Ray Charles

REASON – Flick It Up Lyrics

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[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Flick it up, wait
Wait, flick it up

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up, flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough (Wait)
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough (Woah)
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: REASON]
Nigga came way, way up now (Woah)
Hoes got six like touchdown (Woah)
Get hit like diamonds, buss down
I buss down, I buss down
Caught niggas stealin’ my stuff now
I can see me in a lot of these niggas
Shit start to feel like Us now wait (Wait)
Nigga so focused, head on straight (Straight)
No new friends, nigga dead on weight
Hoes on Ray Charles, shoot it like baseball
Knock it out the park then I slid home safe
Knock it out park then slid on home
REASON on fire, can’t do no wrong
These niggas gossip, I just want profit
Came from bottom, I just want lobster
Need my momma up in the Hills, no stress, no problems
Niggas talk shit, no comment
Niggas ain’t really did half the shit they rap ’bout
Nigga you ain’t never caught no body
You ain’t never sold no drugs
Nigga you ain’t never popped no molly
You ain’t never, wait-
If I really, really said everything niggas ain’t did, I’d be ain’t shit
You niggas ain’t shit
Came from the basement, glowed up
Smokin’ on stank shit, roll up
Niggas got capes on, hold up
Stop savin’ hoes that don’t wanna be saved
Comin’ up as a kid I was tryna be Jay
I was tryna be Ye, I was tryna be Wayne
Now kids say they tryna be REASON (REASON)
Feel good, nigga still can’t believe it
So when I’m at shows I-

[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Nigga who? (Soulo) nigga what? (Yeah)
Your jaw just dropped ma pick it up
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
I got at least infinity flows, abstract, asshole
Ab-Soul, infinity stone, end game for my enemy yo
Pen game incredible hulk, big fangs incredible bark
Big Dawg on T-O-P, R-A-P-G-O-D
Wait, this shit as easy as winning a spelling bee spellin’ the letter B (Aye) H-I-P-H-O-P, S-A-V-E-D-ME
Amazing grace you made yo bed and I made my plate
Fuck is you thinkin’? Benjamin Franklin
Face to face to face to face to face (Face the fact)
‘Fore I hit stages, all of my wages minimum
And then I dropped the track that made ’em feel me
Like a cinema (Oh) How ’bout that?
Now I’m just killing ’em, grave so low can’ dig it up
Where you casket at?
Look at my bitch, ass so fat can’t pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick up the pace, maker
Your heart ain’t strong enough, brain ain’t smart enough
Gang ain’t hard enough, dollars ain’t long enough
Promise I’m droppin’ a Jimmy, should-

[Chorus: REASON]
Pick it up
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough (SOUL!)
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Outro: REASON]
I don’t work hard, ain’t did enough
Got a new bitch ain’t thick enough
New new whip, I flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Niggas flow sick, ain’t sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain’t thick enough
Tell her drop down then pick it up
Bitch

Kevin Gates – Let It Sing lyrics

[Intro]
Nigga won’t tell me, talkin’ ’bout some
You twenty percent more in it (who’s that?)
Nigga you control the wheel there

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 1]
Sip out the canister, rollin’ up cannabis
I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
Switch place, story stay the same
Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I’m Tory Lanez
Broke prayin’ for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
Flex on ’em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her “hit me”
Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan, you think I’m really ’bout to let you get me?
You think I’m really ’bout to let you bill it?
You think you really ‘posed to get a Bentley?
All you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
Keep it professional when you DM me
You know your sister be all in my business, copyin’ everythin’ that I delivered
TMZ I’m fightin’ with Dreka
We cannot do this in front of the children
Lovin’ this shit, she gon’ go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me?

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Verse 2]
Cookin’ up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon’ launch
In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
Breakin’ open a pipe, pourin’ dope in the cup, partner bought it, ’bout to open it up
Big Body, doors openin’ up, big Jamaican unloadin’ the truck
Big weight ’bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come
Cappin’ like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up
Shopliftin’, they recorded us, ‘member back on the motorbus
I could remember you treatin’ me shitty back then ’cause I wasn’t important enough
Straight from the back, how I’m grippin’ the bitch, throwin’ dick in her kidney, she ballin’ up
In the mirror I glisten’, the button ignition, the engine go RAH, when I start it up

[Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

[Outro]
Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this bitch, when I got a motherfuckin’ GPS monitor strapped to my leg. When I got a motherfuckin’ P.O. tellin’ me I can go travel to spend money, but I can’t travel to make money. You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic, you heard me? When I got these fuckin’ dick suckers on my motherfuckin’ back 24 hours a day, playin’ wit’ me, you heard me? And now you fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me

CupcakKe – Quiz lyrics

Never lookin’ at the cost
Money fillin’ up the vault (Uh)
My word be the law (Uh)
Bitches scary like Saw (Uh-ahh!)
Let it be known, if a bitch act grown
I’m coming strapped up like a bra (brrrah!)
She tried, but the bitch failed
Like I forgot to put down the salt (Yeah!)

A ‘hunnid on the eway
Shotgun in the briefcase
Spill a bitch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake (B-b-b-boom!)
I got so much money up on the line
I had to put that shit on three-way (Brrring!)
Up in your dm, ain’t nobody buying (Hey!)
Now you sell pussy on ebay

Bitches ain’t no shit (no!)
Sticky fingers, I’m slick (I’m slick!)
Niggas claim that they charged up
But got a whole shortage in they dick (fuck)
Check stubs look lit (What?)
Money double like Twix (it do)
Fuckers dunno who they wanna be
Like they’re playing in the movie “Split”

The tea that I sip, it burn lip
Fly lil’ bitch with my name on a blimp
What the man know I’m hot, check temp (woo!)
Bitches be fucking for a box of shrimp (okay!)

That could never be me
Niggas thirsty, drink some Fiji
Wrist, ice be so creamy
So we name it [?] Edy’s

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hittin’ stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)

Hoes claim they the realest
I’m like kill it, don’t get me started
Be the same bitches that lie and
Blame it on other people like they farted (Stank ass!)

Uber pull through the drive-thru
I’m tryna get me some Popeyes
Bought like twenty wings
You would think I’m ’bout to split it with Five Guys (I’m hungry!)
Might buy the Uber man some, it depends on how the line fly
Or he could keep the 50 Cent change
Get rich or die tryin’

I get no days off
Your dick is way soft
My niggas droppin’ them pounds off like they into weight loss (Woo!)
Ball hard, but I hate golf
Switch on me, that may cost
Nigga said he wanna see me but he’s broke
Might as well be Ray Charles

‘Cause you ain’t seein’ me
Don’t give a fuck who you be (no!)
Everything custom that you see
Made my jacket Spike Lee (dem spikes!)
Money all on the floor but I clean it off for your nigga neat [?]
I told him spell my name with his tongue
That’s Akeelah and the Bee (Uhh!)

Giggity, giggity
Bitches is silly, gee
All of my enemies try to get rid of me
I got the victory, shotgun big as me
Watch your step ’cause the blood’s so slippery

I’m that popular demand
Better pussy smell like ham
Got that money, Uncle Sam
Scam my nigga like Joanne (Wooo!)

How the fuck your inches longer than your money?
(How? How? How? How?)
How you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies?
(How? How? How? How?)

Trippie Redd – UKA UKA

[Intro]
Yeah, Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ooh, said I made y’all
So how could I be mad that ain’t y’all
Same reason why I hate y’all
Hop up in this Rari then I race off, aye
Do the dash in this racecar
Got the Pistol Pete on me, is this a face off, aye?
Better say your damn grace dog
Blind in reality just like you’re Ray Charles, aye

[Hook]
Aye, I don’t want no more pressure, no
Don’t want no more pressure, noo
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahh
Don’t want no more pressure, ahha

[Verse 2]
Aye, fuck your bitch and hit my fucking dab
Aye, choppers by my side you know it clap
Like your bitch ass, big bag
Big cash, and I tote a big gat
Aftermath, I been dressed in all black
Got the black mask
I’ll pull it out the motherfucking black bag
Yeah, and drop your ass
Bang bang, lil nigga you left in the past
Ooh, aye, son these niggas, I’m your dad
Big racks on my body, baby got this cash
Pray these goofy niggas really goin’ out sad
Give these pussy niggas hell like I’m Johnny Gat, ooh

[Hook 2]
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure, noo
Swear I want no pressure

[Verse 3]
Aye, are you niggas really from the field?
Or are you niggas really from the hills?
I got a mob of niggas coming by the mills
They’ll shoot your ass down boy, for 1400 kills, for real
I’m tryna find your fuckin chill
I’m off this Actavis, I’m tryna pop a seal
I don’t do Xannies baby, no don’t do no pills
I’m just smokin on dope, baby, just thumbin’ through the mills, so ill

Uka Uka

Pretty mami – Lil Uzi Vert lyrics

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Pretty  mami

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my gang yeah (you gotta know)(pretty mami)

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma let you know, you can’t keep em close
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier
Girl I’ma let you know, I done let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

80k a show, 100k a show (alright)
Why my neck so frozen? Why my Rollie golden?
Walking with my .40, and my money showing
Walking with that stunned AP, my money ain’t foldin
Boy I am not slow, you hate on the low
You was still at home, I was on the road
Know that I’m a dog, I’m bad to the bone
Dior my cologne, smoking gas it’s strong
Leave me alone, stop calling my phone
Already know what you’re thinking lil baby, girl, oh I know
She said “Uzi baby, they ain’t got no dough”
Why you’re so dope? You already know.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep em close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I’ma let you know
Diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Girl you took a L and we can see that
Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, yeah, don’t you see that?
Pockets giant just like Andre .. 3stacks
I get money, f*ck your b***h, stay real, ooh, that’s three facts
Diamonds on my fist, my wrist, my grill, ooh, I mean that
Made your girl swallow my dick like a pill, ooh, don’t relapse
She keeps stalking on my phone, think this thing’s tapped
Diamonds all up in my pinky, think this thing’s tapped
I do not f*ck with these niggas, man I mean that
Woah, money envelope
I was just so broke, I didn’t have hope
Now I’ll.

Let you know, I’ma let you know
You can’t keep up close, diamonds they so froze
Water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
She know I’m a soldier, girl, I’ll let you know
I done let you know, diamonds they so froze, water like a boat
Spanish girl named Rosa, and she from the coast
Prolly on your poster, get that guap just like I’m posin’
Get that thot just like I.

Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Can’t nobody touch my swag
Baby your times up now (you gotta go)
Why you hating on my ganggg?(pretty mami)
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
Video mami

Horses – Pnb Rock feat. Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Pnb Rock – Horses

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeahhh).

I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won’t take that b*tch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles.

They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah).

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah).

All big bankrolls, I got no h**s
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old b*tch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, “What the f*ck is that sound?”
Damn, I’m the man now versuri-lyrics.info
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now.

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah).

I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some s**t you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, “Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care”
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
S**t, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind.

All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeahhh).
PnB Rock lyrics
Video Pnb Rock

PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie – Horses (From “The Fate Of The Furious”)

[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Won’t take that bitch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I’m the man now
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Horses

[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Wanna take that bitch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I’m the man now
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

Nicki Minaj – Only lyrics

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck’s sake
If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don’t fuck with
I don’t fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin’
And tell ’em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]
I never fucked Nicki, cause she got a man
But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck, just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up
If I did fuck, she’d be fucked up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she actin’ like she need dick in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
They bet’ not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy, treat beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses, with army guns
So think about, your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang, take the B out behavior, my nigga
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
Nigga now you see me, nigga now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully, with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from “poor me”
To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only