Four Seasons

Mike Stud – Honolulu Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a hotel suite you can slide on through
Hard D, soft sheets you can climb onto
We was jumping out a plane
Jumping off of boats
Same night, same chicks we be jumping off the most
If you want me to stay, then tell me to stay
You know if I’m running away, I’ll show you the way
You know I took one in the face, ain’t nothing to say
You know we been jumping off the most

[Verse 1]
Got me on the champagne
I been off the shits yeah you been on the same thing
Got me on my flex now
Got me walking around acting loud with my chest out
Like I ain’t let no one disrespect me yeah
I’ve been living right where you left me, yeah
Now I’m in Hawaii on a jet ski, yeah
Eh, I’m at the Four Seasons for another season
Got a pool in the room and the view’s scenic
I could make a couple calls if you wanna see it
Get you off girl, on the real

[Hook]
I got a hotel suite you can slide on through
Hard D, soft sheets you can climb onto
We was jumping out a plane
Jumping off of boats
Same night, same chicks we be jumping off the most
If you want me to stay, then tell me to stay
You know if I’m running away, I’ll show you the way
You know I took one in the face, ain’t nothing to say
You know we been jumping off the most

[Verse 2]
You right, you right
I haven’t grown up in a while
You right, you right, I haven’t grown up in a while
But she think getting high and fucking’s romantic
We could bust a move but we ain’t gotta go dancing
Drinking something old, fuck I’m on the grown man shit
Got me, got me on the grown man shit
Got me on the champagne
I been off the shits yeah you been on the same thing
Got me on my flex now
You been on the same ride

[Hook]
I got a hotel suite you can slide on through
Hard D, soft sheets you can climb onto
We was jumping out a plane
Jumping off of boats
Same night, same chicks we be jumping off the most
If you want me to stay, then tell me to stay
You know if I’m running away, I’ll show you the way
You know I took one in the face, ain’t nothing to say
You know we been jumping off the most

[Bridge]
And I age like Vino
She prefer Peeno
Got a bottle on me right now
It’s about to go down
Different night, same town
Eh, and I age like Vino
She prefer Peeno
Got a bottle on me right now
It’s about to go down
Different night, same town

[Outro]
Eh, take a walk now
Ain’t no way in hell now I’m ’bout to slow down
I ain’t saying anymore
You should know now, you should know now
You should know now, know now, know now
Yeah

DJ Mustard – No Reason (feat. YG, Jeezy, Nipsey Hussle & RJ) lyrics

[Hook: yg]
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I’m in that [?] smokin’ like a Marley
[?] so loud soundin’ like a Harley
[?] in my hand but it ain’t a phony
Nobody get shot then it ain’t a party
Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt
I’m at the road dealer, I don’t need help
And the shit that I’m packin’ make the seat melt
[?] ridin’ shotgun on the seatbelt
My doors open up backwards, no way
No use talkin’ like you still **** with Jose
[?] got some bad ****es ****in’ with my Fungsway
So much rose gold, got thorns on it
Half a million dollar car for no reason
And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
I’mma ball on you ****as, I’m takin’ all of they ****es
Now they see they can’t be us, try to fly with us ****a
No facade my ****a, I’m zero tolerance ****a
Over two things, my folks and economy ****a
****As gotta be kiddin’, don’t ever challenge me ****a
Got a ****ed up ass temper, I’d prolly kill ’em
And I ain’t the one to start it but I’d prolly finish
If I don’t send him to the grave then it’s probably the dentist
Look ya’ll ****as should prolly listen
All I’m speakin’ is real shit, I should start a religion
Ya’ll lookin’ like ya’ll all on your feelin’s
When you see us in the club, all these bottles and ****es
**** It, I got money for the case, I got money for the ace
I got money for an eighth, I got money in the safe
‘Bout to pull it out and drop money on the [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 3: rj]
They call me are motherfucker
If you with your broad you should cuff her
I saw my momma I’mma need three feet
Cause these ****es want pictures, ****as want somethin’ free
Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey
Slow poke, Joe Clark, ****a lean on me
Crushin’ only codeine, I be flirtin’ with the fuego
100 bottles, can’t even see the table
Dope fiend, a ****a screamin’ out the label
Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll
Hanging off the roof like what’s up with that ****
Suckin’ me and ****as [?] you in love with that ****
****As die for a lick, shots till we equal
I made it out the sand but it’s still [?] Pedro
I’m [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

THEY. – Deep End lyrics

[Intro: Drew]
Goin’ off the deep end
Drownin’ for the weekend
We don’t need a reason
Put it all on me

[Verse 1: Drew]
No, I know ’round the way, that’s just how it is
Yeah, I do it for no reason, that’s just how it is
I deserve somethin’ different than the average
If you in town for the weekend
Give me your blessin’, I ain’t gon’ judge you
We don’t know better
I ain’t the only nigga, so there ain’t no pressure
Just come and get it, I know you’re ready
It’s automatic

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Post-Chorus: Drew]
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na

[Verse 2: Drew]
Long days, she been workin’ long days
Main nigga got no juice, she been waitin’ on this all week
Four Seasons, get it poppin’ off like Pompeii
Parked up, Mauro, she wanna get up on me in the broad day
Shit, real shit, did that one time
Your type be catchin’ them feelings, they never on time
I ain’t been trustin’ no bitches in Rio, way back in ’09
We gonna see if with me if, you keep it together or not

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Outro: Dante]
Let’s go, so now
Shit way too simple, so we gon’ do this one time for the one time
So your man, when he bump this shit
He know exactly why you left his ass at home
He ain’t just give it to you last here on the first night
So you and your friends think you slick
You really thinking that they ain’t got that shit figured out
Know what I’m just sayin’?
I ain’t here to judge you, but I understand
I been around shit, believe me
Old times, you know what this is about
This ain’t nothin’ different than what you thought it was
Drowning for the weekend

Chris Brown – Only 4 Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds)

[Intro: Verse Simmonds]
You know what time it is
Legendary
And I brought some of my friends with me
Like they here, here go, huh

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]
Told her, you ain’t gotta tell no lies, girl, you ain’t gotta tell no lies
I don’t wanna be the one who judge you, baby, it’s your life
I ain’t gon’ gas you up, girl but that ass on fire
And I know you got a man, but fuck that nigga nine (uh-huh)
All these niggas tryna holla
I’m ain’t tryna waste your time, tryna bother
I just wanna come through, do you got friends?
I ain’t tryna press you, do you got plans?
Room 112 at the Four Seasons
Left the key downstairs, get it on your way in
She said, "I ain’t got no panties on"
And you gon’ leave with no panties on

[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds & Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ty Dolla $ign)]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (me yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You smell that girl perfume on my pillow
I said, "Don’t worry ’bout it", ain’t got nothing to do with us
I knew as soon I hit it more than once
I gave you the wrong impression, still haven’t learnt my lesson
That love is good as a motherfucker, girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, I got you sprung and I’m up, aw yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (let’s switch ’em up)
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds]
Faces in my pillow case (all of these faces)
Mascara on my sheets, sheets (oh, oh, ooh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh (just me, me, me, oh, woah, yeah, yeah)
Tonight, only for me, me, me (all me, all mine, tonight your mine, yeah, yeah, girl)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You see my phone ringing when I’m asleep
You know it’s them other girls, I come around you all the time
And you can’t believe that it’s your best friend
And you say, "How could you cheat with them hoes?" Woah
I should have been, told her, I had a couple of her friends over
We started drinking, I wish I would have stayed sober
We started dancing, they started fooling
Straight to the bed, then we started fucking, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds, Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing (same thing)
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing (ooh, oh, oh)
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (real one)
I switch ’em up, just like a million (yeah, hey, oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case (yeah)
Mascara on my sheets (oh, oh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (only for me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (only for me)
Tonight, tonight

[Bridge: Verse Simmonds]
Yeah, only for me
Verse, for me, Ty, for me, Breezy
Hey, only for me
This goes out to all the girls, for me, hey, yeah
She gon’ drop that ass only for me (woo)
She gon’ pop that pussy only for me (woo)
Yeah, yeah, dance, dance, dance do it only for me, do it (do it)
Dance, dance, dance do it only for me, huh (do it)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

THEY. – Deep End

[Intro: Drew]
Goin’ off the deep end
Drownin’ for the weekend
We don’t need a reason
Put it all on me

[Verse 1: Drew]
No, I know ’round the way, that’s just how it is
Yeah, I do it for no reason, that’s just how it is
I deserve somethin’ different than the average
If you in town for the weekend
Give me your blessin’, I ain’t gon’ judge you
We don’t know better
I ain’t the only nigga, so there ain’t no pressure
Just come and get it, I know you’re ready
It’s automatic

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Post-Chorus: Drew]
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na

[Verse 2: Drew]
Long days, she been workin’ long days
Main nigga got no juice, she been waitin’ on this all week
Four Seasons, get it poppin’ off like Pompeii
Parked up, Mauro, she wanna get up on me in the broad day
Shit, real shit, did that one time
Your type be catchin’ them feelings, they never on time
I ain’t been trustin’ no bitches in Rio, way back in 09′
We gonna see if with me if, you keep it together or not

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Outro: Dante]
Let’s go, so now
Shit way too simple, so we gon’ do this one time for the one time
So your man, when he bump this shit
He know exactly why you left his ass at home
He ain’t just give it to [?] on the first night
So you and your friends think you slick
You really thinking that they ain’t got that shit figured out
I’m just saying
I ain’t here to judge you, but I understand
I been around [?]
Old times, you know what this is about
This ain’t nothin’ different than what you thought it was
Drowning for the weekend

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

Dae Dae – Black Lives Matter (feat. London On Da Track) (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
No justice, no peace huh?
Just put your hands up and say don’t shoot bro
(We got London on the track) boom

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (Balmain)
(I just don’t know, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face the reason, why?
Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 1]
You killing my skin (black)
You killing my colors (blue)
You killing my niggas (my kind)
Crazy motherfucker bitch
Like what is your reason? (really?)
I rap for a reason (I do)
I trap for a reason (my kids)
This shit here easy, no-no
My president black (Barack)
My bank account loaded (racks)
My credit is whack, I feel like they holding (on me)
Trayvon we miss you
I hope you listening (yeah)
This shit ridiculous
I had to mention it
But shame on you (shame on you)
I didn’t wanna blame you (didn’t wanna blame you, no-no)
But they tried to frame me (for real)
And I get to aiming (they Glocks)
The reason why I’m saying this cause

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (the color of my skin)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
(I just-I just don’t fuck with you, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 2]
You blood or you crip? (what)
You thugging or what? (huh?)
You busting or what? (scrap)
It’s us against them (c’mon)
Got no fear in my heart (no)
I don’t like how they shot that man that they chased on the ground
And I don’t like how killed that innocent lady on World Star
(On World Star, on World Star, on World Star)

[Bridge]
No-no-no-no, Eric Garner
No-no-no-no, Michael Brown
No-no-no-no, Freddie Gray
No-no-no-no, Alton Sterling
Sandra Bland
The message that I’m tryna tell you

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Outro]
Four Seasons, Four Seasons, Four Seasons

Kap G – Freakin N Geekin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that [?] sauce
She got that [?], now take your Uggs off
Now take your [?] off, now give me [?]

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hold up, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I [?] R.I.P. to [?]
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna bang, she wanna
I think she geekin’, yeah she like my wrist and
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, tell I see she creepin’

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

Future – Drippin

[Intro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
DJ EscoMoeCity, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin’ planet
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
I’m a big timer, baby, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
Got bottles on me right now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Verse 1]
I’m drippin’ flavor, you just a traitor
No sports agent, I am a player
I’m at the Four Seasons like I’m on vacation
Tryna count some paper everyday I wake up
I can’t get no sleep, I’m runnin’ these bands way up
Louboutins on my feet gettin’ laced up
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, it’s perfect timer
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, I’m tryna find her
I got fine bitches on me just like Chyna
Here’s a chance for you to prove it girl, line up
Ain’t no pressure, got a drapper bustin’ diamonds
If you care about her, put her in designer

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
I could pay your rent right now, how you love that?
I could pay your bills right now, how you love that?
I buy you a brand new car, how you love that?
I’m standin’ on the bar, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Bridge]
Foreign automobiles, spinnin’ these wheels, yeah-yeah-yeah
Take the top off a seal, take the top off a seal and pour it
Make me some Codeine I want it, make me some bars I want it
I got a feelin’ she want me like I want her

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?

[Outro]
You need that drip, you wanna drip
I show you drip, I’mma get on that drip
Like to drip, they like to drip
You wanna drip, you know we drip
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

Young Dolph – Foreva (feat. T.I.)

[Intro]
Hey who is that?
Who is that right there?
Hey whats up lil’ mama?

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
She a good girl but she bad so I’m confused (damn)
Fuck it, I’ma shoot my shot got nun ‘ to lose (fuck it)
I said "what’s up my name is D"
She said "nigga you lyin’, yo name Dolph"
Okay you know me? Then let’s go pull off
Jump in this coupe and let’s go and get lost
Took you to my hood but you was scared
I started laughin’ then you got mad
Bet you never been with a nigga like me
Give a fuck about bitches count skrilla like me
We started off havin’ fun though
You asked me where I keep my gun though
Uh, I don’t wanna talk about that
Why that ass so fat and why you walk like that?
I’m just a lil nigga out here havin’ it
All of my niggas, they savages
Guess what I did last weekend ?
Bitch I made your boyfriend’s salary

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I can’t say no
Bitch real thick like clay though
I got Hi-Tec in my faygo
Heard you got strippers on payroll
Nigga I got killers on payroll
My lil mama mad at me, said she don’t like the way that I’m livin’
She hate to see cough medicine, say she don’t like the way that I’m sippin’
I was drinkin’ this shit 10 years before I met you, lil mama you trippin’
Wait a minute, hold up it’s me
Wait a minute, roll up the weed
Wait a minute, roll up my sleeves
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Kickin’ shit in the trap like Bruce Lee
When I walk in they be like "who’s he?"
When I walk out they be like "what the fuck?"
What the fuck is that lil nigga drivin’?
All my niggas, they ridin’
All of these bitches be lyin’
Lil fly nigga plus my bitch fly so together we flying

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Pussy nigga hatin’ pulled up beside me
She pulled out a purse,rolled the window down told the pussy nigga bust a move, ain’t shit to try
Stayed down for a nigga on a gun charge
Went to jail with a nigga on a dope case
I told the girl how much I love ya, I’d die for ya, wouldn’t think twice, told me "boy go pull weight"
And when I told her ballin’ on these hoes ain’t shit to do
10 million dollars on the crib, all that for you
When you ain’t even got to ask me where I’m puttin’ my dick
Cause odds are you gon’ be with me when I’m getting seduced
You know penthouses full of your WCW’s
And St. Regis, Four Seasons, Londons, and W’s
And Rolls-Royces, Benzes, i.e. BMWs
Spend that cake if I’m in love with you hey
Hey you gon’ find it hard to get
Someone goin’ hard at TIP
But lil boy we started that
Closer where we are, and you a part of that
And apologies if you gave me your heart
And I turned around, gave you a heart attack
God damn, I’m a dog for that
Breakin’ up? Came too far for that
I keep it real though

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

RiFF RaFF – Always Up (feat. Yung Lean) (Balloween Album) letras

[Intro: Yung Lean]
Love it though

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

[Verse 1: Yung Lean]
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling I’m getting money
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Fuck you bitch, I be stunting
Neon lights up in my face
Always move to the next place
Dora on my fucking neck
Cuban link up on the Cuban
Rolling doobies acting stupid for my set
Shawty wet (splash)
Bitch I’m up next
I’m always up to something
I leave you with nothing
Guess what I feel it’s nothing
Fuckboys [?]
Heuer on my wrist
Bitches acting slick
Shawty on my dick and I love when she [moves it?]

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah top down for traitors
Flossing in Navigator
Balling like the Lakers
Kobe Bryant more paper
Hopped up freezers
Fifteen my speakers
Candy funky Four Seasons
Two beds for status
Recline in North Dallas
[?] at the purple palace
Las Vegas living lavish
I eat Versace salad

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

Lil Yachty – 1 Night lyrics

[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

[Verse]
I know you want this for life
Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ
Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice
You be calling all your homegirls like “I’m his wife”
Hell nah, you trippin’, reevaluate your life
I can’t love no bitch, every single ho is trife
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night
But I need you there
Promise that I need you there
Ain’t no other bitch gon’ fuck me like you do I swear
Put that on my gang I swear
I just can’t put you on front street like you want I know
But baby you is not no ho
And I put it on my gang I’m not no average joe
It’s Yachty from the block you know
[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

Schoolboy Q – That Part (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, switchin’ lanes, that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that part
405 with the gun off safe, that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Rich or poo nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style, nigga
Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been divin’ in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back with the top in it
Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin’ back-flips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out ’til you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still ain’t changed, that part
Me, my girl got matchin’ bling, that part
I’mma get so blowed, I’mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part
That part
That part

Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
Ain’t say shit, nigga
You was listenin’ close though
You was listenin’ to hoes though
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the ‘Go
Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go though
I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!