Diplo – Welcome To The Party lyrics

(feat. French Montana, Lil Pump & Zhavia)

(Deadpool 2 Soundtrack)

[Intro: O DJ]
One day the Tuca Colaço arrived (Yeah)
Betraying Joel every moment
But the capoeira club is already prepared
It will fill her with blows and leave all broken
You slut, you leave your family to stay with a trafficker
She knows she’s murdered with a knife. (JooJ)

[Chorus: French Montana & Zhavia Ward]
Welcome to the party (live it up)
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party, aye
Welcome to the party

[Verse: French Montana]
Step up in the party
Step up in the party hot

[Verse: Lil Pump]
…[?]
Welcome to the trap, got my grandma selling crack
I make what you make in one year just sitting down and moving packs
Make a bitch do jumping jacks, like she was an acrobat
Got these bitches looking at me crazy because I got face tats

Ty Dolla $ign – Actress (feat. R. Kelly) lyrics

[Intro]
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress

[Verse 1 : Ty Dolla $ign]
The director in this bitch, blockbuster in this bitch
Sex producer, lights, camera, action in this bitch
We all off in this bitch, and I’m all off in that ass
I’m way past the speed limit, yeah I’m driving it fast
Somethin’ out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me

[Hook : Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly]
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good

[Verse 2 : R. Kelly]
Health club in this bitch
We working out in this bitch
Crazy sex, get ignorant, that’s going dumb in this bitch
Yeah she’s a star out this flick
Give her five stars in this bitch
Shawty know the whole routine, she ain’t gotta practice this shit
Some out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me

[Hook : Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly] (2x)
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good

[Bridge]
So good, so good, she’s so good
She remind me a Holly, a Meagan Good, Angelina for sure
Julia, Keri, Gabrielle, Taraji, Sanaa and Google your mind for an actress
(Vocals)

[Outro]
– TC : Hey so you did this [?]
– Ty $ : It was alright
– French Montana : What up dawg?
– Ty $ : Wuzhanin?
[?]
[?]
– Ty $ : Talked to my bro doin’ these interludes and shit he locked up
– French Montana : Oh yeah
– Ty $ : Hey bro’ it’s French Montana
– TC : Montana!
(They all laugh)
– French Montana : Haaaan! What’s up man?
– TC : [?]
– Ty $ : Hell yeah
– French Montana : That’s wassup my nigga, hold it down nigga. Got real niggas fucking with you
– TC : [?]
– French Montana : Haaaan!
– Ty $ : [?]
– French Montana : Wassup you good?
– Ty $ : I’m chilling man [?]
– TC : So… huh
– French Montana : [?]
– Ty $ : Alright
– French Montana : [?]
– Ty $ : O-oh for sure I got you
– Ty $ : Hell yeah, hey sup bro?
– TC : Yeah
– Ty $ : How long y’all can have the phone?
– TC : Euh… we should have it untill nine o’clock
– Ty $ : Alright
– TC : Just call back
– Ty $ : [?] shit
– TC : Alright I love you
– Ty $ : Love you

[Kanye West [?] Speaks]
At midnight the genius stroke the fuck outta you
Baby girl you hit this the wrong way it choke the fuck outta you
I rap you in these sheets and smoke the fuck outta you
Hit you with this D properly and turn the clock outta you
Maybe in the morning I can get a buck outta you
If your credit is on point get a truck outta you
Do the fuck I gotta do, you a fan

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

Jeremih – Don’t Tell ‘Em Remix v.2 Lyrics

[Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go!
(Mustard on the beat ho!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh…

G-Eazy – No Limit (Remix) (feat. A$AP Rocky, Cardi B, French Montana, Juicy J & Belly)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah!

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy & French Montana]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money (Montana)
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money (G-Eazy, han!)
Ayy, yeah, fuck- skrt, skrt!

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Lighters up, steam out the roof (roof, roof)
Pipe up, spittin’ like grill need a tooth (tooth, tooth)
Turnt-Turnt up, yeah, I need Camila in the group (group, group)
Paper up, double pumpin’, big with the loot (loot, loot)
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Million cash in a safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck the cuffs are in my brace
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let’s call the boys, call a couple planes
Ring on like a mason
Pussy wet, cash long, Kyrie with the mask on
Keep a hunnit, come and get some hunnits
Fuck with me and get some money
We don’t make it disappear, David Copperfield
Drop top on the Ville like a lobster tail
Talk best box free like [?]
Talk the best bitch for a happy meal

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, in Miami partying with Puffy, ayy
She want to fuck, I told her bring her buddy, ayy
Yeah, suck a- suck a dick or something
Yeah, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained, ayy
Strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money dance, money dance, just to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
A-$-A-P
I come from the bay where the Cudi say "Yee"
Touchdown in the town, I’m as big as KD
See NBA money, plant a fucking money tree
Diamonds, crystal geyser
Big body that 488’s wider
Pulling up like along came a spider
The fourth time I put a baby inside her

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob
I break a bitch, like Chyna did Rob
Put a ho to work, like she went and got a job
Everybody hit man, welcome to the mob (Mafia!)
Pull up another whip or something, yeah a different one
Fuck up another VIP or something, I been killing ’em
Smoke another zip or something, [?]
Take another sip or some, I ain’t lit enough
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Got them guns in my wraith
Got them ones everywhere, she got them buns in my face
I got girls on the pole, like they tryna win a race
Free that nigga Tay K, I just got another case
We get drugged up, and tear the club up
You too boring for the bitch, get your funds up
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
All these diamonds in the face
Fuck around and turn that bitch to Stevie Wonder
Yeah ho!

[Bridge: Belly]
Fuck with B and get some money (Belly)
Fuck with B and get some money (It’s me)
Fuck with B and get some money
Uh

[Verse 4: Belly]
Screaming "uhhh"; Master P
Baby that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I’m still with the go-getters and the gorillas
Old paper got me dressed up like a dope dealer
Like a wholesale of money, smellin’ like a co-seller
It ain’t safe (no)
Check your bags on me, I don’t give a thang
Shoe box for my very first bank (hello)
I might pull up on your court with the tank (no limit!)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with G and get some money

G-Eazy – No Limit (Remix) (feat. A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Juicy J & Belly)

[Intro: Juicy J]
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah, hoe!
Yeah!

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy & French Montana]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money (Montana)
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money (G-Eazy, han!)
Ayy, yeah, fuck- skrt, skrt!

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Lighters up, steam out the roof (roof, roof)
Pipe up, spittin’ like grill need a tooth (tooth, tooth)
Turnt-Turnt up, yeah, I need Camila in the group (group, group)
Paper up, double pumpin’, big with the loot (loot, loot)
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Million cash in a safe
Fresh vanilla by the case
Fuck the cuffs are in my brace
Reshi is the name, CB is the game
Let’s call the boys, call a couple planes
Ring on like a mason
Pussy wet, cash long, Kyrie with the mask on
Keep a hunnit, come and get some hunnits
Fuck with me and get some money
We don’t make it disappear, David Copperfield
Drop top on the Ville like a lobster tail
Talk best box free like [?]
Talk the best bitch for a happy meal

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, in Miami partying with Puffy, ayy
She want to fuck, I told her bring her buddy, ayy
Yeah, suck a- suck a dick or something
Yeah, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained, ayy
Strippers at 11 keep me entertained
Money dance, money dance, just to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
A-$-A-P
I come from the bay where the Cudi say "Yee"
Touchdown in the town, I’m as big as KD
See NBA money, plant a fucking money tree
Diamonds, crystal geyser
Big body that 488’s wider
Pulling up like along came a spider
The fourth time I put a baby inside her

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob
I break a bitch, like Chyna did Rob
Put a ho to work, like she went and got a job
Everybody hit man, welcome to the mob (Mafia!)
Pull up another whip or something, yeah a different one
Fuck up another VIP or something, I been killing ’em
Smoke another zip or something, [?]
Take another sip or some, I ain’t lit enough
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Got them guns in my wraith
Got them ones everywhere, she got them buns in my face
I got girls on the pole, like they tryna win a race
Free that nigga Tay K, I just got another case
We get drugged up, and tear the club up
You too boring for the bitch, get your buns up
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
All these diamonds in the face
Fuck around and turn that bitch to Stevie Wonder
Yeah hoe!

[Bridge: Belly]
Fuck with B and get some money (Belly)
Fuck with B and get some money (It’s me)
Fuck with B and get some money
Uh, screaming "uhhh"

[Verse 4: Belly]
Master P
Baby that ass looking like a masterpiece
Used to open doors with a half a key
Fish scale by the whale, call it catch release
No limit to it, no limit
I’m still with the go-getters and the gorillas
Old paper got me dressed up like a dope dealer
Like a wholesale of money, smellin’ like a co-seller
It ain’t safe (no)
Check your bags on me, I don’t give a thang
Shoe box for my for my very first bank (hello)
I might pull up on your court with the tank (no limit!)

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
If I hit it one time, I’ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I’ma wife her
It ain’t safe for the black or the white girls
It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe
Tell your man pipe up, nigga, pipe up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what’d you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub

[Bridge: G-Eazy]
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Yeah, ayy, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some money
Ayy, yeah, fuck with G and get some money

RedOne – Boom Boom (feat. French Montana, Dinah Jane Hansen & Daddy Yankee)

[Daddy Yankee, French Montana & Dinah Jane:]
Baby, you here tonight
¡Dímelo mundo!
Montana, RedOne, Morocco, DY, Dinah Jane
Boom, boom, boom, boom (montana)
Mueve boom, boom, boom, boom
Sube boom, boom, boom, boom
Dame boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah

[Daddy Yankee:]
Quiero ver que te pongan
Mas prendida que una bonga
Dale movimiento a esa conga
Los millones los saco
Nos vamos de pena a Morocco
Les enseño el pajarito, y un snap
Soy el fuego que te da calor
Cura un enfermo de amor
I know your body como mine nobody
Para que pases the time of your life
Soy el fuego que te da calor
Cura un enfermo de amor
I know your body como mine nobody
Para que pases the time of your life, eh

[Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
Baby, you here tonight
Under spotlight, you’ll be alright
Turn this club, take it way high
And I promise that with me, girl
You’ll have the time of your life
¡Fuego!

[Daddy Yankee:]
¡Dímelo mundo!
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Mueve boom, boom, boom, boom
Sube boom, boom, boom, boom
Dame boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah

[French Montana & Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
Montana!
Ain’t one, two, three, four, five
Oh shit I’m going live (life)
And shorty said she’s coming with me
Boom, boom, boom, boom (french)
Let that stick and lighter drop, hot
Yeah I change a lot
Oh, me is who she came here to see
And I got too many hoes, so many, so many, hoes
And I got so many hoes, so many, so many, hoes

[Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
Baby, you here tonight (ooh)
Under spotlight, you’ll be alright
Turn this club, take it way high
And I promise that with me, girl
You’ll have the time of your life
¡Fuego!

[Daddy Yankee:]
¡Dímelo mundo!
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Mueve boom, boom, boom, boom (woah)
Sube boom, boom, boom, boom
Dame boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah

[Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
One two, three, four, five
Yeah shit it’s getting live
All night you ’bout to party with me
Baja la piel, let’s take a ride (hey!)
Yeah I’ll change your life
Oh me is who you came here to see
Dame boom, boom, boom, boom

[Daddy Yankee:]
Soy el fuego que te da calor
Cura un enfermo de amor
I know your body como mine nobody
Para que pases the time of your life
Soy el fuego que te da calor
Cura un enfermo de amor
I know your body como mine nobody
Para que pases the time of your life (ooh)

[Dinah Jane & Daddy Yankee:]
Baby, you here tonight (ooh)
Under spotlight, you’ll be alright
Turn this club, take it way high
And I promise that with me, girl
You’ll have the time of your life
¡Fuego!

[Daddy Yankee, French Montana & Dinah Jane:]
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Mueve boom, boom, boom, boom (ooh)
Sube boom, boom, boom, boom (montana)
Dame boom, boom, boom, boom yeah
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Mueve boom, boom, boom, boom (yeah)
Sube boom, boom, boom, boom (ooh)
Dame boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah

Phases – Alma feat. French Montana lyrics

Lyrics Alma – Phases

We got too drunk, we got too high
On the night we graduated
We got locked up in my bedroom
And I swear I didn’t fake it
We got too drunk, we got too high
Fell in love when we were faded
Don’t make this complicated
You were just one of my phases, oh yeahhh.

I drank all the liquor
Then you gave me yours
Then we started talking
And you kinda turned me on
Telling stupid stories
Of my history
So I guess it was my fault
That I made you think of me.

I’m sorry if I hurt you
I just don’t like you like that

We got too drunk, we got too high
On the night we graduated
Versuri-lyrics.info
We got locked up in my bedroom
And I swear I didn’t fake it
We got too drunk, we got too high
Fell in love when we were faded
Don’t make this complicated
You were just one of my phases, oh yeah.

You, you
You were just one of my phases, oh yeah. (x2)

I kept your number
Never hit delete
But when I take too much
I just think of you and me
On the kitchen counter
On the balcony
But when I get sober
You’re not the one for me.

I’m sorry if I hurt you
I just don’t like you like that
Hey, hey
You know your boy, Montana.

It was just a thang, wasn’t ’bout the fame
Other last name or a 100-carat ring, and uh
I was wasted, rocks in the bracelet
Cîroq in the case
Back to them cases, front ’em to your eyes
Nothing that make s**t
Big ‘Hypnotize,’ and uh
Spend a lifetime in one night
No the data ain’t worth one byte
Trips to the valley, palm trees; Cali
For the freaks, I’m a sinner
South beach winters, and I
I don’t like you like that
And I know you ain’t like that
But I know we just met.

We got too drunk, we got too high
On the night we graduated
We got locked up in my bedroom
And I swear I didn’t fake it
We got too drunk, we got too high
Fell in love when we were faded
Don’t make this complicated
You were just one of my phases, oh yeah.

You, you
You were just one of my phases, oh yeahhh. (x4)
Alma lyrics
Video Alma

Hurtin me – Stefflon Don feat. French Montana lyrics

Lyrics Stefflon Don – Hurtin me

Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I make you beg for it
I make you beg for it
Breakfast in bed darling
I got your bed falling
I made mistakes, you done me wrong
But now you leave me calling(hurtin me)

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

Tears down my face fallin’
I’m in the place bawlin’
If I ever find her, find her, find her
I’m sendin’ shots, I’m sendin’ shots
I don’t know why you stallin’
Can you give me signs, can you please call me?
Baby, you rewinding it all on me
Baby, give me time, beg you love, love me.

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me (Montana)
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

What you know about goin’ out, big jet, big check
Don’t care, die for my respect
Life, we gon’ live it up
Neck, we don’t give it up
Dice, get, get ’em, girl, gon’ bet it up
Grind and invest it versuri-lyrics.info
Invest like the main role not the ex s**t
X-rate movies like Netflix
Never domestic, watchin’ her necklace
Young and restless, you know who the best is
Three-quarter, Gucci Mane with the fur shoe
I got a girl, and my girl got a girl too
Hit me with the fab like put it in the bag
Pull up on my new ting, like I knew she mad.

I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’ me
I heard you got a new girlfriend
And it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’
Yeah, it’s hurtin’ me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Me, me, me, me, me.

And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who cares?
And I cry, I cry, even my eye cry
But who cares?
Who caresss?
Stefflon Don lyrics
Video me

Mally Mall – Where You At (feat. French Montana, 2 Chainz & Iamsu!)

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Rock star, Pink Floyd every night
Get the Floyd money, nigga every night
24k gold on me every night
Blow European toy money every night (skrt)
Blow a mil and I make it back
Catch me in the drop top, ceilin’ back
Niggas throw shots, know we hit ’em back
At the top where we sittin’ at
Me and Mall back to back Wraith
Tell your bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I’m tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked up, gon’ climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 2: IAmSu!]
A heartbreaking gangster
Paid for mobster
I promise to never take her for steak and lobster
Baby I’m a player, gotta take precaution
I take dates with options on a flight to Boston
And every flight first class
Hit JR, get a front pass
And at the top it’s just us now
Mally plugged me on the Rollie, it’s a bust down (clean)
In the Ritz like anywhere I touch down
Hoes used to diss us and they tryna fuck now
She in love with the high, not the come down
Party out in Vegas, let me take you to the compound
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts now
It’s flood Uzi and every bar is like (?)
And the smoke got my eyes on kung-pao
Did it for the Bay, got the world goin’ dumb now

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

French Montana – Chinx & Max Paid For (feat. Max B & Chinx) (MC4 Album) letras

Part 1 – Chinx & Max

[Intro: Chinx]
That’s my nigga man, that’s my bro
I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Soon as you came home, took you on tour
Leave the streets, do whatever for you lil boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin’ in a rush
Now worse when you love somethin’ death can touch
Sometimes life hurt more than death homie
Locked up Max, took Chinx, I’m last one left homie
Told you Stack – died, did, done, lived that
You looked at me and laughed, you ain’t care
I remember we recorded I’m a Coke Boy
You lit the city up, I told you get that dough boy
I mean we both from the bottom with the same dreams
Why I felt the same rush when you copped your first V
Starin’ at my phone waitin’ for your phone call
I see your face every time I see your lil boy
Life pleasant, death peaceful
Transition
That’s the trouble some comin’ where I’m comin’ from
Why blood bleed memories nobody steals
Death leave heart ache, nobody heals
In my own zone drinkin’ till I’m feelin’ woozy
Knowin’ I’ma die, remind me there ain’t nothin’ to lose

[Interlude: Max B]
It’s some real shit right here, yeah. I feel like he feels as far as far as not being able to have your nigga there, me, Chinx and shit. Always know this B, you’re blessed. You know I’m sayin’? And all you gotta do when you feel like that, look at my situation, you know I’m sayin’? Think of my situation nigga

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Damn how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn
Gave my nigga seven-five, damn
They tried to kill my dog alive
Wavy, it’s a law fightin’ for your life
We live like it no tomorrow, I pray for you at night
Time flyin’, it’s been 7 years
While time flies fake friends disappear
Fast money, fast cars, lived it to the most
Penthouse, Zach, Chinx, Max, nobody close
Told you focus on the money, fuck the problems
But once you hit the Henny, you the wildest
Remember when you finger popped the jon, found a condom in her?
And you still hit her?
You crazy
They thought I was done when they locked you up
Haha, turn the city up
Tried to bury us but didn’t know we were seeds
International superstars overseas
Despite all our obstacles, against all odds
Keep your eyes on the prize and your faith on God
Every week talk to your mother
I see your baby boy gettin’ older
Until you get the appeal we gon’ fight homie
Spit that Coke Wave Boys for life homie
Montana

[Outro: Max B’s mother + (French Montana)]
(Just say a prayer for us, you ready ma?)

Oh father God we come to you right now. To bring Karim, aka French Montana, and Charlie aka Max B. Bring them both to the altar, lord God, I give this to you. I give this to you, look (?), to keep him safe as I know that you do each and every day lord God. We ask you to give them wisdom, to use in a good way, lord God that will help them in their future — concernin’ their children, their children’s mothers, for their children are the future and their children’s children are the future future

So father God, we ask you lord God to anoint their music, anoint their thoughts, their dreams, their aspirations, oh God. And to speak to them always oh God as we know that you do but let them know lord God that when you’re speaking to them that you already spoke to them and that you always speak to them. It’s just a matter of them listening. So father God we ask to carry them through both separate situations under two different circumstances, lord God

And we ask you in your son’s name lord God to allow them to apply whatever it is they need to apply in their life, lord God, to make it better for them. And better for the music world, lord God. In this we say, we pray, amen

(Thank you ma, hold on for a second ma)
You like that one?
(Yeah I loved that one ma)
I want to say one more thing

______________________________________________

Part 2 – Paid For

[Intro]
Max, Chinx
Think about the times
Think about you some times
Think about the dimes
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Know sometimes I’m goin’ under

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 1: Max B]
Ayo, spark them phony fucks from deep
I’ma put them fucks to sleep
Quarter million in my jeans
These bitches praise my dick
Penthouse, he in that six (oww)
We in this bitch
They raided on my cuh
They takin’ all my bucks
They be rapin’ all my sluts (oww)
Ayo, Maxie don’t like him
They got me all tightenin’
Even papi got that 10
Yeah I hit you niggas with that shotty pump
Leave you on that potty slump
Shittin’ on yourself
I put them bitches in the ground
I flip them with the pound
I’m empty, I need another round

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 2: Chinx]
Look these niggas wishin’ on a fallen star
Double park the Vanquish and hop into a different car
We spend money like a whirlwind
Chinx Drugz don’t crack, smack a nigga heroin
Your girl went down and never came up
These niggas need to hang up
Three Jewish lawyers on retainer
These liars never tell the same story twice
Been a sucker all your life
Yellow gold stones dancin’ off the lights
Fuck your life
These niggas ass bent with life
Don’t touch the dice
Never felt the fire till you touched it twice
What’s the price?
Kush burnin’, cruise control
Everyday’s a big game for me like the Superbowl

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Bridge: French Montana & Max B]
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Uh, thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even sleep
Man thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even speak
All the confusion had me in the Mosque Friday night
Tryna find a peace of mind but couldn’t find a piece of mine
Moral to the story, the story got no morals
Cause the real gon’ struggle while the suckers get the glory
It’s a new day, she trippin’ off a D’usse
Try and hit me with the lemonade when I met her drinkin’ Kool-Aid
Tryna be rich and famous
Showin’ up to court twistin’ fingers
If rap was a sport, we was ringers
Gotta lose it all just to make it
God giveth, God taketh, strip you naked
Shake the devil, get the cake

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
(Fraud you a motherfucker)
Wanna see you smile
(Max)
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
(Chinx)
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Outro: French Montana]
Oww, thinkin’ bout the time
(Miss you my nigga)
I think about you sometimes
(CB for life)
Ow, thinkin’ bout the time
(Wave god, MC4, Zach)
I think about the time
Think about you sometimes
(La musica di Harry Fraud)
I think about dyin’
Haanh!