Uncle Murda – Rap Up 2018 Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s that time of year again
Don’t Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y’all only rock with me ’cause I’m disrespectful
Y’all know I don’t care ’bout these niggas
Happy New Year

[Verse 1]
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I’m like, “Damn, why they doin’ that to 50 Cent son?” (Aw)
Can’t forget about him gettin’ robbed and kidnapped
Y’all thought he was jokin’, nah, that was all big facts (That really happened)
He even talked on himself about gettin’ jacked
Ebro said he had the worst verse on “Get the Strap” (Ha)
“Suck my dick, suck my dick,” that’s what Tekashi said (Yup)
Free 6ix9ine, tell that lil’ nigga hold his head (TreyWay)
He went to Chicago and ain’t get shot
Just for goin’, fuck what time it was, he still get props
Him and his security was supposed to die there (Woo)
Somebody sent shots at Chief Keef in Time Square (Bang, bang)
Suge got 28 years, you don’t hear about him
Nobody sayin’ “Free Suge,” ’cause nobody care ’bout him (Nope)
Nicki ain’t wanna fight when Cardi tried to pop
But Cardi the one that left Fashion Week with a knot (Damn)
Jill Scott video when viral on some other shit
She need to teach Blac Chyna how to suck a dick (She need help)
Nicki vs Cardi, who side y’all choosin’?
Nicki rap better, but Cardi puttin’ out better music
Whatever Cardi drop hot, the people like the shit
Flex not a fan of Cardi ’cause she don’t write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
‘Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn’t gon’ say shit (What!?)
Nah, fuck that, he got caught with a tranny
(Take it easy on that nigga, Murda, he still family)
(Alright, alright, alright)
Dwight Howard got caught with a tranny nigga
So much pussy out here, I don’t be understandin’ niggas
Huh, Kanye still a mess
Don’t want no 350s ’round me, Drake said it the best
He think Drake fucked Kim K, that nigga stressed (He did)
He out here with Donald Trump dick on his breath
You be embarrassin’ yourself when you in a public settin’, Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain’t go to your weddin’, Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what’s next, Ye, ass shots?
With that red hat lookin’ like a Donald Trump mascot
Nigga lost his mind, he need to lose his voice
How you on TMZ sayin’ slavery was a choice? (How?)
Don’t put no new music out, we don’t wanna hear that shit
You a coon and you fucked up Teyana Taylor’s shit (Fuck boy)
Bill Cosby locked up with the goons
We know he guilty, but free Bill, he gon’ die soon (Free Bill)
I swear them crackers actin’ like they shit don’t stink
That’s what you get though, Bill, for puttin’ pills in them bitches drinks (Damn)
Meek Mill came home, got picked up in a helicopter
Went to the game, was in the locker room with the whole roster (Whoa!)
Know that judge hated that, she don’t wanna see him prosper
He had some good lawyers on it like Ghost had Proctor (Yeah)
Talk about Power, RIP Kanan
Tommy shot Angela, crazy ass Caucasian (Tommy!)
Now you know him and Ghost gon’ have a few issues
When Tariq finally get killed, nobody gon’ miss you (We not)
My “Get The Strap” video came on after Kanan died
I was hype to be on Starz, I ain’t even gon’ lie
50 put me in a movie with Bruce Willis
Don’t laugh at me, y’all, they killed me in like 2 minutes (Ha-ha)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 2]
Birdman got tired of gettin’ called the fuck out
Finally payed Wayne and he let the Carter V come out (Thank you!)
Juelz at the airport, forgot that he had a gun (How?)
Drake ain’t want nobody to know that he had a son
Drake vs Pusha T, that was a good one
If Drake would’ve responded, I think he could’ve won
Lettin’ us know Drake had a kid was a genius move (It was)
Minus that, the second diss track was just cool (A’ight)
Drake ain’t respond so Push got the W
Drake told LeBron somebody gonna end up snuffin’ you (Ha-ha)
Rondo snuffed Chris Paul and spit on him
Carmelo got the whole NBA tryna shit on him (Damn)
Nobody don’t wanna sign him, it don’t make no sense
Actin’ like he ain’t even good enough to come off the bench (He ain’t that bad)
Draymond Green called Kevin Durant a bitch
The NFL hated how Nike got behind Kaepernick
JR got the rebound and ran the wrong way (What you doin’?)
LeBron said, “Fuck this, I’m takin’ my talents to LA”
Cleveland ain’t shit without him, tell me I’m lyin’
Black people don’t give a fuck about George Bush dyin’ (We don’t)
RIP Stan Lee, wish it was Donald Trump
Lil Uzi made Rich the Kid look like a punk
No “Plug Walk,” he did the plug right, he was out
And he got robbed and beat up at his bitch house (Damn)
I think Tori Brixx locked you up for your new freezer
Quevo said he fucked Nicki, she ain’t deny it neither (She didn’t)
Nicki vs Travis Scott, she don’t like that nigga
He only out sold her ’cause he fuckin’ Kylie Jenner (Word)
Kim was on ecstasy when Ray J recorded, that’s what she just said
For Ray, is the show gettin’ boring?
Saw Chloe baby father cheatin’ on TMZ
Nipsey Hussle slapped some nigga outside BET
Free Ralo and AR-Ab they in the feds
Bring XXXTentacion back, bring Trippie Redd (RIP X)
Bring Mac Miller back, take Lil Xan
Fuck him anyway, shorty ain’t no 2Pac fan
Nas dropped and Jay dropped with Bey on the same day
Like Ether got Jay still feelin’ some kind of way
Jay was in that water, like, “I’ma protect me”
With the helmet on, lookin’ funny ridin’ that jet-ski (That was funny)
And he checked Offset for callin’ Bey a bitch
Cardi left Offset because of the cheatin’ shit
Give him another chance, he on the Gram explainin’ it
He ain’t fuck shorty, he was just entertainin’ it (I believe it)
Wendy Williams, talk about how yo’ husband cheatin’
Havin’ a oops baby with another girl, now you leavin’ (How you doin’?)
He tired of yo’ ass havin’ no ass, he played you
He was just usin’ you for yo’ cash (Good for you)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

[Verse 3]
That Lil Duval record had me upset like it had bum bitches actin’ like they livin’ they best life (Stop frontin’)
Don’t smile, bitch, you better cut it out (Stop it)
You still live in the projects at yo’ mother house (Ha-ha)
Kodak was on Ebro show and he walked out
How you gon’ try to talk about some shit he can’t talk ’bout
Pull ’em to the side and kick it if you tryna help
Don’t do it in no interview where he can indict himself
Safaree got robbed, went on air and he started cryin’
I don’t know if he was tellin’ the truth or if he was lyin’ (I hope it happened)
The corny nigga was fuckin’ Nicki
I don’t like him, I’m mad they ain’t hit Safaree with a bottle at Dyckman
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’
Laughin’ at my own jokes, I really think I’m funny
Feds still ain’t find that nigga El Chapo money
(RIP Kim Porter, we all know you in heaven)
Puff gon’ make sure them kids good, don’t be up there stressin’
(RIP Aretha Franklin, we lost a legend)
You was more than talented, you truly was a blessin’
Kings killin’ kings to become hood famous
We want the real niggas back, RIP Young [?] (We want the real niggas)
RIP lil’ Junior from the Bronx, got stabbed up
[?] is like, “All this gangster shit not addin’ up” (It’s not)
Meanwhile, Amber Rose still proud to be a slut (Yup)
K Mitchell got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I’m not gon’ talk about that [?] (I’m not)
Chris Brown ain’t dead, how Jacquees the fuckin’ king? (How?)
Bobby Brown kicked Janet out his hotel room
He was on crack when he did that, is what I assume (Crackhead)
Supposedly she was in the hallway naked
If it’s true, blame it on whatever drugs he was takin’ (Ha-ha)
“Say no to drugs,” is what I tell kids I meet
You don’t wanna be like Juelz Santana with no teeth (Damn)
Dipset reunited, they sound good together
I don’t think Stevie J and Faith look good together (They don’t)
I’m like, “Psh, what would Biggie say?”
Nothin’, probably just smack the shit out of Stevie J (Yup)
Will Smith son basically said he was gay
He announced that he had a boyfriend the other day (Tyler, The Creator)
NBA YoungBoy admitted he had herpes
His lil’ bitch got it too, they both dirty (Nasty)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’ (I’m not)
Meek and Drake beef dead, them niggas cool again (Good)
Some lil’ white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin’ committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin’ up my people? (Why?)
People gotta vote, that is not to be slept on
I respect [?] gettin’ his Malcolm X on
White cop lady shot a black man in his crib
She though it was her house
No bitch, that’s where he live (Stupid)
Black Panther had us all proud to be black
No superhero movie ever did numbers like that (Nope)
Katt Williams don’t think Tiffany Haddish funny (Me neither)
Lee Daniels finally paid Damon Dash his money
Funk Flex said Dame Dash pussy, he foul (Ha-ha)
And he take Travis Scott’s, no, A$AP Rocky style
My niggas like, “Keep goin’,” they want more (Okay)
Travis Scott a coon like his brother in law (He is)
Performin’ for the Super Bowl knowin’ the situation
Now when his music come on, I change the station (Turn it off)
That’s why Tyga on the radio lit again
Your bitch probably wanna suck that nigga dick again (Kylie)
And I saw that interview you did about Mike Brown
Sayin’ he deserved that, it’s clear now, you a clown (That’s how you feel?)
You and Kanye downlow faggots
Jay gave [?] $7 million from taxes (I need help too)
This year, too much shit happened
Not tryna be here for a while hour rappin’ (I’m not)
It’s too long, it should’ve been shorter
My nigga Trey Songz fuckin’ Steve Harvey daughter (Ha-ha)
I’m off this, enough was said here
I’ll back throwin’ niggas under the bus next year (Whoa!)

[Chorus]
I get it now, the people like when I talk about it (What?)
It’s that time of the year, so I’ma talk about it (What?)
They know what happen, they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
(Crazy) Crazy, crazy, shit crazy (Whoa, whoa)
This year, too much shit happened
(Not tryna be here for a whole hour rappin’)

Logic – The Return Lyrics

[Intro]
Satisfied
Satisfied
Yeah yeah, yeah
Satisfied has come to you
Sinatra
Big Pepe
Satisfied
Oh, you got the studio shoutout
Satisfied
You feelin’ good about yourself right now, huh?
Satisfied it has come to you (6ix)

[Verse 1]
Hold up let me get up in it now
Bitch, I’m here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I’m feeling free, I’m finna bring it now
If you know the words take a step back and sing it now
Never thought I’d have to, but I keep the windows tinted now
Like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my Audi?
Last time I said, it went viral, I don’t fuck with nobody
And I don’t fuck with you, you, them, her and him too
‘Cause none of y’all know a fucking thing ’bout what I been through
And all that superficial shit you love I’m just not into
And when it comes to gettin’ deep in this rap shit I’ve been to
Like the pussy, don’t push me
I ain’t no killer, but you know the rest
You think I caught the holy spirit how I’m feelin’ blessed
Ain’t no contest to all this wack shit, it just no test
Step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest
And ain’t no “S” on my chest but I’m still gunnin’
While half of these motherfuckers still runnin’
I’ve learned everything I’ve attained and they still ‘front him
Like God damn, I’m the motherfuckin’ man
Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin’ stan
Ain’t nobody built himself a brand like me
I ain’t signed a shoe deal ’cause I’m waitin’ for Nike
To recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me
Cut the check for 20 Million right now and we might see
Everybody rockin’ my kicks, preachin’ positivity
I get up, I get up

[Chorus]
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up

[Verse 2]
Never address me as “Robert” unless it’s about that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain’t never savin’ hoes
I’m not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It don’t matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep
‘Cause in the end we all six feet deep
Meanwhile, I’ll be immortalized on the 6ix beat
Flashbacks and havin’ visions way back in G’Burg
Every single one of my homies and me work
Cuttin’ had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it
Youngin’ wit’ a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I’d be defined by how good I rhyme
Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online
Not made to feel bad for speakin’ bout this shit on my mind
Or called a faggot or nigger or cracker who wish he was blacker
I wish I could face my homophobic, racist attacker and smack the shit outta they ass as peaceful is possible
It’s highly improbable, it’s stoppable
But still, way too many people feel how I feel
That’s on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin’ real

[Chorus]
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, when I’m down
Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough
I get tough and when I’m beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh
I get up, uh, uh

[Verse 3]
Ayo motherfuckin’ Trump said that shit on my last album but you wasn’t tapping in
Fuck a mumble let’s make America rap again
Industry don’t give a fuck about rap or what’s happenin’
Fuck a Hype Beast, bitch, now who seein’ me?
Nobody reports the music, this shit, this rap TMZ
Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines to preach that
Go ‘head now boy and preach that
Wash my hands of this negativity, word to three stacks
So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
Wu-Tang, get the cream
Sinatra ‘gon reign Supreme
Hoping your mental get out your feelins like dental
This shit is consequential, lightin’ a fire to the game
Can you rappers fill the flame? Nah, this shit won’t be the same
Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y’all to prosper
But deep down you know it’s only ‘gon be one Mufasa
I’m the king, fuck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring
All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed on, I know it sting now
Don’t try to twist my words and turn that into some shit
I love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you spit
Dropped my last shit, the whole wide world applauded it
Game still ain’t giving me my credit so I’ma audit it
I’m heartless like Kanye in ’08
Yeah that’s word to NO I.D
Now they all know who I be
I’m callin’ out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me and smack the whole industry
Show ’em what that real rap do
The ball’s in your court, Hov
I hope to hear from Guru, woo!

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck (feat. Rae Sremmurd) lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ for me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (woah)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (woah)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a mothafuckin’ prodigy (Jxm)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ spree (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

Five Finger Death Punch – Sham Pain lyrics

I never cared about the money / never really needed fame
You think it would’ve changed me, but I’ve always stayed the same
The label tried to sue me / TMZ tried to screw me / Blabbermouth can fucking suck it cause they never fucking knew me
Everybody seems like they’re waiting for me to die / talk shit behind my back, can’t look me in the eye
They say I’m overrated, that I should’ve already faded / Give a shit about it all cause I love to be so hated

All in all it’s a good life / I got what I want
I can’t complain
I’m living the good life / A toast to you now
It’s all sham pain

I barely get to eat and when I finally get to sleep / I get drug out of bed for another meet-and-greet
I shake the hand of every fan, put on a happy face / Spread so fucking thin, I’m all over the place
I hate riding on the bus, hate flying in the planes / Sedate myself just to kill the pain
I have no life / forgot the hope
The whole thing’s turned into one big joke

All in all it’s a good life / I got what I want
I can’t complain
I’m living the good life / A toast to you now
It’s all sham pain

I mean no disrespect, but I ain’t picking up the check
Taking selfies on your phone while you’re breathing down my neck
It’s getting pretty fucking old and I’m almost nearly done
I’m glad you’re fucking happier when I was number one!

I’m living the good life / A toast to you now
It’s all sham pain
All and all it’s a good life / I got what I want
I can’t complain
I’m living the good life / A toast to you now
It’s all sham pain

Bhad Bhabie – Roll In Peace Remix lyrics

[Intro]
First, they gone mention my age
Then they gone mention my race
Hit 4 million views in a day
They should admire the pace
Came from the bottom for real
Boynton beach used to be home
Now I’m in the Hollywood Hills
And more than ever in the zone

[Verse]
But now I can’t roll in peace
TMZ following me
Everybody want the scoop
Wish you’d bitches let me breathe
Only 5 foot but I’m all savage
Knock a bitch out on the airline
Yelling fuck Spirit, hope them hoes hear it
And I’ll let you have it like it ain’t mine
I don’t pick up at the landline
When they bring me up you better @ mine
I’m pulling up in a Panamera with a pink slip so you know its mine
My daddy ain’t buy it he left me in private and tried to come back when he seen I was shining
But fuck him I’m grinding “These Heaux” on the charts and it’s climbing just wait till a bitch going diamond
Red hair don’t care
Catching stares everywhere like what the problem is
How you hatin’ with your grown ass when I’m 14 and got my mama rich
I’ll go out right now and they taking pics I remember when they didn’t give a shit
Wasn’t looking twice when I was Danielle now its Bhad Bhabie all up in this bitch
Your artist scared of my brand
Suck my dick that’s all that I’m saying
All these artist hating online like it’s me that’s stopping they shine
Get you some money my bodyguard raking 200 a year you broke and you bummy I don’t wanna hear it got over a million endorsements
Why you thirsty for importance
I call it quits on the Xan’s
It’s had me too slow on my hands
Now I ain’t losing again
Test me I’m proving to win
They wanna see me in jail
Good luck with seeing me fail
I know the courts is corrupted
But I won’t be in no cell
They tryna’ make an example
I say I’ll set it myself
Said I was too disrespectful
Putting my mama through hell
FYI we doing well
And I got the mortgage secure
And they gonna hate me for sure
And all of these hundreds my cure
Young rich and I’m outta control
Making bands like I’m out on the road
Dodging 12 yelling fuck the trial
Balling out like it’s all that I know
I let em hate cause I know that they broke
My wave coming betta’ go with the flow
See em sinking while I stay afloat
Pay attention I can show you the ropes

[Outro]
First, they gone mention my age
Then they gone mention my race
Hit 4 million views in a day
They should admire the pace
You should be minding your place
Why is you all in my face
Yeah I’m young and I’m rich and I’m small but I’m big

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck lyrics

Ear Drummers
Jxm

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brinks truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ on me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (woah)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A, nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (woah)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that sh*t never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a mothaf*ckin’ prodigy (Jxm)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ streak (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brinks truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
100 yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
10,000 dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm)

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Jxm’

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
One-hundred yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
Ten-thousand dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Verse 1]
You know these bitches checkin’ on me
In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (whoa)
I can walk on water
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm’)

[Verse 2]
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (whoa)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
I make they bitch come and swallow me
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
Teacher said that I’m a motherfuckin’ prodigy (Jxm’)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm’)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ streak (we winnin’, my nigga)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me

[Chorus]
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
One-hundred yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
Ten-thousand dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)

[Refrain]
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm’)

Kodak Black & Plies – Too Much Money (Uncensored)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Like you niggas ain’t even doing shit
You niggas running around here
Talking about a nigga hating on you
But real shit though dog it’s too much money out here to be hating

[Hook: Kodak Black]
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but I dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
You know Ima keep it 1k bruh
One hunnid, it ain’t in there
You ain’t real, don’t say none
Who let fooly in here?
You been shooting that tooly
Peeling, wheeling and tooling
I get stupid stupid
I might keep that woolley
I just got the bag and ran through it
Got it back and threw it
All of the young niggas know what’s winning
I’m trynna watch my man do it
He’s a track star, I just ran into him
She’s a fast broad, I just ran into her
He’s a bastard, where’s his dad going
Bust his ass son, you your daddy son
That’s a Nascar, watch him blast off
That’s a fast car, I hop out Jaguar

[Hook: Kodak Black]
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep but i dont speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Come through with that ray
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance

[Verse 2: Plies]
[?]
Y’all hating I’m at the cliff boy
I already made the money
They cave me the way
I don’t even know why you dissing for
Everyone know I got 16 cars
I don’t even know why you tripping for
You already know I’m fucking your lady
I don’t even know why you hit me for
I keep money in all four of my pockets
Fake real clean I don’t award nobody
Why I keep the bag, I don’t short nobody
Pill kicked in I got Xan in my body
I can buy a Bugatti now
I swear I’m a savage lil nigga, you know I don’t care
I got so many clothes, don’t know what I would wear
I’m on the one-way [?]
Hoes fuck around like TMZ
All white on me like CMG
Everyday I’m living like PNB
Got a Benz in the yard that’s a AMG
Pick a nigga bitch on INT
Ball on your ass like CP3
Everyday know me, don’t need a ID
You the police like CPD

[Hook: Kodak Black]
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep when Ion speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Come through with that ray gun
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance (ay)
Too much money out here
Too much money out here to be hating (yea)
Peep when Ion speak, I see that shit but I don’t say none (yea)
Come through with that ray gun
Come through, come through with that ray gun
Free cologne baby, you dig what i’m saying, she love my fragrance

No Malice – So Woke (Let The Dead Bury The Dead Album)

You either God fearing or God damned
I’m just here to tell it, I ain’t giving a goddamn
Whether you believe, I’mma leave that in God’s hands
As for me, I’m ready to die, I won’t ever a ‘Pac fan
Ain’t a Hail Mary that will get you in them gates, nah
Ain’t no one exempt either, not even the greats
Not even elevators, are we able to escape
You can’t take it with ya, not even your estate
Your money no good here
Treat the feds like TMZ, ain’t nothing to see here
I won’t confess to police or to the priest
‘Cause ain’t e’rbody a saint, Fleur-de-lis
25 to life for a mere quarter ki
Thanks to Tamir, I know what you pigs think of me
Silly me, for believing my life mattered
Not guilty and that’s after we got it on camera
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke (what you talking ’bout?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke (is anybody else seeing this?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke (what you talking ’bout?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke (is anybody else seeing this?)
Why must we all suffer for the actions of a few?
Mind of the oppressor playing God, pick and choose
Bet Dallas ain’t know that kinda chickens come to roost
A tree fall the way it lean, that’s from Dr. Seuss
Elementary, like one and one is two
Maybe next time we might just wanna think before we shoot
I heard it was a killing in Orlando
Media playing our heart strings like a banjo
All lives matter, try telling that to Philando
I don’t think they really cared, nobody played a banjo
Rambo, first blood, we ain’t draw it
Slaughtered right in front of the daughter, we all saw it
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke (what you talking ’bout?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke (is anybody else seeing this?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke (what you talking ’bout?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke (is anybody else seeing this?)
How you mad now with your president-elect?
Seen once, seen him all, what the heck did you expect
Super predator working on your third arrest
Just to throw away the key, how quickly we forget
Lesser of the evils, ain’t that a song to sing
Well I voted for the greater just to see the hell it bring
Trump or Rodham, either way, it’s Sodom
Resist or comply, either way, they shot him
Dropped him where he stood, ain’t no second chances
Didn’t get a trial, let alone his mere Mirandas
Seen it from a child, now you can’t undo the damage
So even if they sway the votes, you ain’t got the answers
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke (what you talking ’bout?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke (is anybody else seeing this?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke, I’m so woke (what you talking ’bout?)
I’m so woke, I’m so woke
I’m so woke (is anybody else seeing this?)

Dae Dae – Just Sayin Lyrics

[Chorus]
Fuck her when I wanna, turn up when I wanna
Laugh in the corner, smokin’ marijuana
Tear up comma, three stacks, day I got it
Killed ’em with them bales on, I got cajun Gotti
Packs on me, showin’ love to me, I ain’t trippin’ ’bout it
Imagine, if you fuck me, better tell nobody
‘Cause back then I was nothin’, now I’m really poppin’
And the facts in, them other niggas flex and they ain’t really got it

[Verse 1]
Cap they neck
Why he keep that Calico? ‘Cause niggas hatin’ on the low
Nigga please, I’m different breed, white tee, I’m still street
Bite, if you TMZ, hi, D-A-E-D-A-E
Night, she gon’ ride with me, enlight with love life, homie
Voodoo type make you thick, baby
Don’t be shy when you’re around me
I got hundreds, I got rapper weed
I got shooters, they gon’ ride for me
Couple poodles for my bitch and mama
I can’t lose, I know what they on

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep the taillights every day
Me, I get high every day
Can’t believe I’m alive, I’m okay
Play with me, you gon’ die, we don’t play
I’m just sayin’ though

[Chorus]
Fuck her when I wanna, turn up when I wanna
Laugh in the corner, smokin’ marijuana
Tear up comma, three stacks, day I got it
Killed ’em with them bales on, I got cajun Gotti
Packs on me, showin’ love to me, I ain’t trippin’ ’bout it
Imagine, if you fuck me, better tell nobody
‘Cause back then I was nothin’, now I’m really poppin’
And the facts in, them other niggas flex and they ain’t really got it

[Verse 2]
What? Pack came in
Money counter, brrrt, beep
Nigga count up, he
Scrape the pot, extra cheese, off the lot, you know me
Off the top, Eazy E, I fuck with opps, they cool with me
Blue locks, they know it’s me, blue dooly with the dark tints
Blue [?] with the extended [?]
Blue strips stuffed in these [?]
Bad bitch, you know she Crippin’
Bad bitch, come ride with me
Bad bitch is down with it
Facts, I ain’t got time for this

[Pre-Chorus]
Keep the taillights every day
Me, I get high every day
Can’t believe I’m alive, I’m okay
Play with me, you gon’ die, we don’t play
I’m just sayin’ though

[Chorus]
Fuck her when I wanna, turn up when I wanna
Laugh in the corner, smokin’ marijuana
Tear up comma, three stacks, day I got it
Killed ’em with them bales on, I got cajun Gotti
Packs on me, showin’ love to me, I ain’t trippin’ ’bout it
Imagine, if you fuck me, better tell nobody
‘Cause back then I was nothin’, now I’m really poppin’
And the facts in, them other niggas flex and they ain’t really got it

Meek Mill – Open (feat. Verse Simmonds) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 1: Meek Mil]
Yeah, fucking you like I just got out the pen
I got you open like I got the pin
Fly out the city and I’ll fly you in
Girl, yeah, she bought her homie and I got a friend
She throw it back, dirty whining again
Instant replay, I rewind it again
Shawty bust it open, lay it down
Had to brush up on it, tell her say it now
Niggas hatin’ on me, throwin’ shade now
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money and I’m paid now
Had to run it up, on my way now
Only jealous ’cause them niggas lay it down
Got her in a Maybach with her pants down
Put the curtains up and put your head down
Do a headstand, put your ass up
If the pussy good, I get a cash out
If you fucking with me, better answer
Balling in the city like I’m a Raptor
She be only fucking with the trappers
Know the hatin’ shit ain’t gettin’ past us
‘Cause you only told her that I only want to hit it
Preachin’ to the choir, you the baddest (Ohh)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 2: Verse Simmonds]
Shawty, keep it open like what’s happenin [??]
We might make a scene and shoot that movie wherever
I’m gonna write my name on my tongue, tongue, tongue
All over your body, yeah I know what you want
Keeps them legs up in the air
All this room in the Panemera, girl, that’s enough for me
I know we just did it, like do it again, girl, that wasn’t enough for me
All these tender kisses, all the way, girl
Then I put them kisses below your waistline
You know I don’t play around
Do you better than the last time
Going it like Curry from the baseline
Triple up and dip it low, lay it down
Hit it like I just got out of facetime
Got her thanking mama for that ass now
Got her thanking daddy ’cause you classy
Got her thanking mouth ’cause you nasty

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lil’ fish talk (Ah ha ha)
Ah, told her that I would protect her
Went to the jeweler, Patek’d her
Patek Phillipe, she grabbing it deep
She caught it like OD Beckham, pause
Had it, but she never let ’em, ah
Hit it ’cause I do it better, ah
I’m in here, changing the weather, ah
Level up, change for the better, ah
Fuck around and be on TMZ
Paparazzi popping when you be with me
I be flexin’ on ’em like it’s GNC see
Got that bomb, bomb, call you T.N.T
Only pom-poms when the wall in
Talking bron-bron when I hit the three
Got you open when we coastin’
Talking wraith talk when we rolling like

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

Open – Meek Mill feat. Verse Simmonds lyrics

Lyrics Meek Mill – Open

Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

Yeah, f*cking you like I just got out the pen
I got you opeeen like I got the pin
Fly out the city and I’ll fly you in
Girl, yeah, she bought her homie and I got a friend
She throw it back, dirty whining again
Instant replay, I rewind it again
Shawty bust it opeeen, lay it down
Had to brush up on it, tell her say it now
Niggas hatin’ on me, throwin’ shade now
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money and I’m paid now
Had to run it up, on my way now
Only jealous ’cause them niggas lay it down
Got her in a Maybach with her pants down
Put the curtains up and put your head down
Do a headstand, put your a*s up
If the p***y good, I get a cash out
If you f*cking with me, better answer
Balling in the six like I’m a Raptor
She be only f*cking with the trappers
Know the hatin’ s**t ain’t gettin’ past us
‘Cause you only told her that I only want to hit it
Preachin’ to the choir, you the baddest.

Baby, just opeeen, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide opeeen
You can opeeen wide, you can take it off
opeeen, opeeen, baby just opeeen
Can you keep it opeeen?

Shawty, keep it opeeen like it’s 7/11
We might make a scene and shoot that movie wherever
I’m gonna write my name on my tongue, tongue, tongue
All over your body, yeah I know what you want
Keeps them legs up in the air versuri-lyrics.info
All this room in the Panemera, girl, that’s enough for me
I know we just did it, like do it again, girl, that wasn’t enough for me
All these tender kisses, all the way, girl
Then I put them kisses below your waistline
You know I don’t play around
Do you better than the last time
Going it like Curry from the baseline
Triple up and dip it low, lay it down
Hit it like I just got out of facetime
Got her thanking mama for that a*s now
Got her thanking daddy ’cause you classy
Got her thanking mouth ’cause you nasty.

Baby, just opeeen, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide opeeen
You can opeeen wide, you can take it off
opeeen, opeeen, baby just opeeen
Can you keep it opeeen?

Lil’ fish talk (Ah ha ha)
Ah, told her that I would protect her
Went to the jeweler, Patek’d her
Patek Phillipe, she grabbing it deep
She caught it like OD Beckham, pause
Had it, but she never let ’em, ah
Hit it ’cause I do it better, ah
I’m in here, changing the weather, ah
Level up, change for the better, ah
f*ck around and be on TMZ
Paparazzi popping when you be with me
I be flexin’ on ’em like it’s GNC see
Got that bomb, bomb, call you T.N.T
Only pom-poms when the wall in
Talking bron-bron when I hit the three
Got you opeeen when we coastin’
Talking wraith talk when we rolling like.

Baby, just opeeen, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide opeeen
You can opeeen wide, you can take it off
opeeen, opeeen, baby just opeeen
Can you keep it opeeennn?

Meek Mill lyrics
Video Meek Mill

Vince Staples – Love Can Be… (Big Fish Theory Album)

[Intro: Damon Albarn]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be

[Verse 1: Kilo Kish]
Love can be a lot, so maybe not
You can give me all the cash you got
Let me take those keys around the block
Make some memories on daddy’s yacht
I’m so over you
You talk a lot of shit, unamused
Ain’t putting on the ritz for no dude
I can finish you, I can fill them shoes
You know my name, I’m not your babe
What’s that you’re saying? I don’t speak lame
You know my name, I’m not your babe
If you’re thinking of calling, kindly refrain

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Wannabes buzzing
Girls love the lifestyle
So prone to clubbing
Come alive when the night’s out
Just crashed a sports car
So much for fast life
Phone calls from loves lost
Tryna get back right

[Bridge: Ray J]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be, yeah
Love can be so disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be, yeah
Love can be

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Tell the world I want my Uchies
Dodge the groupies, them don’t move me
Uchies moved me somewhere cozy
Uchies never leave me lonely
Call my phone, say she horny, want me
I can make time or I can make money
I’ma keep countin’, count me out, shawty
Never let a bitch Lil Bow Wow me
Never finna weekend raise my seed
Baby mama drama on the TMZ
Alimony money for the nails and weave
Nail me to the cross like that boy JC
Chuckin’ up the deuce like the boy Chris Breeze
But we don’t suwoop on the six-five street
Riding down the shoreline, tank on E
No shotgun seat, this dick ain’t free

[Outro: Vince Staples & Damon Albarn]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be

Vince Staples – Love Can Be… (feat. Ray J, Damon Albarn & Kilo Kish) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro: Damon Albarn]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be

[Verse 1: Kilo Kish]
Love can be a lot, so maybe not
You can give me all the cash you got
Let me take those keys around the block
Make some memories on daddy’s yacht
I’m so over you
You talk a lot of shit, unamused
Ain’t putting on the ritz for no dude
I can finish you, I can fill them shoes
You know my name, I’m not your babe
What’s that you’re saying? I don’t speak lame
You know my name, I’m not your babe
If you’re thinking of calling, kindly refrain

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Wannabes buzzing
Girls love the lifestyle
So prone to clubbing
Come alive when the night’s out
Just crashed a sports car
So much for fast life
Phone calls from loves lost
Tryna get back right

[Bridge: Ray J]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be, yeah
Love can be so disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be, yeah
Love can be

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]
Tell the world I want my Uchies
Dodge the groupies, them don’t move me
Uchies moved me somewhere cozy
Uchies never leave me lonely
Call my phone, say she horny, want me
I can make time or I can make money
I’ma keep countin’, count me out, shawty
Never let a bitch Lil Bow Wow me
Never finna weekend raise my seed
Baby mama drama on the TMZ
Alimony money for the nails and weave
Nail me to the cross like that boy JC
Chuckin’ up the deuce like the boy Chris Breeze
But we don’t suwoop on the six-five street
Riding down the shoreline, tank on E
No shotgun seat, this dick ain’t free

[Outro: Vince Staples & Damon Albarn]
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be
Love can be disheartening, darling
Love can be
Love can be

Lil Durk & Dej Loaf – The One

[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I like her demeanor (Let’s get it)
Like French and Trina
Like Nicki and Meek, like Drake and Serena (L’s)
Like Bobby and Whitney she havin’ henny while I be leanin’ (drank)
We can buy it like a snake, no TMZ, this other shit easy (Let’s get it, L’s)
I’ma eat it like I’m posed to, stop I can shine know you want to
Teach me how to do it you my coach too (my coach too)
And If you don’t I’ma coach you (coach you)
Let’s hit the bar take more shots (more shots)
Put the phones off, take yo’ clothes off
Make sure the doors locked, eat it ’til you cum when yo’ toes lock
Had to put my ex on the block list, can’t nobody hate can’t stop this (can’t stop this)
Can’t nobody hate we at the top of this (the top of this)
And she look good when she topless
Yeah, and she look good when she topless (yeah yea yea yea yea)
I want this shit forever ever
Don’t want you to leave never
No overseas ’cause I’ma felon (Let’s get it)
Can’t get away baby
OTF get it gang baby (gang gang)
And you know they name chasin’
And you know they fame chasin’
Ain’t no nigga like me

[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
I used to party all night, party all day
Now I’m sittin’ at home with you baby
Taught me up got me trained
Lazy love got me hate
It’s that real shit
We step out this cuts
He don’t really like the cameras
He don’t wanna go to war
He got me spoiled, hustlin’ is his sport
Had to play off when he got me
He like when I play with my fingers
It don’t matter them new gold Huaraches
He like how I sound like (?)
He know I ain’t in it for fame
You know I’ve really been poppin’
I’m workin’ real hard for my name (DeJ)
I take on my cup and sit on his lap
(?) them bitches starin’ at us
He here for a reason bitch stop tryin’ to guess when he chillin’ with me, ay bitch stop tryin’ text
The makeup apperance and that smile is tellin’ me about yo’ convo let me put you to rest
I knew he was different he got his own check, a savage, all of them tats on yo’ neck
I had it, I ain’t have to pay for it
It’s mine, I really put in leg work and so you want it
I’ma make you beg for it, nigga please, give me what I asked for
All of them hoes that you had ain’t got shit me either
And most of this niggas want the fame and they ain’t own shit either

[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

[Outro: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
I just want the money fuck the fame
When we got together they couldn’t believe it
I want you for you so fuck a name
Right up in their faces they ain’t even see us
I’m sippin’ lean just to ease the pain
Ride for each other let’s call it even
I wanna nut don’t be afraid
We too real they can’t beat us
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one
I know she’s the one
I know he’s the one

Nick Cannon – If I Was Your Man (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro: Jeremih]
Ohhhhh
If I was your man I would even cook it right
Baby we could fuck all night, baby

[Verse 1: Nick Cannon]
Nah, mama, I ain’t shit
Nah, mama, I ain’t shit
Toyed with you in 2006
It’s been 10 years she’s still on my dick, haa
And I love you for that
TMZ, she ain’t fuckin’ with that
Girl you lookin’ gooder than governor check
Where the ladies with the good pussy at?
Where the ladies with the good pussy at?
Head to the back swagged out lookin’ like chilly
All my down hoes still kick it with me
All the hood rats still kick it for me

[Hook: Jeremih + (Nick Cannon)]
If I was your man I would even cook it right
(Heat it up, heat it up)
We could fuck all night, oh yeah
(Beat it up, beat it up)
If I was your man I would never tell a lie (nah)
No reason to make you cry (nah)

[Interlude: Nick Cannon]
Look I know I fucked up
But I’m just sayin’ I’m a man and I could be your ex too

[Verse 2: Nick Cannon]
Nah mama, I ain’t shit
Nah mama, I ain’t shit
I know I’m looking fly in my whip
But I ain’t shit
Nick ain’t the type nigga to say I’m sorry
Give her joystick like she playin’ Atari
Nick been pimpin’ since she playin’ with Barbie
The rich nigga with bitches, what the haters call me
The rich nigga with bitches, what the haters call me
The rich nigga with bitches, what the haters call me
Back then she ain’t want me now she all up on me
Back then she ain’t want me now she all up on me

[Hook: Jeremih + (Nick Cannon)]
If I was your man I would even cook it right
(Heat it up, heat it up)
We could fuck all night, oh yeah
(Beat it up, beat it up)
If I was your man I would never tell a lie (nah)
No reason to make you cry (nah)
If I was your man I would even cook it right
(Heat it up, heat it up)
We could fuck all night, oh yeah
(Beat it up, beat it up)
If I was your man I would never tell a lie (nah)
No reason to make you cry (nah)