Ty Dolla

Yellow Claw – In My Room lyrics

(feat. DJ Mustard, Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
We can do anything all your wildest dreams
Goin’ up in my room
I know you a freak
Let’s party let’s drink
Then go to my room
Shake it fast to the beat
I know you wanna lead straight to my room
You all I wanna see
Come follow me straight to my room

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
See you there
I see you there
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go
I want you to want me to care
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Follow me to my room a long way from the front door
The front door’s a long way from the driveway
My place far, about an hour out, but 458’s like catchin’ a flight bae
Coco white, you know my smile bae
Wanna ride the boy, yippee-yo-kai-ay
Made her feel so good, she thought I was Kanye
But I’m T-Raww and my room’s on the beach ma

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
I can be a real treat, I’ll be goin’ real deep
In my room
I put that ass to sleep, put your hands on your feet
In my room
I already said you’se a freak but don’t be using no teeth
In my room
Got some things I could teach ya girl, I’m a dog with no leash
In my room

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I see you there
I see you there
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go
I want you to want me to care
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go

Zaytoven – What You Think lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Mac Miller – Cinderella lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, $ign
Oh no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no ($ign)
Aye—

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in line
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams, that’s why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you
Just to leave you behind
I told you, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be fine
The type of thing I heard it happen all the time
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin’ me high
Said nothin’ better than the first time
I’ll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don’t have to spend another second on this Earth dry
Wet you like a rebel, go a second and a third time
Left you up a verse mind
And when you hungry, I can chef you up a stir fry
Get you some dessert wine, elevate yah third eye
First prize, Nobel, get a piece
Your clothes off, turn around, let me see

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, okay I came up with a plan, it was take you by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Soon as we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music, started dancing
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved it to the floor
You started getting crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
I thought you was an angel, now you yellin’ to the Lord
You used to tell me all the time I ain’t your type
Now you always wanna spend the night
Now I’m doing everything you like
When I’m inside your pussy, damn it feels so right
Yeah, but I still respect the game
Every time I’m out of line you always set me straight
The sex is great, for Heaven’s sake I need it every day
I yell your name, Cinderella
Never gonna find nobody better, all my life…

[Hook: Ty Dolla Sign]
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Hey now, I’m saying
My only way out is the way in
I won’t stop ’til you’re mine, no way
Well all my days now, they changin’
I got angels, no more Satan
Looks like God’s on my side, this time
Well, I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day, write you letters
It’s only right that right after love, I write my name
If it’s forever or never, it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better hen that weather isn’t rain, yeah
Ooh Cinderella, don’t you run out of time
It feels like you’ve been taking all day
Wherever you came from, wherever you going
I promise I’m not far behind, yeah
So don’t you dare throw this away
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day, write you letters
It’s only right that right after love, I write my name
If it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain

Ty Dolla $ign – Pineapple (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo) lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
CashMoneyAP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, beach house to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, I’ma beat her back out
Coupe yellow, watch yellow, riding ’round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezel, Miss Lady, got her shit together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple Lola
Might drive a ‘Rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
I’ma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet (yeah)
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
All of a sudden
Y’all niggas ballin’ and stuntin’ (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

Ty Dolla $ign – Love U Better (feat. Lil Wayne & The-Dream) lyrics

[Intro]
…head, all night long
You wanted me to love
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pull up on your girl with my roof gone
I’ma pull up on your girl with my jewels on
Pull up on your girl with that heat on
And she ain’t know if it’s a Dolla or a Dream song
First I beat it from the back, she on top now
She used to wanna leave, but she not now
She used to wanna be with you, but nigga, not now
It’s kinda funny how she put herself on lockdown
And now you talkin’ that blah-blah-blah
I’m up here bonin’ that la-la-la
Gave it to her, made her scream, “Da-da-da”
And now you wanna act all rah-rah-rah rah-rah-rah

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Girl, you should know that
I’ma fall asleep in it, popped a whole Xan
If you gettin’ cold feet, I’ll make the snow sand
I’ma rest in peace in it, pop a toe tag
Pull up on her in an Uber, that’s how I maneuver
Turn this D into a B+ and I’m her tutor
Turn a B into a D cup, hallelujah
Got her clappin’, yeah she booby-trappin’ out at Hooter’s
Treat the little lollipop like Lollapalooza
I’m the one to introduce her, kama to sutra
Say she a cougar when it comes to Young Mula
12 gauge, girl, Tunechi ’bout to one-two ya

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, ooh, yeah
Oh, oh
No, he can’t love you
Oh, he can’t love you, love you, love you like I do
Oh, no he can’t love you

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(Hm, 4Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
Right Now Sound, Yeah
Sound, Sound!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, “12 Play” with the foreplay

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (Skrt)
I’m on jet skis with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me, I text her, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

Ty Dolla $ign – Droptop In The Rain (feat. Tory Lanez) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop
Hitmaka
Droptop
Droptop, skrrt
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Hop out, droptop
Won’t stop, won’t stop, ball out
Put it in the deep end
Soon as I send it
Living with no regrets

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Let me get you throwed up
I’ll get you poured up
Shoppin’ in south, baby
I know we goin’ up
Ooh yeah, top down in the rain
You’s a freak and girl I see you
Keep it honest, drop it on me, oh

[Refrain: Tory Lanez]
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Tory Lanez]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Yeah, yeah
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

Ty Dolla $ign – Famous lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna make it
Everybody tryna get somewhere
Everybody wants attention
Want you to know that they’re standing right there
So many stars, they just wanna be up there with them
So they can shine bright and show the world how they fit in
They want their name in the lights
Wanna be on your flatscreen
They wanna sign autographs, all the important things

[Chorus]
Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain’t worried ’bout who they steppin’ on, no
Just as long as they race the top
They don’t wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous
Ooh, they just wanna be famous

[Verse 2]
Everybody wants to be accepted
Accepted by all of your love
Just a couple likes from you (you)
Will be more than enough
They don’t wanna work all day, they wanna make it overnight
Just to look good in public until they spend their last dimes

[Chorus]
‘Cause everybody wants to be famous, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain’t worried ’bout who they steppin’ on, no
Just as long as they race the top
They don’t wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous (wanna be famous)
Ooh, they just wanna be famous (anyway, anyhow)

[Outro]
They just wanna be around
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Still wanna be famous
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh

Ty Dolla $ign – Stare (feat. Pharrell Williams & Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t bite niggas
All the shit that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ O’s to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ weed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Ty Dolla $ign – All The Time lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, no, no
Right now
Hitmaka
Sound sound sound sound sound sound sound sound sound

[Chorus]
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’
I think about you all the time
Got me right here waitin’
Bet you ain’t know you was my baby (that’s my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Fuck up a check on a Rolex, run up the digits (digits)
Fuck up the bed, left it a mess, do you remember? (Remember)
You was the best, you was the best, and I’m retaining, oooh

[Pre-Chorus]
Got you doin’ things you said you never would, would, would
Call you late at night, I ain’t no good, good, good
Pull up, eat that pussy, that’s a pussy diet (diet)
Most these niggas pussy, they won’t try it

[Chorus]
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’
I think about you all the time
Got me right here waitin’
Bet you ain’t know you was my baby (that’s my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Roll up, lil’ baby, roll up
I’ve been waitin’ all night for this very moment
I was thinkin’, “Right now”
You was thinkin’, “Hold up”
You’re fuckin’ with me for no reason
Just like Controlla

[Pre-Chorus]
I got you doin’ things you said you never would, would, would
Call you late at night, I ain’t no good, good, good
Pull up on that pussy, ’cause that pussy’s bomb (try it)
Doin’ all the things your new nigga won’t

[Chorus]
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’ (waitin’)
I think about you all the time (yeah)
Got me right here waitin’
Like you ain’t know you was my baby (that’s my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’ (waitin’)
I think about you all the time (time)
Got me right here waitin’
Bet you ain’t know you was my baby
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy, yeah

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih) lyrics

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
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 & Jeremih]
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: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[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 & Jeremih]
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
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee) lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things, yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things, yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now
Rollie flood the VVS, 50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones right here

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’ through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you judge me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two-piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liquor right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Every day, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high streak
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
Go ahead, some lies on your face
What about him, you didn’t love him anyway
Look how much you made
Goes for you but not look shit, you got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to fuck on your face
Love you more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my afterlife, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, but, this shit aight

Ty Dolla $ign – In Your Phone (feat. Lauren Jauregui) lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha
Dun De-e-e-e-al

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (wrong)
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone (oh)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
You wanna jump in the ‘Rari
Show me your passport
I can be out in your past calls
You be all on my nerves
But your love is the best
But you already do more
But I want you to say less
Chic-chic boom, too many problems
You been doomed, too many wild thoughts
Yeah, sometimes you a challenge
I wanna even the score
I want madness

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lauren Jauregui]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do me wrong)

[Verse 2: Lauren Jauregui]
Tick tick on you, too many others
When I’m in the room, I feel the eyes on me
Got some nerve saying I’m the challenge
But I know, I know that you know, I’ve been damaged
You be honest, your love is the best
But I get so in my head when you keep shit to yourself
Why you always in your phone? Can’t you talk to me?
‘Cause I know that you need it more then I’m out this crib, I can’t ignore

[Chorus: Lauren Jauregui + Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong

Ty Dolla $ign – Lil Favorite (feat. MadeinTYO) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah
Sound, sound, sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, I can’t trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I fuck around, that’s why she keep ignorin’ me
You tyin’ up my line, but baby, that’s the old me
I’m dealin’ with a lot, this liquor keep on pouring
I beat a case, they tried to make me do the whole thing
So when you say you love me, girl, you gotta show me

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it, so I don’t end up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, said I fuck around, I swear that’s what she told me
All she wanna do is lay up and on me
Got a bag, then we blew it all together
Got a bag, then we ran up that Margiela
Put lil’ shawty in a pearl and diamond necklace
Got a Porsche and I dri-ive reckless (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it so I’m down and up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’, wishin’ on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, Louis on her belt, never leave her by herself
Ooh, diamonds too damn cold, they’ll never melt (bling blaow)
Playin’ Speaker Knockerz on my lonely (skrrt skrrt)
She my lil’ favorite, that’s my homie (yuh)
Bands in my pocket, yeah you know I got it (yuh)
That’s my lil’ favorite bih, don’t stop it (ooh)
She be rockin’ Prada with Balenciaga (sauce)
Pull up in that foreign playin’ Lady Gaga (skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

Ty Dolla $ign – So Am I (feat. Damian Marley & Skrillex) lyrics

[Intro: Damian Marley]
I don’t know if this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I (yeah)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll make this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
(Put it on her tongue, yeah)
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Damian Marley]
And if you’re searching for the truth, but you’re so smart that you obvious know a lie
Baby, so am I
You’re sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
Baby, so am I
And if you’re searching for somebody who is willing to stay more than overnight
Baby, so am I
And if you needing some support, instead of someone coming home to pick a fight
Baby, so am I

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I
(Yeah, owee)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you’re happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Roots, roots
Too real to the roots
Roots, roots, roots
Too real to the roots

Ty Dolla $ign – Drugs (feat. Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh yeah
Right now sounds

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
You know we pop champagne and Rosé
Spilled that shit all on my Balmain
Yeah, jump in with the campaign, yeah
Popping Xans on aeroplanes
We all cruise through, we got red leather
Whip that wrist on your bitch and make her head better
She been having too much fun, she a bad weather
Save me with that [?] and look back at it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
(Young Khalifa, man)
Walkin’ straight into the club, been here with all of my thugs
I said I’m rollin’ up drugs, told her it is what it is and it was what it was
She leave with me just because, say she in need of some love
And if Khalifa the one, hit her so good that she don’t wanna leave in the mornin’
Got your own girl, yeah, I know you grown
You came here alone ’cause you don’t get along with your home girl
Diamonds, they all on me dancin’, I’m like just what is the chance
To pick you up sometime and show you that I am the man
I really don’t care for them bands, I’m spendin’ them, baby girl

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah (that’s kinda hard, bro)
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs (yeah, aw, c’mon Khalifa)
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Hit you with that 23, roll a brown when you’re on your back
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

Ty Dolla $ign – Simple lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Hello?)
Right now sound
Hitmaka

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Riding me like she ride the beat
Top double G, Chanel on her feet
Ghost ride the Wraith, house on my name
Hotel on my wrist, that be that Patek, yeah
Blow 100 bands ’cause I fuck with it
Pull up in the Benz ’cause I fuck with that bitch
Living thug life ’cause that shit chose me
Gh-gh-ghost all white and your bitch in here with me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, you love Dolla tonight, mmm
Hmm, oh, we fucking tonight?
Bottom line, I just need me some top, mmm
Pull up in the Uber, you might leave in the drop, ooh
Pretty bitch named Lexus
Hit her in the dressing room at Saks Fifth
I like that, double tapped it
Had her doing backflips on the mattress
I just showed her

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (Yo Gotti)]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple (ayy, make it simple, shawty)
I don’t want no maybe (I am)
I just wanna make it simple (yeah)
I don’t want no maybe (yeah)
Baby girl, just make it simple (I am)
Don’t want a maybe, oh (Gotti)
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
We don’t gotta make it complex, old school on Sunset
Tryna leave my street life but huh, I done done it
Ex bitch left, just so she could run back
Say I make her wet when I ask her where my gun at
I like her simple with no makeup on
Told her I’m just tryna take her home
Yeah, I fuck around and changed her life
I motivate you and I fuck you right
Why you overthinking, thinking?
Why you overthinking? Shit’s simple
Baby, I’m the last real nigga
She don’t fuck with rappers, me neither [?] come
Livin’ life on the edge but we fuckin’ with a condom
Ridin’ Presidential, baby, you ain’t with no bumper
I got special sauce, baby, I come from Wakanda
My Lambo’ a black panther, Dolla $ign and Gotti, it’s a new anthem
Baby, you the shit, Pamper

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

Ty Dolla $ign – Actress (feat. R. Kelly) lyrics

[Intro]
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress

[Verse 1 : Ty Dolla $ign]
The director in this bitch, blockbuster in this bitch
Sex producer, lights, camera, action in this bitch
We all off in this bitch, and I’m all off in that ass
I’m way past the speed limit, yeah I’m driving it fast
Somethin’ out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me

[Hook : Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly]
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good

[Verse 2 : R. Kelly]
Health club in this bitch
We working out in this bitch
Crazy sex, get ignorant, that’s going dumb in this bitch
Yeah she’s a star out this flick
Give her five stars in this bitch
Shawty know the whole routine, she ain’t gotta practice this shit
Some out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me

[Hook : Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly] (2x)
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good

[Bridge]
So good, so good, she’s so good
She remind me a Holly, a Meagan Good, Angelina for sure
Julia, Keri, Gabrielle, Taraji, Sanaa and Google your mind for an actress
(Vocals)

[Outro]
– TC : Hey so you did this [?]
– Ty $ : It was alright
– French Montana : What up dawg?
– Ty $ : Wuzhanin?
[?]
[?]
– Ty $ : Talked to my bro doin’ these interludes and shit he locked up
– French Montana : Oh yeah
– Ty $ : Hey bro’ it’s French Montana
– TC : Montana!
(They all laugh)
– French Montana : Haaaan! What’s up man?
– TC : [?]
– Ty $ : Hell yeah
– French Montana : That’s wassup my nigga, hold it down nigga. Got real niggas fucking with you
– TC : [?]
– French Montana : Haaaan!
– Ty $ : [?]
– French Montana : Wassup you good?
– Ty $ : I’m chilling man [?]
– TC : So… huh
– French Montana : [?]
– Ty $ : Alright
– French Montana : [?]
– Ty $ : O-oh for sure I got you
– Ty $ : Hell yeah, hey sup bro?
– TC : Yeah
– Ty $ : How long y’all can have the phone?
– TC : Euh… we should have it untill nine o’clock
– Ty $ : Alright
– TC : Just call back
– Ty $ : [?] shit
– TC : Alright I love you
– Ty $ : Love you

[Kanye West [?] Speaks]
At midnight the genius stroke the fuck outta you
Baby girl you hit this the wrong way it choke the fuck outta you
I rap you in these sheets and smoke the fuck outta you
Hit you with this D properly and turn the clock outta you
Maybe in the morning I can get a buck outta you
If your credit is on point get a truck outta you
Do the fuck I gotta do, you a fan

Ty Dolla $ign – Side Effects lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, nno)
Safe from the side effects, no

Ty Dolla $ign – Message In A Bottle lyrics

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 1]
Henny in my system
In here with the pistol
Middle finger to a hater
And any nigga with him
I just came to blow a couple bands
Hoes know I’m the man
Lil’ baby on a Xan
Rollin’ up a strand
‘Bout to get high enough to make my ears pop
It’s too strong for that Ziploc
They like, “You gon’ get us kicked out”
Seen the huge stones in my wrist watch
Got ’em blowin’ at me when I pass by
Starin’ like she got a glass eye
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Coupe is outside, too drunk to drive
She said, “I got Uber, do you want a ride?”
Typed in my address, it led to some sex, now I’m dressed
Poppin’ these Advils and textin’ my ex, thanks to the…

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 2]
And I’m too drunk to drive, yeah
Share your location, girl, I’m tryna pull up
But I’m too drunk to drive, oh
Passive when it come to cannabis
But I’m blowin’ like a curtain
My homie got some women at his crib
I know I’m finna flourish
Drankin’ water, tryna save my liver
Walked in, seen some naked strippers
Couple homies started throwin’ money
I just watch you like a babysitter, I’m lit
Stuck where I sit
Please don’t mind me, girl, that’s just how I get
Gave me a lapdance, I had plans to take down a lick
But something told me to FaceTime my ex
Must have been a message in a bottle

DJ Mustard – Down On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Mustard]
Ya’ll already know who I am right?
Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
I got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Yea, my **** drop it down for me
Take it to the room, she go down on it
And she said she got a friend for me
And she ain’t afraid to spin on me
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Got a **** say she down for a ****a
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Yea, yea

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
My **** got ass and titties, from the hood but she act seditty
In the club took a shot to the kidney, probably won’t make it to 50
Told that ho bring more E, smoke joints to the face
My **** so bad I **** without a condom
Put it all in and I got her running
Hit it good got her walking funny, hit it good got her walking funny
And she said it ain’t about the money, and she said she ain’t about the money

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I wanna see you butt naked in a fur coat
**** her in the shower when she drop soap
Only live once is my motto
After we have sex I pay your car note
Wearing Ferragamos and Benihanos
I’m pulling up the way I turtleneck in the summer
With a girl named Summer put her leg to the ceiling fan
So wet I might dive off the diving-board
I watch you pop it like a rubberband
New Rollie, I don’t mind spending time alone
I want you so bad that I pray for it
Might stay till the club close cause I wait for it

[Hook]

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
Keisha, go drop it down for me
Neisha, go drop it down for me
And Tia, go drop it down for me
And Bria, go drop it down for me
And Brittany, go drop it down for me
TeeTee, go drop it for me
And Kristy go drop it down for me
And Ashley go drop it down for me
Because I!

[Hook]

DJ Mustard – Why’d You Call? (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakkonnen) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off playing, lies you were saying
Started off laughing, then I start to believe
Said you were stayin’ but you were lying
You’re thinking bout leaving, walking out on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
You be actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off at backstage, ended up at the hotel
Started off fucking now like oh well
You said that’s my pussy, said that’s your dick
You’ve been thinking ’bout cheating, creeping on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
Now you actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you
Can you tell me why?

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?

Dice SoHo – SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner) lyrics

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin'”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

Ella Mai – She Don’t (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) lyrics

[Intro: Ella Mai]
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she

[Verse 1: Ella Mai]
Wondering what’s on your mind
Guess you like the simple type
I ain’t stupid, dumb, or blind
Won’t sleep in your bed of lies
Heard you met her in the club
Tryna tell me you were drunk
I can still smell her perfume
Nigga I don’t fuck with you

[Bridge: Ella Mai]
I’ma drink up, I’ma smoke some’
Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya
Boy watch me leave
You ghost to me
Wish you good luck being lonely
I’ma push red every time you phone me
You bout to be
A memory

[Hook: Ella Mai]
Bet she doesn’t touch like me
Sure as hell don’t fuck like me
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t
Ain’t gon’ whip it up like me
She ain’t got the recipe
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You right
Nah she ain’t never gon’ be you, but girl it’s whatever
I done called you fifty ‘leven times why you treat a nigga like I was never
Your man
I know I fucked up, I’m only human
And I ain’t beggin’ but I’m gon’ ask
For one more chance
Girl I think we should just

[Bridge: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
Drink up, I’ma smoke some’ (Smoke some)
Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya (Oh yeah)
Boy watch me leave (Don’t go)
You ghost to me (I don’t wanna see you go)
Wish you good luck being lonely
I’ma push red every time you phone me (Oh)
You bout to be
A memory (Oh yeah)

[Hook: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
Bet she doesn’t touch like me (Touch like you)
Sure as hell don’t fuck like me (She don’t)
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t (No)
Ain’t gon’ whip it up like me
She ain’t got the recipe (She ain’t got the recipe)
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
I be up on it, you know she can’t keep up
You know you want this, so why you gon’ keep her
Don’t get the picture, I’ll write it out
Losin’ a real one that held you down
I put the boy on and now he feeling himself
No it ain’t nothing to put you back on the shelf
Too late for sorry so boy back down
I have my issues, but one less now
99 problems but a nigga ain’t one

[Outro: Ella Mai]
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t

Did you really think I wasn’t gonna find out?
You must really think I’m stupid
Maybe it’s time

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch