for this one
Oh, C-L-O-S-E
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Lowrider, my avenue (ooh)
But that truck’s not up my avenue (no)
You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (screwed)
And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
C-L-O-S-E
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Jxm, ayy
You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it
Wanna settle some debt but not at the moment
I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me
Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
Makin’ me claustrophobic
Bust down the AP and wet the Rollie
Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me
Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (show me you love me)
I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get packed to go outside (woo)
Blowin’ on the strong like how high (blowin’ on strong)
Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
Stayed down and it paid off big time

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
C-L-O-S-E (through it)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

Slim Jxmmi, Swae Lee & Rae Sremmurd – Chanel (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the "B" is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, "Y’all copy, un-needly" (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, "You’re bitin’", you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Trouble – Come Thru (feat. The Weeknd)

[Intro: Trouble]
Ear Drummers
Man, this crazy as fuck
You said you was talkin’ about what?
I got nothin’, man
30, you a fool for this one
I got nothin’ on no nothin’
Nah, straight like that, though
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me, too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me, too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
Just want me to come through, come through
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Damn the bih ’bout dumb as a box of rocks, dawg I just get them sock
Find out lil’ bitty be the opps, you can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can’t play myself out like that, fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
[?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no pussy, somethin’ I know
I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
Ain’t shit been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
I know what it’s like to not have shit, it ain’t a bitch I owe
You don’t need ’em now
Ain’t no fuck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his shit (fuck nigga)
Ain’t no fuck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (fuck nigga)
[?] no game
Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
I give a fed a Jadakiss, I rep that north for facin’ shit, Skoob

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 3: Trouble]
I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285, just in my thoughts
Do I need go hit this lick? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
Focus nigga, need to focus mo’, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
You ain’t gon’ fuck me up like that, step on my shit, bitch, you’ll get murked
Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
A two-piece snack in one piece skirts, can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
Got all 12’s on recurr, got off them bails, you hella hurt
Got a fair time, I failed to do, got a fair time, I failed the dirt
You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
How I held shit down since prison, how I held shit down in trenches huh

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
Come through
You must want a nigga to come
Come through
Oh, oh, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
Come through
Yeah, you must want a nigga to come

Rae Sremmurd – Powerglide (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, Yeah Yeaah
Mally Mall
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, hoe

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed
Coming in froze (froze)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to showboat (oh)
If she bad I put a pinky ring on snow globe
I’ma have that pussy on lock like Hulk Hogan (yeah)
She was going up and down the pole like yo-yo (down)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
I don’t fuck with [?] ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Oh, money on monsoon
Baby girl full moon (ay)
Yeah these niggas with some money some room
She don’t she stop, pedigrees, now they clueless
Oh, they big balling like Mutombo, yeah
Much cleaner than your tool kits, woah
Can you believe every night we do this, yeah

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, Imma’ go and spend that money soon (hold up)
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (man)
Pedicure gang get your fingernails did
With no shame flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (hit)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
My feet higher than a motherfucker
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Oh, You know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’m being reckless, so I cash in
She said, "I only wanna dance for you"
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview she know the answer (answer)
Prototype cars not a Jaguar, aaah!

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, hoe
Pass around the pre-rolleds
Rollie on my chain
Flava Flav with the Steez, hoe
Kush residue on my jeans
I blow hella dope
And them classy Reeboks
Whiter than snow
And a nigga be dressin’
Walkin’ ’round, who just steppin’?
Unintentional flexin’
Tryna send out a message
Money walk with the [?]
Shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental
Got your broad in the rental?
20k in AOD
And it’s just me and my kinfolk?
Tryna send a girl to college
I ain’t coppin’ no preacher?
Say her birthday late July
Yeah, that means she a Leo?
Might just leave with me tonight
But that don’t mean she a freak hoe
Fuck with dancers and models
Shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom
Yeah, shout out Keisha bottoms
Couple cases of Rose
Came out to me with the [?]
I pour up for all the girls
But I’ma drink out the bottles

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar pussy
But I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow
I told that bitch to come and ski
Shawty bad
She can get it
She can swallow
She can spit it
Bring her friend
If she with it
On the pole
Got her splitted
In the bed
Or the Lamb
Got your bitch
Suckin’ dick
On the ‘Gram
V12 helped me get up out the jam
Trunk full of slam
R.I.P Lil Peep
I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey)
Back seat of my Benz (hey)
Put that shit on camera (hey)
She squirted on the lens (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins (hey)
With the gang posted up (up)
Puttin’ numbers up (up)
Bitch, want me that check first
I don’t wanna fuck (yeah)
They say it’s cuffing season
Baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
She want a real nigga
Dog, you ain’t hood enough

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm’

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
One-hundred yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
Ten-thousand dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ on me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (whoa)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm’)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (whoa)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a motherfuckin’ prodigy (Jxm’)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm’)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ streak (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
One-hundred yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
Ten-thousand dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm’)

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t with no shoppin’
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game
Bubble Gum on Jxm’, smokin’ on a different strain
Niggas still in south, they need to stay up in their lane
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change
Put you boys to shame
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne
Say my name (Jxm’)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
All these, hundreds got me siftin’
Jeep 35, needs a liftkit
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a kick-in
Leave your chick within 5 feet of me, wouldn’t risk it
Niggas cannot stop me, told them just to face it
Aston sittin’ low, wow, damn I scraped it
She like spreading wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus
I’m like "I might go and take the spot, because of negligence"
Barricades ain’t holdin’ me
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night had bitches go at me, like they go at me?
Took off all these niggas, call it jetstream

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah, you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexing (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (yeah)

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee)

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t touch me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
[?]Chinese molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take it to the head to fuck on your face
[?]
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this shit aight

Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive

Gucci Mane – Greatest Show On Earth (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
I get you fuckers locked up for a quarter key
I told you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane, and I’m a one man band
Big papa, I got a brand new bag
Fresh out the feds, I got a brand new swag
I don’t mean to brag, but let my mink coat drag
In Vegas they treat me like I’m Elvis Presley
She using her eyes to undress the sexy
Who wanna come down and be the next contestant?
The list get the chance to hang in Gucci’s section
I walk in the spot like I own the venue
You might find your girlfriend on my private menu
But please don’t leave cause I ain’t tryin’ to offend you
But don’t blame me, she got her own agenda
Tie dye shirt on like we at Coachella
Let’s make love and make these other hoes jealous
I might just jump in the crowd like I’m performing heavy metal
I’m one of a kind like this is [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth (Gucci!)
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth, ha

[Verse 2]
Verse number 2, so I’m jumping back in
Bitches chew me up, like the Doublemint twins
Remember I was trappin’ at the Bouldercrest Inn
Now I’m slidin’ down the Crest in a drop top Benz
‘Scuse me, I meant in a drop top ‘R’
Neighborhood celebrity to the worldwide star
In some lowtop Giuseppes, and I’m steppin’ on the bar
8 figure Gucci Mane, now that’s a god damn bar
Choreographer, I don’t need it
Who needs stylist when you this freezy?
Fuck a interview, I talk greasy
[?] a hired man, for what reason?
I’m a one man band, but give the drummer some
Mike WiLL, yeah, the Ear Drummers some
I’m a Black Beatle like Rae Srem’ and them
And every weekend I have an [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth

Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles lyrics

Black Beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(Ear Drummers…)
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Getting so gone I’m not blinking
What in the world was I thinking?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screaming “everybody’s famous”
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trolling

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Why you bring the money machine to the club for?
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
Like Chapos serving yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

She’s a good teaser, and we blowing reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowing OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking

They lose it when the DJ drops the needle…