Tee Grizzley – Connect lyrics

(Intro)
Take off (take off)
I’m in London, got my beat from London

(Verse 1)
Run up a check on them niggas, I got ’em bitter off that
They give me nothin’ but they still be feelin’ that I should be givin’ them that (I don’t owe no nigga)
When I come back off the road I take a victory lap (victory lap)
Just can’t do no dumb shit with none of these fuck niggas, ain’t get that victory back
Turn up, trap house with the space heater, I was just sittin’ in that (I was just sittin’ in that)
Big MAC with 50 shots, you playin’, I’m givin’ you that
I ain’t got a way to it, y’all side, I got in the building with that (got in the building with that)
Rob me and I wanna see blood, there ain’t no givin’ it back (tell him run up on me then)
Niggas watched me run around broke, it ain’t no feeling like that (ain’t no feeling like that)
Press ’em up off a 3 minute rap, JB, how they feel about that? (on the first day out)
Girl I wanna fuck you in this Wraith, tell me how you feel about that (how you feel about that?)
After this, I’m ignorin’ your texts, bitch, you got a nigga for that

(Pre-Chorus)
My stomach was touchin’ my back (it was)
I was in my feelings ’bout that (I was)
Remember my freedom got snatched? (it did)
I was in my feelings ’bout that (I was)
But I ain’t get hit with no net (I didn’t)
They in their feelings ’bout that (they is)
These niggas got overlapped (they did)
They in their feelings ’bout that (they is)

(Chorus)
But I got a Cali’ connect (I got a Cali’ connect)
In case I don’t make it in rap (in case I don’t make it in rap)
I gotta chase this connect (gotta chase this connect)
They ain’t gon’ run out of Act’ (They ain’t gon’ run out of Act’)
I got a Miami connect (I got a Miami connect)
My Haitian will throw you a bag (Haitian throw you a bag)
I got a Atlanta connect (I got a Atlanta connect)
They gon’ pull up with them straps (pull up with them)

(Verse 2)
Shout-out to my nigga Yachty, he put the bear on the boat (one-hunnid)
That bitch say she got a nigga, I can take care of you both (for real)
My people say, and I quote, “Boy, you will never get on.” (fuck ’em)
Now all their faces so long, my free CD damn near went gold (went gold)
Tell the promoter just come with a dub, and I’ma come pack out the place (it’s lit)
Don’t talk ’bout the business, call up beforehand, my nigga, they gon’ get you straight
And you gotta say half while we on the phone, or we can’t lock in today
You try to take up for that nigga’s beef, you gon’ get dropped in his place (you gon’ get killed)

(Bridge)
And I got a plug in Virginia, in case I don’t make it with lyrics (In case I don’t make it with lyrics)
Give a fuck if this your city, I’ll put niggas on spirit (I’ll put niggas on spirit)
When they get hear it, you wick it, I just met Gotti in Memphis
I only fuck with the streets, can’t relate to these industry niggas

(Pre-Chorus)
My stomach was touchin’ my back (it was)
I was in my feelings ’bout that (I was)
Remember my freedom got snatched? (it did)
I was in my feelings ’bout that (I was)
But I ain’t get hit with no net (I didn’t)
They in their feelings ’bout that (they is)
These niggas got overlapped (they did)
They in their feelings ’bout that (they is)

(Chorus)
But I got a Cali’ connect (I got a Cali’ connect)
In case I don’t make it in rap (in case I don’t make it in rap)
I got a Texas connect (I got a Texas connect)
They ain’t gon’ run out of Act’ (They ain’t gon’ run out of Act’)
I got a Miami connect (I got a Miami connect)
My Haitian will throw you a bag (Haitian will throw you a bag)
I got a Atlanta connect (got a Atlanta connect)
They gon’ pull up with them straps (pull up with them)

(Bridge)
And I got a plug in Virginia, in case I don’t make it with lyrics
Give a fuck if this your city, I’ll put niggas on spirit
When they get hear it, you wick it, I just met Gotti in Memphis
I only fuck with the streets, can’t relate to these industry niggas

Playboi Carti – Top Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

Playboi Carti – Home (KOD) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

Playboi Carti – Top (feat. Pi’erre Bourne) lyrics

[Intro:Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse 1]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
[?] In bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going land outside
Lil hoe [?]
I ain’t going land outside
Lil hoe [?]

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

Enrique Iglesias – MOVE TO MIAMI (feat. Pitbull) lyrics

[Verse 1: Enrique Iglesias]
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy)
Her body got me tipsy
I should take a step back, fall back
This girl got me feelin’ risky
She ready for the taking
And I got the motivation (yeah!)
‘Cause when you see her dance there’s a chance
You might not come home from vacation

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull, Enrique Iglesias]
And if you look, you’ll fall in love
She got that ass, she make it clap
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Chorus: Enrique Iglesias]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah, yeah!
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Verse 2: Enrique Iglesias]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, we gon’ party
Freakin’ every weekend, baby, we just getting started (wuh!)
Y síguete moviendo que todos te están viendo
Damn, you got me, girl, that body’s built like a Bugatti (skrt, skrt, skrt)

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull, Enrique Iglesias]
And if you look, you’ll fall in love (fall in love)
She got that ass, she make it clap (make it clap)
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked (now you hooked)
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Chorus: Enrique Iglesias, Pitbull]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah, yeah!
(Yeah)
Wuuuh, uh!
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
What happens in Miami, never happened
She said “No hands”, booty still clapping
She wanna be Eve, baby, here’s an apple (haha)
Welcome to the booty shakin’ capital
M.I.A
Where the mamis off the chain (heh)
Where the mamis get loose (heh)
Where the mamis don’t play (heh)
Where their body’s like “Boom!” (heh)
Where their booty’s like “Bang!” (heh, heh)
Ya tú sabe’, man

[Chorus: Enrique Iglesias, Pitbull]
She gon’ make you (wuuuh!)
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah, yeah!
(Yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah, yeah!
(Uh, yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you move to Miami (to Miami, move to Miami)

Enrique Iglesias & Pitbull – Move To Miami

[Enrique Iglesias:]
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy)
Her body got me tipsy
I should take a step back, fall back
This girl got me feelin’ risky
She ready for the taking
And I got the motivation (yeah!)
‘Cause when you see her dance there’s a chance
You might not come home from vacation

[Pitbull, Enrique:]
And if you look you’ll fall in love
She got that ass, she make it clap
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Hook: Enrique]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah!
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Enrique:]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, we gon’ party
Freakin’ every weekend, baby, we just getting started
Y síguete moviento que todo’ te ‘tán viendo
Damn, you got me, girl, that body’s built like a Bugatti

[Pitbull, Enrique:]
And if you look you’ll fall in love (fall in love)
She got that ass, she make it clap (make it clap)
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked (now you hooked)
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Hook: Enrique]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah!
(Yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Pitbull:]
What happens in Miami, never happened
She said “No hands”, booty still clapping
She wanna be Eve, baby, here’s an apple
Welcome to the booty shakin’ capital
M I A!
Where the mamis off the chain
Where the mamis get loose
Where the mamis don’t play
Where their body’s like “Boom!”
Where their booty’s like “Bang!”
Ya tú sabe’, man

[Enrique, Pitbull:]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah!
(Yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah!
(Uh, yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami

She gon’ make you move to Miami

Bebe Rexha – No Broken Hearts (feat. Nicki Minaj) lyrics

[Intro: Bebe Rexha + Nicki Minaj]
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
(This is a star studded collaboration)
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
I’m Nicki Minaj, that’s Bebe, let’s go

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
We going straight to Miami
Hop on a plane don’t need no plans
Shining so hard like a Grammy
Forget all the players what they did
We gonna be buying the drinks, we gonna be buying the drinks
Line up the bottles, line up the models, we gonna forget everything

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel a thing, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha]
We gonna do it real biggie
Sky is the limit in this town
We taking over the city
We too high to bring us down
We gonna do what we do, we gonna do what we do
Three in the morning, four in the morning, meet you for eggs in the morning

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel the shame, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Ay yo Bebe, anybody hatin’ need a pee pee
Sip a little Myx, pop pills till I’m sleepy
I’m the one that bust it open out in Waikiki
Pull up in the Ghost, I’m creepy
They don’t want beef, we proved it
Niggas better keep it on wax like a Q-tip
Keep his dick wetter than the cruise ship
Flower than a tulip, flyer than your new bitch
I do’s it, yup I’m up two zip
Girls is my sons, I’m giving them milf teas
They be sweatin’ me, headbands and gym tees
Like bad knees on Dirk Nowitzki’s, it is going down like M. Lewinsky’s
Wrist freeze yep my wrist on pink skis
Ring finger be shitting on my pinky’s
Make em mad, aww man I got them hating bad
Blood clot money green like Jamaican flags

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

Marti Webb – I Love New York lyrics

“I love New York”
“I love New York”
“I love New York”
Four words you see
On coffee cups, on shirts and hats
On lollipops and baseball bats
On pens, on walls
On skates and cars
In libraries and singles bars
On badges, flags, tattooed on skin
Oh, New York, I’ve never been so lonely
Loneliness must be the worst feeling of all

How many times can you walk 56th Street?
Drives you mad
Worst time I’ve had
How many times can you look at tall buildings?
Tall is tall, and that is all
Don’t see the harm it’ll do
He seems such a nice man
And anything’s better than watching those game shows
Or TV commercials that sell you Miami all night
Must be right

It’s not the end of the world if he’s married
Making do is nothing new
It’s not the end of the world
It’s just starting
Half of one is better than none
It’s not the end of the world
No, it’s not
If it’s the end of the world
Well, so what?

Yemi Alade – Bum Bum

Ewo, Ewo
One for the party,
Two for the, two for the money

Three for the, three for the honey
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
Eh, say me I like to party
With Rashida and Nancy
See me, see me why me
Hold on not talking in bottles
Eh, eh say I like to party
With Shakira and Beyoncé for Miami
Eh, eh, eh I like to chill oh
Chilling with [?]
Go down when the music come up,
We dey turn up like say we are
Turn up when the come up, we are dadadidiri oh eh
One for the party
Two for the Shawty,
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Eh, eh me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Wey dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up eh
See me whine, see me digbi low
See me dance to reggae and calypso
At all, at all na im bad oh
Follow me one day you go enjoy oh
Alhaja spray your money, make all the girls them worry
Oh baby make we jolly, today, today I naughty
Go down when the music come up
We dey turn up like say we are [?]
Turn up when the music come up,
We are dadadidiri oh eh
One for the party
Two for the Shawty,
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
Mmmm, see I like the way you looking at me
Abeg look with [?]
Go down, swah
Go down to the rhythm and the bass
Oh Jor, eh Jor, oh jor, jor, jor, jor, jor
One for the party,
Two for the, two for the money
Three for the, three for the honey
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
One for the money,
Two for the, two for the money
Three for the, three for the shawty
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
Eh, eh me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Yemi Alade
Yemi Alade
Efizzy Baby

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the [?]
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Flo Rida – Dancer

[Verse 1]
Baby girl, used ride on the metro
Had a dream of diamonds and stilettos
First class in Miami from the West Coast
Never wanted to be homecoming queen
Not just another girl in the strip club
Working hard, not a dollar’s gonna miss her
Big, big bags, I’m gonna tip her
Making sure she’s gonna come home with me

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a

[Verse 2]
It’s 3AM and we’re only getting started
In the cab on the way to your apartment
Tonight you made the killing cause you’re gorgeous
Yeah, we’re gonna have a hell of a time
Blew hunneds everywhere like a cartoon
Ooh baby, I can’t take my eyes off you
Give it to me like yo mamma never taught you
I’ll make it rain for the rest of your life

[Pre-Chorus]
One money, two honey
How much can I throw?
And for her I can’t say no
Oh, I won’t let go

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

[Bridge]
Nothing gets me going like when she put on a show
Ain’t ashamed to say it, I’ll let everybody know
You don’t have to say no words, you let your body speak
Baby I don’t care, no I don’t care

[Chorus]
I fell in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
Throwing all this cake, ooh
It’s your birthday girl, I like that there
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a dancer, dancer
In the champagne room until the sun comes up, oh my god
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with a…

Rich Homie Quan – Changed

[Intro]
If you ever thought I was going broke
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
Fuck you then

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 1]
We ’bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I’m insane
But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
In the trap, got off a whole thang
I flushed it all when them folks came
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 2]
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I wanted money just like Kinte
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch
My only mission is to get paid
Lock that money in a big safe
Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Tinashe – No Drama (feat. Offset)

[Verse 1: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
Said I’m falling off but they won’t JFK me
Tried to be myself but they won’t AKA me
AKA a popstar AKA a problem
AKA don’t hold me back, I swear I got ’em
We pulled up in Gucci, dripped down in Gabbana
Bad as a wanna, only chasing gunnas
I need me a side thing, hold the drama
I need me a soldier he gon’ hold the line up

[Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma
Don’t want no drama-ma
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma (Don’t want no drama-ma)

[Verse 2: Tinashe]
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
All black truck hanging out the roof
Mobbing through the hills pulled up with my crew
I can’t cop the coup don’t do shit for two
I got way too many people all my niggas equal
If my life was like a movie I’d need 50 sequels
I need 60 bad bitches actin’ like they single
Yelling you can’t sit with us, throwing up middle fingers

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset, double R phantom
She like the way I’m dripping organic
Got on my wrist the titanic
Car ride on this shit like a banger
Get high on the perky and Xanax
From the bottom of trip to Miami
When the chopper start kicking is damaged
Got patek on her wrist and her panties
Ain’t no drama
In the back of my maybach
Yeah, iced out summers
Invite your main bitch to a slumber
My money don’t [?]
Fat ass with a flat stomach
We’ll get [?] cross the whole hundred
The coupe fast doing two hundred

[Chorus: Tinashe & Offset]
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama)
We pulled up in that ooh la la (Ooh la la)
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
Don’t want no drama-ma (I don’t want no drama, no)
We pulled up in that ooh la la
And backed out in that oh my god (Oh my god, oh my god)
Don’t want no drama-ma

[Outro: Tinashe]
Don’t want no
Don’t want no drama-ma
Yeah, no, no, no
Don’t need no, don’t want no, don’t want no

Cdot Honcho – So Long

I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

Future & Young Thug – All Da Smoke

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my gear
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds dark brown like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have shit (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fish, porque I got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

Shy Glizzy – Get It Again Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drake – Club Paradise

[Verse 1:]
They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new
I say, "damn really? even Rosemary? even Leanne Seely? "
They said, "fuckin right, they were the 1st to go
It’s nothing personal
It’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though,
They was saving up
New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with,
I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
They might’ve loved you before
But you’re out here doing your thing
They don’t know you… "
Sure they do they’re just not as sincere
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "why you even give a fuck you not even here"
Well out there there ain’t nothing for me, and I think I need to come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 2:]
I be with my nigga chubbs
He in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss
Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit
A couple of artists got words for me, that’s never fun
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change,
By a nigga named tip when my deal came
Told me it’s all good, even when it feels strange
Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names
Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand
How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth
How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it?
And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yea, just lie to my ears,
Tell me it feel the same, it’s all I’ve been dying to hear
Lights get low, and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever,
That’s why I gotta come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 3:]
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she stopped checking up on women I can’t stand
‘Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names, that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "wat up doe"
I used to brag about it to my friends, and now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that’s all they do, is just pretend, damn
But I bought it though, I believed it
Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it
Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love!
‘Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this will be the year that I won’t even feel shit
They trip about the amount of people I brought along
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids
I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live
I told ’em we bout to get it, and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Outro: Bob Marley]

Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes that’s the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to ’em like

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I’m smootha
I’m slick Pit ruler, let a slip d*ck through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil’s hot but I’m hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they say, a whole lotta nada
Me I’m building schools, from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin’ a fool
Where the water so clear, b**ch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what, who’s f**king you
That would be me, P-I-T

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pushin’ a mainly line, travel the planet solid as granite
Tax a b**ch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin’ money, wearin’ a hoodie when it’s sunny
Huddled up in a circle, smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Ya b**ch chose me, she said you’re boring
I put a b**ch on restriction, make her sit on the porch
Won’t let her in ’till tomorrow, until the next morning, Mayne
It’s true that I’m chasing time can’t be wastin’ or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Outro: Pitbull]
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)

Meek Mill – Fall Thru

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Bridge]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Drake – The Language

I don’t know why they been lying but yo shit is not that inspiring
Bank account statements just look like I’m ready for early retirement
Fuck any nigga that’s talkin’ that shit just to get a reaction
Fuck going platinum, I looked at my wrist and it’s already platinum
I am the kid with the motor mouth
I am the one that you should worry about
I don’t know who you’re referring to, who is this nigga you heard about?
Someone just talking that bullshit, someone just gave you the run-around
Niggas downplaying the money but that’s what you do when the money down
I don’t waste time putting money down
I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash
Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour and you gotta fly in first class
This has been years in the making, it’s all for the city
You know I come right every summer, Cash Money Records forever
I’m always big timing, bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

I’m about to roll one and light it and fuck it man, no one’s invited
I got to kill off the weak shit that’s got all you niggas excited
I can’t even listen, you whylin’, I’d much rather sit here in silence
I send all my money to banks in the islands and eat with Italians, I do
People are funny you don’t even know about the shit that I been through
I just want some head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple
Talking that shit with your back to me, just know it always get back to me
Come get your girl, she been here for three days and she way too attached to me
Hate when they get too attached to me
I got to get on the bus and get back on the road
Get what I can out the country and then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold
Can’t even drive with the top off
Been workin’ so hard on the album I missed the whole summer
I just might bring in some girls from Miami
To heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna, you know it

Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that but oh well
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"
Okay, now you’re talking my language now you’re talking my language
Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language
Been ready, it’s real, I don’t know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck, I said "Girl, that’s all that we do"

Famous and gangstas
You understand me?
Showtime, headlines
Big time, sunshine, tote nines
Bust mines, flatline, hard grind
High life, stay fly it’s jet time
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, every time you see a nigga
Stunt nigga, swag on head to feet nigga
Stunt nigga,
I might just bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city and that’s word to Stunna you know it

2 Chainz – 4AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

Kidz In The Hall – Dear Eastside

[Hook] [Naledge]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse One: Naledge]
It’s like
Easy does it
This here be a doosie
My verbal treat a Double O snare like a floosy
Slide inside, then on to the next one
Spit that futuristic shit, George Jetson
Ultimate Fighter, ultimate writer
Stadium flow is made for cigarette lighters
Behind mics my live punch light
I’m Kimbo Slice
Invoke nice
Second to none
Bump gums like the set of Nick Teen
Nick Green with a sweeter sixteen and
Little Aaron Reed on MTV
Caviar in the form of an MP3
Made in conjunction with the real
Hand delivered down from Heaven underneath
Mr. Jabari Evans and

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From ATL to uh, VA and uh
Berlin to uh, Dub A and uh
Seattle to the H town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse Two: Phonte]
It’s Phon’
Tiggalo the show stopper
You and your crew look so opera
While I’m in Osaka
Lettin’ the beats bang till I’m hard of hearing
Make the ear-ring just like some door knockers
I always got to do my job and stay on top of my
It wasn’t written little nigga, it was prophesied
In ’03 I dropped The Listening and
It took me from Paris to New York to Michigan and
Niggas thought that we would get dropped
But I just made a pit stop
Re-tire like the Michelin Man
Now I’m back on the track like Ricky Bobby and I
Piss excellence, to step to this you outta your mind
Me and Naledge the team
It’s a movement but nah
We need class participation
Raise your hands to the sky
Let’s go

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse Three: Naledge]
A shot of brilliance
Chased with some excellence
Heavy on je ne sais quoi
Translation
I’m somethin’ like a star
When it comes to the verbal spar
Ride tracks sorta like a Nascar
Limited time only
?
Take a rain check on the lame trip
Catch me on the ? sippin’ Cabernet
Eatin’
Salmon fillet with peach jelly glaze
Strictly on some player shit
I’m not pardoning this
But I got no synonyms just to say the shit
I’m on my P’s & Q’s
Cross T’s, dot I’s
See the hunger runnin’ south side in my brown eyes
Not sayin’ that I was poor
But I was sayin’ I could always use more

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

All over the world

Pitbull & Stereotypes – Jungle (feat. E-40 & Abraham Mateo) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Mr. Worldwide!
Abraham Mateo, E-40, Stereotypes that’s the show
I want all the ladies out there
Go ahead and uh, shake what your mama gave ya
(One, two, three, oh)
Talk to ’em like

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
You know I eat it from the roota to the toota
Let me do ya, let me school ya
He may be smooth but I’m smootha
I’m slick Pit ruler, let a slip d*ck through ya
Hit the Virgin Mary from the back
And had her screaming ha "Hallelujah"
The devil’s hot but I’m hotter
Yeah these boys rap, but they say, a whole lotta nada
Me I’m building schools, from Miami to Nevada
Now baby bend over and show me that got it
Off in the Exumas, actin’ a fool
Where the water so clear, b**ch look like a pool
Whoody who, whoody what, who’s f**king you
That would be me, P-I-T

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pushin’ a mainly line, travel the planet solid as granite
Tax a b**ch like a W-9
Move manage, get my mathematics right
Havin’ money, wearin’ a hoodie when it’s sunny
Huddled up in a circle, smoking a mummy
In a luxury scraper or something foreign
Ya b**ch chose me, she said you’re boring
I put a b**ch on restriction, make her sit on the porch
Won’t let her in ’till tomorrow, until the next morning, Mayne
It’s true that I’m chasing time can’t be wastin’ or delaying
My pockets anticipating lump sums
Patiently waiting for my high to come down
And get back to earth
So I can start all over like I rehearsed
Pistol-packing power clatter higher than a cell tower
In her outer space to wasted she owe me, we hella faded
Underrated honey thicker than K. Michelle hella tail
Bokey poking out, hella swell

[Refrain: E-40]
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Yeah, it’s a jungle out here (watch out)
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Now if you came with ya man, leave ’em over there
Yeah it’s a jungle out here and we’re bout to get it started
Like one, two, three!

[Chorus: Abraham Mateo]
Ooh, girl I want you to shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
What your mama gave ya (uh huh)
Come on ohh, sexy thang
Don’t be scared to act like an animal
It’s in your nature (uh huh)
C’mon

[Post-Chorus: E-40]
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me
Now we can keep it in the club, or we can leave
And if you wanna go home, then come with me

[Outro: Pitbull]
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)
I see them boys hatin’ ’cause they all wanna be me
Naw homie you don’t know me, but your girl does (ask her)

2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

FUTURE – Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

FUTURE – All Da Smoke lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

MADEINTYO – Lose It

Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah
I’m bout to lose it, hey
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Gettin’ the guap, makin’ it pop
Droppin’ the top, hey
I made a lot, never a drought
Pussy is wet, I’m ringin’ it out
I don’t got shovels I’m diggin’ a route, woah-woah-woah
Give me some brain, what you thinkin’ about?
Man it’s straight, K Swisha with the 808, oh
Palm tree, Miami, yup I’m gainin’ weight, skrt
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
Baby top, give me that, yup I need that face
If I buy that new i3 will you ride then?
Three stacks on the Louie bag, no problem
I wear Chanel like woah-woah
Diamonds, they lighter than lightbulbs
My pockets do need a tummy tuck
Heard these lil niggas, they fuckin’ up
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
I’m gettin’ money like what the fuck
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
She my lil rider no matter what
Hey, yah, oh
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Oh, yah
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Count up the money and bag it
Yah, yah, oh
Hey man niggas thought I had one
Niggas thought I couldn’t come back with somethin’
Nigga you out your mind
Oh, yah, yah, yah, oh, yah, yah, yah
Skrt-srt, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, oh
I’m bout to lose it, yah-yah, oh
I’m bout to lose it
I’m bout to lose it, yah
I’m bout to lose it, yah
Switch, switch, swerve
I give that bitch what she deserve
I ain’t fuckin’ with a bird
Louis duffel full of herb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
I need that ‘Rari by the curb
Pull up to the scene, you know a nigga skate
If I bend her over then you know a nigga paint
Yeah I did it with my squad and they said I can’t
Actin’ like you hard, ugh-ugh, no he ain’t
Yeah, yeah, uh, I’m bout to lose it
Watch how I do it, these niggas stupid
I did it easy, woah, theme niggas sleazy, woo
My niggas greasy, woo, yeah, my niggas greasy, woo
Gosha on my chest, hold up, nigga, flex
Ratchet bitch, ya, she put on the set
I’m brazy, they know it, she wanna throw it
Hop out a whip, hop out a whip, I blow it
Yah, yah, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Oh, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
Yeah, damn, that’s your girl she’s so fine
Yah, oh, I’m gon’ blow her mind
That shit cray
That shit brazy
Yah, yah, yah, oh, skrt-skrt