Lil B – Net Worth lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ayy first off you feel me. It’s your boy Lil B in the house. I wanna give a shout out to the Midwest. Hey Detroit what’s good if you got your buffs on, what it do? You know what I’m sayin’. Ayy man Chicago, the whole motherfuckin’ world. What’s good?

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth

[Verse 1]
Bitch nigga ask me bout my net worth
You already know I make that check work
You already know I make that bank twerk
Running up that check now my back hurt
Niggas playing games want that fucking check
100 grand show nigga and I ain’t playing
This that Stevie Wonder nigga, a little richer
BasedGod on the beat now we getting richer

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth?

[Verse 2]
All my Detroit niggas run that check up
All my West Coast niggas fuck that bag up
All my down south niggas run that check up
All my East Coast niggas man we next up
All my Minnesota niggas run that check up
All my Kansas City niggas run that bag up
All my Ohio niggas run that check up
All my Las Vegas niggas run that bag up
I’m still getting money with my Reno niggas
And I’m still getting money with my Tahoe bitches
Shout out Hayward in Castro Valley
[?] Valley
[?] my niggas straight
Run the game [?] the whole Bay
Sacramento run that bag up
And my Albany niggas run that check up

[Chorus]
Ayy ayy ayy, what’s your net worth?
Hu, hu? what’s your net worth

Post Malone – Hit This Hard lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I never thought that it would hit this hard
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I never thought that it would hit this hard

[Verse 1]
Don’t do that, I tell you so
Don’t overdose, like no, no, no
Oh my God, what have you become?
The traces of you, no, I can’t see them
What have you become? What have you turned to?
What have you taken? Like someone hurt you
You drink that mixture, that shit gon’ hit you
No, I can’t fix you, no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
Oooh, yeah
I ran through, yeah
I feel a change in the air tonight
I saw myself in a different light
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I never thought that it would hit this hard
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I never thought that it would hit this hard

[Chorus]
I just keep running and running and running around
I never thought that it would hit this hard
The feeling is different instead when you wake on the ground
I never thought that it would hit this hard
I don’t know who I was in and I don’t know anymore
I never thought that it would hit this hard
In the city, we sinning, we don’t ever want to come down
I never thought that it would hit this hard

[Verse 2]
Me and J take over and we way up
Now high above the city of angels
Smoke a boge in the sky, pass the fuego
I already dropped something in the Faygo
Only came to the club ’cause they paid us
Take this shit and lemme see what you made of
No sleep, little mama, we gon’ stay up
Vampires on a night in Las Vegas

[Pre-Chorus]
Oooh, yeah
I ran through, yeah
I feel a change in the air tonight
I saw myself in a different light
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I never thought that it would hit this hard
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I never thought that it would hit this hard

[Chorus]
I just keep running and running and running around
I never thought that it would hit this hard
The feeling is different instead when you wake on the ground
I never thought that it would hit this hard
I don’t know who I was in and I don’t know anymore
I never thought that it would hit this hard
In the city, we sinning, we don’t ever want to come down
I never thought that it would hit this hard
I just keep running and running and running around
I never thought that it would hit this hard
The feeling is different instead when you wake on the ground
I never thought that it would hit this hard
I don’t know who I was in and I don’t know anymore
I never thought that it would hit this hard
In the city, we sinning, we don’t ever want to come down
I never thought that it would hit this hard

Nipsey Hussle – Grinding All My Life / Stucc In The Grind

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 1]
Look, I’m married to this game, that’s who I made my wife
Said I’ll die alone, I told that bitch she prolly right
One thing that’s for sure, not a stranger to this life
Got a safe that’s full of Franklins and a shoulder full of stripes
I don’t know a nigga like myself
I say self made, meanin’ I designed myself
County jail failed, you can pull my file yourself
Bar raised, swallow rocks, I’m gettin’ high myself
Damn right, I like the life I built
I’m from west side, 60, shit, I might got killed
Standin’ so tall, they think I might got stilts
Legendary baller, like Mike, like Wilt
’96 Impala thug, life on wheels
Up against the walls, squabble at Fox Hills
Like a motherfuckin’ boss, ask me how I feel
Successful street nigga touchin’ his first mil

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 2]
Look, I got everythin’ I said I was gon’ get on my kid
In addition to that fact, I went legit on that shit
Now accordin’ to the way that I’m positioned in this biz
It look like I’m just gon’ keep on gettin’ rich
I know that west side, RSC’s is us
LAPD on my dick, I’ma squeeze and bust
If a rap nigga dead, switch cheese and bust
All this rap money, nigga, look I need too much
Money, loyalty and love, in the dream we trust
You be switchin’ up the players on your team too much
Tiny copy, that’s my loc, yo supreme, what up
And we travel round the world gettin’ cream and what
Ain’t you get off on whoever hustle, seem to rush
Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creep them punks
After all that lookin’ tough, all he see was stumps
50 Cent and Mayweather flee the scene with us, true story

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

Nipsey Hussle – Grindin All My Life

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 1]
Look, I’m married to this game, that’s who I made my wife
Said I’ll die alone, I told that bitch she prolly right
One thing that’s for sure, not a stranger to this life
Got a safe that’s full of Franklins and a shoulder full of stripes
I don’t know a nigga like myself
I say self made, meanin’ I designed myself
County jail failed, you can pull my file yourself
Bar raised, swallow rocks, I’m gettin’ high myself
Damn right, I like the life I built
I’m from west side, 60, shit, I might got killed
Standin’ so tall, they think I might got stilts
Legendary baller, like Mike, like Wilt
’96 Impala thug, life on wheels
Up against the walls, squabble at Fox Hills
Like a motherfuckin’ boss, ask me how I feel
Successful street nigga touchin’ his first mil

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 2]
Look, I got everythin’ I said I was gon’ get on my kid
In addition to that fact, I went legit on that shit
Now accordin’ to the way that I’m positioned in this biz
It look like I’m just gon’ keep on gettin’ rich
I know that west side, RSC’s is us
LAPD on my dick, I’ma squeeze and bust
If a rap nigga dead, switch cheese and bust
All this rap money, nigga, look I need too much
Money, loyalty and love, in the dream we trust
You be switchin’ up the players on your team too much
Tiny copy, that’s my loc, yo supreme, what up
And we travel round the world gettin’ cream and what
Ain’t you get off on whoever hustle, seem to rush
Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creep them punks
After all that lookin’ tough, all he see was stumps
50 Cent and Mayweather flee the scene with us, true story

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

Nipsey Hussle – Grindin

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 1]
Look, I’m married to this game, that’s who I made my wife
Said I’ll die alone, I told that bitch she prolly right
One thing that’s for sure, not a stranger to this life
Got a safe that’s full of Franklins and a shoulder full of stripes
I don’t know a nigga like myself
I say self made, meanin’ I designed myself
County jail failed, you can pull my file yourself
Bar raised, swallow rocks, I’m gettin’ high myself
Damn right, I like the life I built
I’m from west side, 60, shit, I might got killed
Standin’ so tall, they think I might got stilts
Legendary baller, like Mike, like Wilt
’96 Impala thug, life on wheels
Up against the walls, squabble at Fox Hills
Like a motherfuckin’ boss, ask me how I feel
Successful street nigga touchin’ his first mil

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

[Verse 2]
Look, I got everythin’ I said I was gon’ get on my kid
In addition to that fact, I’m well legit on that shit
Now accordin’ to the way that I’m positioned in this biz
It look like I’m just gon’ keep on gettin’ rich
I know that west side, RSC’s is us
LAPD on my dick, I’ma squeeze and bust
If a rap nigga dead, switch cheese and bust
All this rap money, nigga, look I need too much
Loyalty, money, love, in the dream we trust
You be switchin’ up the players on your team too much
Tiny copy, that’s my loc, yo supreme, what up
And we travel round the world gettin’ cream and what
Ain’t you get off on whoever hustle, seem to rush
Las Vegas, strip pop, yeah, you creep them punks
After all that lookin’ tough, all he see was stumps
50 Cent and Mayweather flee the scene with us, true story

[Hook]
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life
All my life, been grindin’ all my life
Sacrificed, hustled, paid the price
Want a slice, I could roll the dice
That’s why, all my life, I been grindin’ all my life

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

Soulja Boy – Rockstar letras

[Intro]
Rich Gang nigga, rich gang in our bag nigga
Ay man, Rich Gang in the fuckin’ buildin’
London On Da motherfuckin’ Track
Soulja!
Yeah, I’ma just pour up the four
All of my niggas on go
Choppers underneath the floor
Strapped everywhere we go
We get money on the road

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
[Verse 1]
Rock star status
Come in it be swaggin’
Came in he be dabbin’
I’m dressed in the latest fashion
Pull up in a Bentley truck and it cost a millie
I just bought a Wraith, I got stars in the ceilin’
I’m cookin’ the crack
I’m servin’ that pack
London On Da Track
Stand in the trap
I make it right back
Broke nigga back back
In the penthouse pour up a four
Mansion came with the marble floor
Choppers, they underneath the flow
Fuck with Lil Soulja, the choppers gon’ blow
10 pints of the Hi-Tech
20 pints of the Actavis
100,000 Xans
I just took a trip over to France
Young nigga gettin’ money and I know they see it
I done prayed to God, this shit turned me to a demon

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar

[Verse 2]
Smokin’ on dope like the Haitians
Can’t fuck with the bitch if she basic
Pull up right on you, just see your location
Rollin’ up Backwoods and (?) on Vegas
I get the money, I don’t have no patience
Hop on the jet and I go to Las Vegas
Whippin’ my wrist, man a young nigga famous
.223 bullets, I’m grippin’ the stainless
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah I need two cups
Rockstar, rockstar, yeah and I’m piped up
Walk up in the club and I got 10 bad bitch
Make it rain in this bitch
Make it splash in this bitch
I just hit the cash
Trap nigga all about cash
Maserati do the dash
Runnin’ my check up so fast
Every chance that I get
When I get the money, I’ma shit on they ass
I’ma trap star, rap star, rock star, in love with the cash

[Hook]
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
All I need is the guitar
I’ma go pour me a cup
I’ma go pop me a bar