Lil Baby – Anyway Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I’m takin’ off again, suicide doors, I won’t let ’em in
Four or five cars, livin’ like a god, payin’ for my sins
And this life that I’m in important
I can hop in the Benz, a foreign
Marlo said they come in in the morning
I got vibes, every state I got choices
Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch
Like I’m straight out the ‘partments, I’m rich as a bitch
Takin’ mine off the top, let lil’ bro keep the difference
Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city
I was re-in’ up daily, they thought I was kidding
I was puttin’ my profit up, saved me a milly
I keep pourin’ up Fantas so shit gettin’ ridiculous
Hope the doctor don’t say that I need a new kidney

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh)
I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did)
I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell ’em)
I run it back like a pick six (Woo)
Add it all up, it’s a re-up, man
I’m ballin’, I need equipment (Ballin’)
I just bought a lift kit (Yeah)
Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me)
And fuck your opinion, you know how I’m livin’
My closet say, “To be continued” (Fuck you)
Back in the days I used to make plays
At Spondivits off of Virginia
Ain’t no contender (Nah)
Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo)
I read a bitch like a kennel
Made a half a mil’ in a rental (Woo)
All of my verses suspenseful
My cuz a blood, menstrual
He draws down, pants
I know that they care for your instrument
I ball, I need me an agent
I just might be your replacement (I might)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience (Alright)
I got a whole lot of money
But I got a little patience
My bitch a trip, vacation
Too many chains, plantation
If you a real nigga
It ain’t no expiration

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gucci Mane]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’ (Huh, Wop)
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up (Go)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
They say Gucci’s a criminal
Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr)
Not conserve’ or no liberal
Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh)
Heard I shop at Bar Harbor
I spent reckless on denim (Wow)
She so fine, got her addy
Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn)
New ‘Rari, half an M
See the horse, know the emblem
It’s Big Guwop, it’s him
Always us over them (Fuck ’em)
Niggas say they gon’ do this and that
Then duck when I see ’em (Huh)
Don’t compare me to Slim
I could never be him (No)
Copped so many new baguettes
That I’m gettin’ sick of myself (Bling)
Big bully, crushed my peers
So now I pick on myself (Huh)
Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt
Big diamond choker chokin’ on me, man like Conor McGregor (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up
Pull up any kind of way I wanna
She know I got that dope boy persona
Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer
Young niggas ballin’ like we hit the numbers
I done got the ball, I fuckin’ cannot fumble
Still duckin’ the laws, I gotta keep on runnin’
I be rockin’ new shit, I got every color
This shit ain’t enough, I need another come-up

Calvin Harris – Cash Out lyrics

(feat. ScHoolboy Q, PARTYNEXTDOOR & DRAM)

[Intro]
You can rock it, you can sock it
You can even put on your brand new jacket
Because I’m the man who can put you in the musical brackets

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, party like it’s 1980
Where the afro shiny and the girls all purty
Where the white girl molly
And a dark-skinned Kylie, can I rock both bodies? Ayy
New ‘Rari, how I ride, both shotty, uh
Keep your table, can we boogie on the floor?
I’ve been stressin’ all week, tryna clear it through the door now
Ballin’ like LeBron now, shots like a pro now
Hella weed, yeah, it goes ’round
Let me tell you how it goes down
I ain’t drivin’ when it’s goin’, now pour me another cup
This your favorite song on, don’t tell me you in a rush
When I give you all I have, you tell me it ain’t enough
I’ve been tryna clear our mind and wine and dine ya
See I know just how you like it, I’ll back behind ya
If I look up at the stars, ain’t hard to find ya, ayy

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Candice Pillay]
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count until we pass out
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count it up until we pass out

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Yo, uh, we gon’ party like it’s 1980
In a buggy-eyed ‘Cedes or a dopeboy Caddy
With a nickel bag baggie, gold Rolex
Timin’ for your climax climbin’, got the bedsheets jumpin’
With your heartbeat pumpin’ and your love keep comin’
Shake somethin’, break somethin’, shit, I’m tryna work somethin’
Sho’ you right, motorbike, you could ride me overnight, uh
Never been one to judge, we rushin’ back to the club
Put it down from above, your body my only drug
We do it like Vegas, rich and famous
We doin’ it major, we wakin’ the neighbors

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Candice Pillay]
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count until we pass out
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count it up until we pass out

[Bridge: DRAM]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oooohhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Say yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, it’s on, hey

[Verse 3: DRAM]
Let’s party like the ’70s, blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the ’70s, blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the ’70s, blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the 70’s, blowing on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: DRAM]
’70s
Hella tree
Collard greens, to me
We play, babe

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (Remix) (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2 – A$AP Rocky]
New belt that’s french canvas
Goyard that’s rich canvas
Showing out for the big cameras
Sonning niggas like the kids parents
Old money like the grand parents
Show respect or get bitch handled
Took her wigs like your grandmama
Smack a nigga like I’m big handed
[?] a fuck on your babymama
Bigger booty she a thick bandit
Big body do big damage
New Rari do tricks in it
[?]
[?]
If she look so good throw a kid in it
Have a baby by me for the big business

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

Calvin Harris – Cash Out (feat. Schoolboy Q, Partynextdoor & D.R.A.M.) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

[Intro]
You can rock it, you can sock it
You can even put on your brand new jacket
Because I’m the man who can put you in the musical brackets

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Uh, party like it’s 1980
Where the afro shiny and the girls all purty
Where the white girl molly
And a dark-skinned Kylie, can I rock both bodies? Ayy
New ‘Rari, how I ride, both shotty, uh
Keep it table, can we boogie on the floor?
I’ve been stressin’ all week, tryna clear it through the door now
Ballin’ like LeBron now, shots like a pro now
Hella weed, yeah, it goes ’round
Let me tell you how it goes down
I ain’t drivin’ when it’s goin’, now pour me another cup
This your favorite song on, don’t tell me you in a rush
When I give you all I have, you tell me it ain’t enough
I’ve been tryna clear our mind and wine and dine ya
See I know just how you like it, I’ll back behind ya
If I look up at the stars, ain’t hard to find ya, ayy

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Starrah]
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count until we pass out
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count it up until we pass out

[Verse: 2 Schoolboy Q]
Yo, uh, we gon’ party like it’s 1980
In a buggy-eyed ‘Cedes or a dopeboy Caddy
With a nickel bag baggie, gold Rolex
Timin’ for your climax climbin’, got the bedsheets jumpin’
With your heartbeat poppin’ and your love keep comin’
Shake somethin’, break somethin’, shit I’m tryna work somethin’
Show you right, motorbike, you could ride me overnight, uh
Never been one to judge, we rushin’ back to the club
Put it down from above, your body my only drug
We do it like Vegas, rich and famous
We doin’ it major, we wakin’ the neighbors

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Starrah]
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count until we pass out
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out (cash out)
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count it up until we pass out

[Bridge: D.R.A.M.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oooohhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Say yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, it’s on, hey

[Verse 3: D.R.A.M.]
Let’s party like the ’70s
Blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the ’70s
Blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the ’70s
Blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the 70’s
Blowing on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: D.R.A.M.]
’70s, hella tree
Collard greens, to me
We play, babe

Cash out – Calvin Harris feat. PartyNextDoor lyrics

Lyrics Calvin Harris – Cash out

You can rock it, you can sock it
You can even put on your brand new jacket
Because I’m the man who can put you in the musical brackets.(cash out)

Uh, party like it’s 1980
Where the afro shiny and the girls all purty
Where the white girl molly
And a dark-skinned Kylie, can I rock both bodies? Ayy
New ‘Rari, how I ride, both shotty, uh
Keep it table, can we boogie on the floor?
I’ve been stressin’ all week, tryna clear it through the door now
Ballin’ like LeBron now, shots like a pro now
Hella weed, yeah, it goes ’round
Let me tell you how it goes down
I ain’t drivin’ when it’s goin’, now pour me another cup
This your favorite song on, don’t tell me you in a rush
When I give you all I have, you tell me it ain’t enough
I’ve been tryna clear our mind and wine and dine ya
See I know just how you like it, I’ll back behind ya
If I look up at the stars, ain’t hard to find ya, ayyy.

Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count until we pass out
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count it up until we pass out.

Yo, uhhh, we gon’ party like it’s 1980
In a buggy-eyed ‘Cedes or a dopeboy Caddy
With a nickel bag baggie, gold Rolex
Timin’ for your climax climbin’, got the bedsheets jumpin’
With your heartbeat poppin’ and your love keep comin’
Shake somethin’, break somethin’, s**t I’m tryna work somethin’
Show you right, motorbike, you could ride me overnight, uh
Never been one to judge, we rushin’ back to the club
Put it down from above, your body my only drug
We do it like Vegas, rich and famous versuri-lyrics.info
We doin’ it major, we wakin’ the neighbors.

Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count until we pass out
Passin’ all them neighbors, cash out
Smashin’ all them ‘Raris, dash out (dash out)
‘Member all them nights we used to trap out?
Now we count it up until we pass out.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oooohhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeahhhh
Say yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) yeah, yeah
Okay, okay, okay, it’s on, hey.

Let’s party like the ’70s
Blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the ’70s
Blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the ’70s
Blowin’ on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s party like the 70’s
Blowing on hella tree
Broccoli and collard greens (collard greens)
It don’t matter to me, yeah, yeah, yeahhh.

’70s, hella tree
Collard greens, to me
We play, babeee.
Calvin Harris lyrics
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