2 Chainz – Money in the Way Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Psychedelic flow, I’m the dope and the antidote
Fade down the street from the pocket store, what you know?
Goin’ back and forth, in and out, movin’ lateral
Tools like mechanics, take your women for collateral
Put her on the saddle with a paddle and an Adderall (Yeah)
Just tryna string it out like Latimore (Alright)
Old timer ass nigga, you are unemployed (You)
I’ll buy my girl a building with the furniture (Tell ’em)
You still gettin’ their hair done, I’m on the tummy tuck (Hah)
Yeah, I’m 2 Chainz, I’m known to double up (Double up)
In the double R with a double cup (Double cup)
Yeah, double parked at the W (W)
I’m from the South Side, go’n and throw it up (Throw it up)
Bein’ around lame niggas give me phobia (Damn)
Every verse I do need a coroner (Coroner)
They say I’m heavy handed when I’m pourin’ up

[Chorus]
‘Bove sea level (Yeah), I’m on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don’t see nothin’ (Alright)
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin’ big flexin’ (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin’
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way

[Verse 2]
It’s definitely in the way, the bezel get replaced (Uh)
Whatever’s in the safe, I put it in your face (Yeah)
They say life a bitch, we goin’ on a date (Tell ’em)
I came from canned goods, I came from paper plates (I did)
God don’t make mistakes, but he’ll make a way (He will)
I got a pinky ring that cost ’bout 80K (‘Bout 80)
You was led astray, I’m ’bout to set the pace
I think I’m booked up, but let me check the date (Let me check)
Watch my footsteps, yeah, ankle weights (Big)
Bought a new scale, tryna calibrate
Tryna add it up, I’m tryna allocate
Rockin’ reptile, talkin’ alligate’
You can clap that, talkin’ patty cake (Bah)
School of hard knocks, you ain’t graduate
Surround the bedroom with some yellow tape
And some chalk lines, they gon’ investigate

[Chorus]
‘Bove sea level (Yeah), I’m on G level (G)
Long as she naked (She), I don’t see nothin’ (Alright)
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin’ big flexin’ (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin’
The money in the way, fuck what they got to say
I throw it up, it’s fallin’ down, it’s definitely in the way

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Quavo – PASS OUT lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
22 million dollars in cash left on the street
The boy who picked up the cash? Went on a mission
(Buddah Bless this beat)
It’s the most money I’ve ever felt or touched
Buddah, Huncho, go!
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That’s hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr (Huncho)
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Yeah, whip it like I can’t stand it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, park and do damage (Skrrt)
Trap house to a mansion (Trap)
I put that on my granny (Grandma)
Grandma, yeah
Grandma
Let me see that lighter (Hey)
Fire a nigga ass up, yerr (Yeah)
Missed his head so I caught him in the ear (Grrrah)
I should face tattoo a hundred tears (Huh?)
All these rappers wanna make disappear (Woo)
In the spotlight lookin’ like deers (Deer)
‘Specially when we pull up pressin’ (Press ’em)
‘Specially when we pull up flexin’ (Flexin’)
‘Specially when we pull up checkin’ (Check ’em)
150 cash on a necklace (Ice)
Young nigga scrapin’ them extras (Skrrt)
Movin’ ’em blocks, no Tetris (Blocks)
Wrap ’em a lot like Texas

[Chorus: Quavo]
I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That’s hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Lil’ mama fine as hell, but she actin’ saditty (Stuck up)
I’m not Will Smith, but I’m tryna get jiggy (Fuck her)
I can show you how to make a band like Diddy
Get up out yo’ feelings ‘fore this choppa make you dance like Shiggy (21)
6 God just like Drizzy (Skrait up)
Shoot you in the back like Ricky (Skraight up)
Seats peanut butter like Jiffy (Skraight up)
Y’all niggas rats like Mickey (Skraight up)
Thick women only, I’m picky (On God)
Yellow diamonds on me, they pissy (On God)
Elliot the one did all my ice, but I’m not talkin’ bout Missy (On God)
Pick your side (Yeah)
One man army, don’t need no side (Yeah)
Rolls-Royce truck (Skraight up)
Your bitch gettin’ down on her knees inside (On God)
Y’all gotta put shit together, ’cause your money short, nigga, like Yeezy slides (Broke ass)
The Bentley truck came with them, I ain’t even have to put no TVs inside

[Chorus: Quavo]
I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out
I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out (Bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo (That’s hard), yes sir
I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth (No)
I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out (Uh)
Woo, woo, woo, yes sir
Woo (Hey!), woo, woo, woo, yes sir

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Yeah, hey! Only God I fear (God)
It’s ten bricks in the Lear (Bricks)
Draco came with a mirror (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
To watch my back (Uh, uh)
Heard he got whacked (Huh, huh)
The bando back (Uh)
Cookin’ from scratch (Uh, whip)
Heard you the man now
You do the dirt with your hands, huh? (Dirt)
Get it for a lil’ bit of change, feel like you pickin’ up cans now (Uh)
Satellites on the plane, think the prezi flyin’ (Dope)
Beep, beep! Fuck it, dead line (Fuck it)
Took your bitch to the bank, now her head’s mine (Toppy)
If I ever have kids, inherit my bread line (Oh!)

Juicy J – Neighbor lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah mane
We still gettin’ this paper
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J]
Jump to a check, aw, hittin’ cash, hit it n’ dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (flash, she a dancer)
Stack it and fold em’ (stack it and fold!)
Forty-two acres (oh yeah)
Fuck on my neighbor (uh)
Told her don’t say shit (say, say, say)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg I’m stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That’s my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Really off balance, heard they got talent (uh)
Really ecstatic, boo walkin’ backwards (uh)
Plane it got wood floors on the cabinet
Hit the flight attendant diamond status
Keep a actress on the addicts daily
Looking like Boogie Nights in the 80’s, aye

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J]
Jump to a check, aw, hittin’ cash (yeah ho!)
Hit it n’ dash (yeah ho!)
Flash, she a dancer (yeah ho!)
Stack it and fold em’ (yeah ho!)
Forty-two acres (yeah ho!, okay)
Fuck on my neighbor (yeah ho!)
Told her don’t say shit (yeah ho!)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (yeah ho!)
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg I’m stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That’s my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short (yeah, yeah)
Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I go live like Kodak (like Kodak)
Niggas keep down fuck Xanax (Fuck that)
I kill shit what’s next (What’s next)
Nick can’t stop my flex (Can’t stop that)
She told me to put it on her chest (Right there)
She even want no check (No check)
Cartier on me like Offset (Offset)
Ain’t even gotta rap, nigga, I’m set
Get to a check (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t even cash (Ain’t even cash)
Lookin’ Fresh to death like I stepped up out a casket (out a casket)
I’m gon take my shot you gon’ pass it (You gon’ pass)
My bitch classy and she look just like Cassie
But she nasty
I’m Fucked up still buzzed
Fill up a cup
Woke up like what the fuck
Let’s turn up (yeah)
Fuck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs lets turn up yeah
Keep a torch, yeah
I’m a dog you a mutt, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J, Both]
Jump to a check, aw, hittin’ cash
Hit it n’ dash (yeah, yeah)
Flash, she a dancer (woo)
Stack it and fold em’ (uh, uh)
Forty-two acres (uh, okay)
Fuck on my neighbor (yeah, okay)
Told her don’t say shit (damn, uh)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Dawg I’m stuck (yeah)
Feel no drugs (yeah)
That’s my love in a cup (yeah)
Keep it short
Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah)

Quavo – Lamb Talk lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (yuh)
Lamb talk (yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, Honcho)

[Verse 1]
Bad mouth, agh
Rag talk (rag)
Bring that cash out (bag)
These bitches ass out (woah)
Who gon’ back down? (Who?)
We can’t back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?)
Toe tag now (Who? Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin’ it
You gon’ have to pay your percentage (hey)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
We’ll come get it with interest (go)
Niggas be dissin’ on Twitter and still believin’ they gon’ get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
You know we gon’ handle the business (yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they filed out (yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, pray they don’t turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit ’em up (woo), nigga can’t fight at us
Hit ’em up, really gon’ split ’em up
Diamond gon’, diamond gon’, diamond gon’ bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl eat it up, eat it up
Ain’t nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, your highness (your highness)
Truck, green, sinus (snotty)
Welcome to Honcho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty)
Yeah, get your lil’ money for my niggas, minus it (go get it, go get it)
I promise you lil’ niggas don’t want the violence (no smoke, no smoke)
Migos scrap, issue silence (pshew, pshew, pshew)
It’s a shame, these young niggas drinkin’ Wocky (Wock’, Wock’)
And Quali
Me and Wop, we drinkin’ Act’ at one Follie’s (Guwop!)
They let me in with that Gat, know it’s just…
Designer clothes, flexin’, M.E.T. Gala carpet
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
All these hoes stalkin’ (stalkin’)
Shake these haters off me (shake it)
You got a big mouth (big mouth)
Like a gator talkin’ (gator)
Then I take the pot, skrrt, skrrt
Fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gumbo, like I’m from New Orleans
Lil’ bitch said she hate me, fuck it, go and divorce me (fuck it)
I iced out her neck in A.P., but she won’t report it (she swear she down)

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)