Mike WiLL Made It – Faith (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
See that nigga at home? It’s all good
Mike WiLL Mike WiLL
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That last drought was a setback
That red light is a death trap
That jail time was a wrist slap
That jail time was a quick nap
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app
I’m from Louisiana, the boot nigga
It’s like boot camp, baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Call the valet, pull up in front
Drop the top and let them bitches see the guts
I drop the top and let you bitches see the guts
We hitting licks, it taste like victory to us
And I always have faith (Faith) in my plug (Plug)
Clean slates (Slate), Dirty lungs
Give me my collection plate (Plate), Like rev and run (Run)
Moving snowflakes (Flakes), So wear some Uggs
Nigga get the duck tape, (Yeah) Ski mask and gloves (Yeah)
Don’t leave a trace (Don’t leave a trace) Don’t leave a crumb
Cause it’s always what you take
Not who you took it from (Amen)
We just see them as bait
We just see them as young men that always have faith (Faith)
In my connect
Shoot you in your durex, leave you looking like a kotex
And I’m always half baked, Sipping slow death
Shining, putting these carrots in your face like a snowman
And I always have faith

[Pre Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need to know
I need to I need to know
Tell me some’n (yeah)
Tell me some’n (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting (Fucking stunting)
And if we partying with these hoes, we fucking some’n (Fucking some’n)
I’m from New Orleans on these hoes, I’m from the dungeon (I’m from the dungeon)
I can’t be partying with these hoes, I’m out here hustlin’ (I’m out here hustlin’)

[Bridge]
I’m out here hustlin’, for a meal (Meal)
She busting for a deal (She bust)
Beyonce wasn’t lying, we all got bills, bills, bills
I try to tell my bitch that (Bae) , she say, yeah right with your rich ass (Ok)
I can’t fight with her thick ass (No way)
We cat fight then we kiss ass (Ok)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That last drought was a setback (Amen)
That red light is a death trap (Amen)
That jail time was a wrist slap (Amen)
That jail time was a quick nap (Shh)
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app (Yeah)
Louisiana, the boot is like boot camp
And you know I’m stick this boot ass bitch ass niggaaa (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Hoodybaby (Lil Wayne) Both]
Told my bro I need a whole thang, I need a whole thang
Why he brought my ass some dog food? I need some cocaine (Alright)
Had to tell my baby mama "front your daddy’s whole thang"
(Alright )
Ain’t no playing with my money, we ain’t playing no games
(Tell ’em)
Hoody Baby, Fat Jesus (Tell ’em) I got all these gold chains
On the highway racing killers, we just call it road rage (Alright)
Call me neighbourhood Hoody, it’s a neighbourhood thang
Man, my cellphone ringing, got a call from Mack Maine (Mack)
I got faith (I got faith) in my traphouse (In my traphouse)
State to state(State to state), I got it mapped out (I got it mapped out)
I got a safe (I got a safe) and a stashhouse (Oh Lord)
Hood Baby whip the white ’till I black out

[Pre Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some’n (yeah)
Tell me some’n (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting (Fucking stunting)
We can’t be partying with these hoes, we are fucking nothing (We can’t be partying)
I’m from New Orleans on these hoes, I’m from the dungeon
I can’t be partying with these hoes, I’m I’m out here hustlin’ (I’m out here hustlin’)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Always have faith (Have faith)
I’m a plug (I’m a plug)
I had to scrape and get it out the mud
I ain’t always have cake (No)
So I don’t judge and my homies have faith in me so in Tunechi we trust
Tell ’em, hoes!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some’n (Tell me sum’n)
Tell me some’n (Tell me sum’n)
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting? (Mula)
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting

Chris Brown – 500 Wayz Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Niggas wanna bang in the squad, don’t wanna put the work in
Say you want my money, scared of fame, better murder then
See the chopper, bullets too big, you can see the doctor surgery
Mask, can’t identify the burglaries
But we know you givin’ up the confidential information
Say you got the cheese, you a rat, that’s a perfect fit
Niggas wanna hate on a slick money makin’ mitch
Love takin’ pussy niggas hoes and givie ’em the D
OHB, it ain’t nothin’ for me to buy a bitch
Real paper, I ain’t never gotta lie to bitches
Even niggas with them killers know my ma religious
All my bitches lickin’ pussy with good intentions
Roll the dice, yeah 3, they my fuckin’ triplets
I ain’t fuckin’ with them lame hoes that look suspicious
But I’m fuckin’ with the main hoe that look delicious
Nigga, they get sticky sticky, give that bitch the business

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up

[Verse 2: Young Blacc]
I’m turnt up and they know that, poked up like Funk Flex
45 in that 12 back and I’m posted up in that 4 hat
See this nigga, this gold rap, kill a nigga then go rap
Talkin’ ’bout that Draco, one phone call, that’s a snatch
Give it to a nigga if you really want it
Bitch coppin’ and appeals, hit me in the mornin’
Ha, a nigga lyin’ by theyself
I’m talkin’ ’bout niggas who killin’, dyin’ by theyself
You say we from the same hood, well I see your hat
And I ain’t never seen movin’ in a hoover hat
Ha, switchin’ sides, you confused ’cause I’m famous
We all OG nigga, tell me what his name is
Get your weight up lil nigga, I’m pushin’ 4 place
It’s still puttin’ big drugs on the interstate
No name, that’s knock out, pea brains wanna Glock out
Niggas need a pass the light niggas, this my house

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Yeah, my whole team supreme, grew up in the crack 80’s
Still got the plug on it, get your 4 in the baby
Out the mud, bustin’ drugs with my nigga Hoody Baby
Drop the ice in the pot, now it’s back to back ‘cedes
See I’m all about the check, still reppin’ Tex
Still rep the sex, mile high, smoke Luigi on the jet
50 in these Balmains, this a young’n from the lanes
Yeah, I’m geeked up, mixin’ up the mollys with the Xans
And I’m stingy with the Act, keep the red from my bitches
We gon’ pop a half a Perc, I’m on that, even on a Skittle
And the tongue gon’ work, play that pussy like a fiddle
Bet you I can make you squirt, have your face all in the pillow

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Rollin’ up the bud, yeah that bitch a dog
Yeah, we know the plug, smokin’ all the drugs, ’bout to buy the club
Killin’ all the pussy, nigga, get your bodies up
All this ice up on my body, we the Mighty Ducks
Who got the bud? Who givin’ it up?
Got them shooters in the cut, say the word, we fuck the party up
Throw that money up, yeah, that bitch a dog
Fuckin’ with the plug, goin’ up, we gon’ fuck the party up