Quavo – LOSE IT lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it (Go, lose it)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bought her Chanel, surprise on her, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
She so bad, got girls and guys on her (Yeah)
Make me wanna pull out the phone and go live on her, yeah (Yeah)
But I snap back and close my eyes on her (Damn, yeah)
Bad bitch, she bring a team of girls (Damn, yeah)
They all came back after the club (Woo, yeah)
Every city I go, they show me love (Show, yeah)
That’s because we (What?) real thugs (Yeah)
Bet that ice make her drown in the tub (Ice)
Say she got that bag, told her put down on the drugs (Bag)
That the type of shit that make your nigga call in (Brr, woo)
That the type of shit that make your nigga fall in love (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Pull up, I’m the life of the party
4×4 truck sittin’ on Forgis
488 with a 8, that’s shawty
Lime Lamborghini sittin’ pretty, that’s Cardi
Blue Lamborghini Diablo, gon’ Offset’s
Havin’ talks in the Wraith, ’bout to take off
Me and Pee in the Dawn havin’ boss talks
Got the game from, bruh, that’s where I walk
What am I gonna do when all these girls
In the city goin’ crazy over me?
Take the tints off the car so they can see me
Slick, intimidatin’, niggas wanna be me
PJ when we creepin’, they won’t ever see me
Ain’t too into cameras, but they got to see me
Diamonds on my fingers, I’m a superstar
All in there like sneakin’ with a superstar
Hit me if you want, I’m not gonna make a call
Marlo’s still trappin’ in them trap house
Cartier, solitaire, golf ball
Real big dog, I won’t fuck with y’all
Made it to the charts, they know who I am
Shout out to my fans, really fuck with y’all
Internet beef, I won’t get involved
If it’s real problems, then it’s gettin’ solved
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, she lookin’ like a movie, yeah (Woo, bad, yeah)
I think that I’ma choose her, yeah (Choose her, hoo, yeah)
Back that ass up, no Juvie, yeah (Juvie, hoo, yeah)
Throw them racks, go stupid, yeah (Racks, stupid, yeah)
Squeeze my shot like Uzis, yeah (Shoot, Uzi, yeah)
When I slide on her, yeah (Skrrt, slide, yeah)
Heard she wet, Jacuzzi, yeah (Splash, wet, yeah)
Make me go, make me go, make me go lose it

[Verse 3: Quavo]
When I say (Lose it)
She gonna make a nigga lose it
I’m talkin’ big money
Big money, thumb throughin’ it (Hey)
Not through with it (Nah, nah)
Not through with it (Nah)
She all on the phone with her last nigga
Say that pussy is mine, he losin’ it (Brrt, yeah)
She poppin’ it, I’m ownin’ it (Yeah)
She droppin’ it, it’s stoppin’ it (Stop), lose it (Yeah)
Out of control, she movin’ it (Ooh, yeah)
It’s movin’ (Woo)
It’s a movie (Woo)
She walkin’ around in Nike leggings (Ooh, yeah)
Just doin’ it (Go!)
Don’t get involved with her besties, they messy
Spent a fifty ball on her neckpiece, she flexing
I don’t give no calls, I just hit her with the texting
Emoji all drippin’, leakin’ waterfalls, yeah

Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

DJ Esco – Chek (feat. Future)

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had the stewardess on the PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

DJ ESCO – Chek Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out

[Verse 1]
I put a pool on top of the penthouse
You can see me now
I’m still high from the day before
‘Bout to re-up now
Nigga was broke some years ago
Fuck around, lose a cap
Had this lil bitch on a PJ
And she chewed me out
I was always in some shit
Nigga, look at me now
These bitches will have me lookin’ bad
Tryna air me out
Then I gave that bitch some cash
Over a fair amount
Ain’t gon’ never trust a bitch
Who can’t close they mouth

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 2]
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout racks
‘Bout to pop one now
Most of these niggas all whack
They ’bout to get knocked off now
I done went way past the quota
Shit, I lost account, yeah
Pulled up, turbo on a motor
It was unannounced
Make the Forbes’ once again
The talk of the town
I got Snow White on the seat
Shit, I’m droppin’ it down
I put good dope on this beat
I’m ’bout to take some now
They keep talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout jewelry
‘Bout to buy some now

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

[Verse 3]
Get, get your money, get your weight up
Just like a shark, dog get ate up
I been told, another demeanor
I been frozen, another demeanor
Got more lights than a arena
Hit ’em on sight for the subpoena
Pull, pull up [?]
What’s the total? You can keep the receipt
I can dap up Curry sittin’ in my seat, yeah
I give her allowance three times a week, yeah
I’m out your league, yeah

[Chorus]
I get to these racks consistently
Who gon’ stop me now?
They keep talkin’, talkin’ ’bout drugs
‘Bout to pop one now
I just cashed out on two-door Maybach
Who talkin’ now?
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
Bitch, I’m ballin’ out
I just fucked up me a check
I just fucked up me a check

Eric Bellinger – Ain’t Ya Ex lyrics

[Intro: Eric Bellinger]
Aw yeah, oh
Player sh*t only, yeah, yeah, yeah
This gon’ be your favorite song
(Hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
I’ma have to call you
You might have to fall through, yeah
I might just need all of you
Can you give me all you? Yeah
Baby, I’m the one for you, yeah
All I got is love for you
I might put my tongue on you
I wanna eat some of you, yeah

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
Said I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, yeah
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga, yeah
I’m a famous like Dex nigga, yeah
She said I remind her of her ex-nigga, yeah
Said, boy you only want the sex, nigga, yeah
But I’ma call, not text nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga, ex-nigga, ex-nigga, yeah
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga
Ex-nigga, I ain’t you ex-nigga, yeah
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain’t your ex, oh, ain’t your ex (It’s Eazy)

[Verse 2: Mila J]
Mila to the rescue (Mila, Mila)
I’m about my checks too (Hold up, Mila)
I’m a goddess so I can bless you (Bless you)
If you’re lucky, I might sex you
First, I gotta know, boy, what that head do? (Oh yeah)
I’ma send a pic to test you (Oh yeah)
I know, I impress you (Oh yeah)
So shoot that PJ, need my leg room
Baby, I ain’t nothing like your ex-bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Let’s get this sh*t established (Ain’t your ex)
Hella fatter that a bad bitch (Ain’t your ex)
Plus, my booty real, come grab it

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga
Yeah (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga, yeah (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga (ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga

[Verse 3: Tink]
I got this message for my next love
Hope you ain’t as messy as my ex was
Words don’t mean a thing, words don’t mean a thing
You gon’ break my heart, then tell me I changed
Like my ex-nigga
I always swear, I’m freaking on the next nigga
Don’t be like my ex, nigga
I’m gon’ leave you lonely for a day
What you tryna say?
‘Cause words don’t mean a thing
Fuck a car, baby, pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up)
Right now, right now, yeah
I just wanna roll with you
[??] before the [??]
You know what he put me through

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & (Mila J)]
Girl, I ain’t nothin’ like yo ex nigga, oh no no no
Uplift and bench-press, nigga, yeah
(I’ma young) Said, I’m a young, rich, blessed, nigga
I’ma put you in a ring and white dress nigga, yeah
I ain’t your ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex), ex-nigga (ex)
I love my other hoes, they pressed, nigga (ooh, ex)
Ex-nigga(ex), I ain’t you ex-nigga
Said, I ain’t nothin’ like your ex-nigga
Ain’t your ex, your, ain’t your ex
Ain’t your ex, ain’t your ex (I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga)
I ain’t your ex nigga
Ain’t your ex

[Outro: Eric Bellinger]
Ooh, yeah, Mila, Mila, Mila
Shoutout Tink
She did her thing
And you know me (It’s Eazy)
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
And I ain’t nothing like your ex-nigga
It’s all Easy
It’s too easy, way too easy
So take my number, that’s a Eazy Call
Haven’t seen you in a while

ASAP Ferg – Kristi YamaGucci lyrics

Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
Damn baby, I been smoking
Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
And choke them even harder
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s f*cking [??], these are puppies baby
They can’t f*ck with you baby, lord

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Racks on racks on racks
Dapper Dan all on my back
Double G all on my cap
Monogram on a Maybach
Testing that n*gger like Pap (smear)
Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
Tell ’em I’m doing way better
“Plain Jane” the song of the year
I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
I did a campaign with the fellas
Adidas done gave me another deal
And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
Shoot videos in the PJ’s
Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
They sending me all these free clothes
Momma just put it on eBay
I run the sh*t like a relay
Niggas gon’ have to press replay
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
And Jam Master Jay for TJ

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Goddamn, nigga
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
‘Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
‘Cause you just all over the f*ckin’ world with this sh*t, baby
Niggas cannot touch you

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins
Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
See you flagging and they packin’ what you lackin’
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
Amnesia got rid of the heater
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer
I follow the light while you follow the leader
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look

[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the f*ck
Nigga, you gotta step it up
You need to get you a trap phone
You need to get one of these f*ckin’ Motorola’s
Niggas can’t even track us, baby

[Verse 3: IDK]
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
And I ain’t talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
I’m talking niggas, I ain’t talking nada
They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Pull up to the place, f*cked her when we met up
Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up
I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
That’s why your gang can never check us
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
Check up, check up, check up, check up
I got a check on my watch (wait)
I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)

ZumBee – Funday Onna Sunday

[Intro]
I don’t understand man
All these oldheads feeling like they
You know, just too old to have fun man
If you ain’t having fun, then why you doing it?
(You not too old to have fun)

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 1]
Let’s have a fun day
Monday through Sunday
Don’t want no gunplay
So watch what you say
And you gets no play
Like Bobby Boucher
Three bitches with me
Uno, dos, tres
Got three pretty girls with me and they tryna have fun
I only want you for one night so you can leave when I’m done
Heard your boyfriend got a frown, ’cause you swallowed all my sons
He might as well put it down, it ain’t no bullets in his gun
It ain’t no bullets in your gun and tell me why the fuck you on it
Fourth batter in the lineup, well bitch my bases loaded
Old bread stashed away for rainy days, it’s probably molded
School nigga turned street, when you got caught I know you folded

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop all that flexin’
Blue cheese, salad dressing
Sloppy top, yeah it was messy
With ease, ain’t it a blessing

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 2]
I can (yes), and you can’t (hah)
Big racks (bands), in my bank (cash)
Trash can (ooh), ooh he stank (psh)
He mad (mad) ’cause he can’t (can’t)
He tried to swim with a shark, he gon’ fuck around and drown
I heard they hate you when you up but they gon’ love you when you down
These niggas really ain’t your partners, can’t name one that’s really down
It’s only bosses in my circle, ain’t got time to sit around
We got bananas for you monkeys like we played in Jumanji
My favorite color green ’cause I’m in love with the money
Tryna add to the pot like the bees do the honey
Ate my plate, I need seconds, need it all in my tummy

[Pre-Chorus]
Whoa, they say they closed
Not for me, open them doors
Add cheese on number four
Wish you was me, I know, I know

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 3]
Tried to bring some people with me on this journey, they didn’t listen
Now my bases loaded full, I’m Michael J, he Scottie Pippen
Bitch we up, please check the score
When we was down man y’all was distant
My first hit was slept on, Banana Peels, I’m never slippin’
We can all have fun, Lil Boat to Budden Joe
So let’s all jump around until we reach another mode
Got a little taste of money but I swear I need some more
I’m a fiend for that paper sort of like I’m Curtis Snow
When the cows go moo and the sheep make a sound
Shiny goes boo, pretty ladies skip around
When the clock strikes two all the panties hit the ground
Bases Loaded be the crew, and bitch it’s ZumBee at the mound

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Outro]
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway

Meek Mill – Fall Thru

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Bridge]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

[Chorus]
You gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
And you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Wiz Khalifa – Duty Calls Lyrics

(Intro – Sledgren, Prezident Jeff & Wiz Khalifa)
Sledgren
PJ
Oh, you think you get all the girls
Think you’re so cute

(Verse – Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, sometimes I just wanna get high
Not pick up my phone
Not be concerned with the bulls**t that’s going on
Get my paper long
Stack it all up with my bad bi**h, who could clear the bong
Maybe hit the booth and make a song
Make sure my money hit the roof before I’m gone
One touch, the roof is in the trunk
No blunts, I’m only rolling papers when I puff
The sky’s the limit
It’s time to get it
Multiplying them digits
While supplying that real s**t
Don’t get dismissed
Lil ni**a, hit this

(Chorus – Wiz Khalifa)
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want
Still do what I want
You do what you can
That’s why I ride around
Feeling like the man
If you feel the same
Then you understand
They get mad but I still do what I want

(Outro)
Oh, non smokers, please leave the flight
Those not in possession of bomb weed
Are in violation of code 420
And will be removed immediately
Non compliance with the rules is not accepted
And violators will be punished
Thank you ni**as

Kid Ink – F With U (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

[Intro: Kid Ink]
Let’s go
I’ve been tryna get over you
Hitmaker!
Baby, uh huh
Baby, you already know what I’m tryna do
Oh yeah
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hot box, drop top the ‘Rari
Hop out, night life, I’m sorry (Skrrt)
Red bull, mix that Bacardi
You know we likes to party
Na, na, na, na, wheels up on the jet
La, la, la, la roll up after sex
I’m just here to find you round the way
I’m just here to find, oh yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Oh yeah, down to the core yeah
Couldn’t tell you better than I show ya
Been trying so hard to ignore the
Way you make that clap, Nola, Nola
See you curve in a stack in your frame girl
Dip swerve then I’m back in your lane girl
Keep that ass up all night, restless
I just finger roll and finesse it
Straight up no time for the extras
Know you been through it but fuck all your exes, aww yeah
The way you been lookin’ so sexy, I might just let you take some pics in my necklace, aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
Please believe me
I ain’t talking Vegas when I say I’ll take you to the Venetian
Getting high, red eye on the PJ
Touchdown top floor in the PH
I know you hear us loud on the PA
What I’m on give her game like EA
Ease up, baby give me a little leeway
But make sure you keep it in motion
Wake up and know we get straight to memosas, aww yeah
Be on the first thing smokin’
Or you, if you down, drop the roof, see me coastin’ aww yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you
Really like, what you, done to me
I can’t, really explain it, I still fuck with you

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
Yeah, yeah (You Ooh)
I still fuck with you

PJ Morton – Claustrophobic (feat. Pell)

[Intro]
Just gotta be me
So many voices

[Verse 1]
PJ, you’re not mainstream enough, yeah
Would you consider us changing some stone?
Like everything about who you are, ah
No offense, we’re just trying to make you a star

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Verse 2]
PJ, you’re not quite street enough
Thug life my nigga
Actor, little more time
Oh, can you switch your star up a little more?
You can be yourself, lay down for now
And need the religion

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Bridge]
Can’t see, the forrest for the trees
The movement for the breeze
Standing on my own feet
Can’t see, what you might want from me
Think it’s better if we be ourselves

[Verse 3]
They clatch into my talents more than Catholics do arousery
Steady ass, wear that accent, travel you from New Orleans
Go so, why I dabble with negative energy
When all I really fiend is imposi sensibility
Not the hardest rapper but I’m ’bout it much as Master P
Don’t play with me, five-0 for my home
Don’t you know that
Flooding through the streets
You should probably take a kodak
Codo synthesize probably right in front eyes
Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy
Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drived
The truest never lie and I need a little space
‘Cause I’m bad at doing me
Just reside if you are late

[Chorus]
I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Outro]
Another man, just gotta be you
I think that the thing makes us unique
It’s our differences with our treasures
Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box
And never seen again, don’t think it’s possible

Meek Mill – King

Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin’ like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain’t it funny how this money make a mood switch
`Cause they be talkin’ beef, I be up in Ruth’s Chris

Who is this at the door, I think it’s the devil don’t let him in
Just rap and take my niggas to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann’s
With the heart of a lion, no lyin’ I never been
No folks for these fuck boys
On my second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin’ dirty in this tuck boy
`Cause I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo
Before I had a deal I was poppin’, no promo
All of a sudden all these bad bitches want a photo
M’s in my account and M’s in the logo
So every time I spend a hundred K I scream YOLO

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

Crowns on my wrist and my head
And Ima ball hard in this bitch ‘til I’m dead
It’s money on my mind, make me put it on your head
And have your own homies lookin’ at you like you’re bread
Tryna eat nigga, I’m from Philly so you know I play for keeps nigga
Six pallbearers, six feet deep nigga
No insurance you been sitting six weeks nigga
Big 40 knock you right up out your sneaks nigga
Young kings, all I know is one thing
Live life, one dream, started in the drug game
Where they never make it out unless you got a gun gang
Walkin’ through my city but it’s lookin’ like I run things
Runnin’ shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh from out the PJ

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

I still wake up go and get it, youngin’ on a mission
‘Cause when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes
But I’m different, I still put ‘em on just to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child but now I glow at night
I keep a milli by my side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the field `cause he be throwin’ white

Dishin’ d, tryna get rich as me
I’m worth a couple million man that shit was meant to be
20 gold chains on, shit I think I’m Mr. T
If I could live my life again I wouldn’t do it differently
Prolly bring my father back, just so he could witness me
Back up in my zone I swear my haters is history
Bitches say they missin’ me, I never fall for it
`Cause they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it
And if my niggas need it, I tell ‘em come for it
‘Cause when it comes to me, they shootin’ like a small forward, swish

Young kings, young kings
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame
I be rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
Rollin’ with some young kings, young kings
And all we know is one thing, one thing
Get the money nigga fuck fame, and fuck fame

King Chip – Headed West (Intro) Lyrics

We’re on that Cleveland shit
My nigga Chip
We takin’ it down in Cali
To the West Coast
We doin’ some different shit
That Clevelafornia shit

Yeah, takin’ off, Burke Lakefront, and landin’
Burbank, hoppin’ of the PJ, toastin’
Nigga never gave a fuck about the police
Roll through Inglewood, ro-ro-roastin’

Chip the motherfucking guy
We on that expensive shit
What y’all know about LA?
Niggas want come down to LA
Most of these niggas don’t survive
But come from Cleveland

My whole hood’s can roll
Nigga was poor, all he got a lil’ dough
Moved to the Left Coast
Rapping everywhere I go
Cleveland

You’re build to last
You’re build to last
We on that expensive shit

Cleveland, hoe

These niggas ain’t ready
They ‘bout to get this word, listen

St. Clair
I’m headed west
I’m headed west

Chief Keef – Stand Down (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These lame ass niggas can’t stand me
These niggas can’t feed of my energy
They ain’t puttin’ shit under my Christmas tree
Make the work stretch out like a centipede
Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes
More bulls like I’m about to hit a Fendi
Get low ’cause I’m ’bout to hit a enemy
You turned ’cause you about to hit a penalty
I got the eyes of a lion, don’t I?
I am the shit I am the fliest, aren’t I?
See what I like, I’ma buy it, aren’t I?
I’m part of them breeds that are dyin’, aren’t I?
I don’t wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly
Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side
You not down to ride
Niggas gonna die
This a homicide
We ain’t gonna lie
Bankroll on me like P.J
Hoppin’ on a PJ
Hunnid band bands for a speed race
Baby, I’m sorry for the delay
I was on the phone buyin’ hundred band shit off eBay
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You and your motherfuckin’ boy lame
Me and them boys totin’ things
And that right there is a sure thing
And I am smokin’ that cure thing
I know you’re smellin’ this pure thing
You don’t be movin’ that pure ‘cane
This cash that I’m spendin’ is lil’ change
A quarter the size of my earrin’

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Gettin’ to the guap don’t stall dog
Pass me the ball I’m a ball hog
Doin’ more numbers than a call log
Smokin’ on dope, it’s a fog log
And I just poured me a eight
And I just copped me a SRT8
Sosa just copped that Wraith
Who wanna bet that cake?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

Chief Keef – Stand Down (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
These lame ass niggas can’t stand me
These niggas can’t feed of my energy
They ain’t puttin’ shit under my Christmas tree
Make the work stretch out like a centipede
Put a couple tracks down for my mini-mes
More bulls like I’m about to hit a Fendi
Get low ’cause I’m ’bout to hit a enemy
You turned ’cause you about to hit a penalty
I got the eyes of a lion, don’t I?
I am the shit I am the fliest, aren’t I?
See what I like, I’ma buy it, aren’t I?
I’m part of them breeds that are dyin’, aren’t I?
I don’t wanna drive, bitch, I wanna fly
Blue cheese on me, .40 on the side
You not down to ride
Niggas gonna die
This a homicide
We ain’t gonna lie
Bankroll on me like P.J
Hoppin’ on a PJ
Hunnid band bands for a speed race
Baby, I’m sorry for the delay
I was on the phone buyin’ hundred band shit off eBay
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway
You know when we on tour
We gotta make a stop for some snacks
On the mothafuckin’ speedway

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You and your motherfuckin’ boy lame
Me and them boys totin’ things
And that right there is a sure thing
And I am smokin’ that cure thing
I know you’re smellin’ this pure thing
You don’t be movin’ that pure ‘cane
This cash that I’m spendin’ is lil’ change
A quarter the size of my earrin’

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Gettin’ to the guap don’t stall dog
Pass me the ball I’m a ball hog
Doin’ more numbers than a call log
Smokin’ on dope, it’s a fog log
And I just poured me a eight
And I just copped me a SRT8
Sosa just copped that Wraith
Who wanna bet that cake?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
Bitch, I ball hard like Cailou
Ballin’ so hard might foul you
Money in my pocket, might buy you
Start gettin’ cash, they love you
Life that I live not for you
You fuck niggas in trouble
What comes with bein’ loyal
That mothafuckin’ royal
I’m a real fuckin’ nigga, I don’t care now
All that tough, talk get your man slammed
Swear I be feelin’ like Bank Roll
Around these fuck niggas, can’t stay ’round
Slide on your block, that’s a man down
Fuck around and get your fuckin’ mans drowned
Woo-Woo, that’s that ambulance sound
I got the shooters ridin’ with me nigga, stand down

Tyga – Feel Me (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye this shit gotta be club
Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Ah! Bitch I’m the shit, feel me?
Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
911 on my wrist feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
"Happy birthday, here’s a Benz", feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I need my cash money
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
We lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
We skrrt off, we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’
But can’t get that python through customs
Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates (huh!)
Hansen’s with the cake
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo
Catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahah

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

TYGA – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
Hansen’s with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tyga – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level nigga
Bitch I’m the shit
(Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist
Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

I need my cash money, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My haters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off with [?]
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
[?] with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with, don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross a sweatshirt
I wear it to a meeting like a dress shirt
Top shot, I’ll put the pressure
To make a nigga with the measure
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typing hard as hell
Going heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catchin’ feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone sounding like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up, I had to bring back the [?]

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

OnCue – Eat Your Heart Out

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Here we go again
We’re not the same as we were back then
Thought I told ya that we prolly better off as friends
To keep it buck I can’t stand ya
I don’t wanna to pretend
I don’t know where to begin, ay
I ain’t really fuckin’ with you
But I love fuckin’ you
That must be my problem
I was born with a dick, girl
Wrote some songs
Paid some some dues
Now I’m the fucking shit, girl
Used to be blood, no Piru
Now it’s all hit girl
Swear on everything
You don’t need me
Your idea of a good weekend is PJ’s, TV
I ain’t creepin’ but everytime we get back together I look in the mirror and I don’t see me
That’s a problem
That’s a problem I got a lot of ’em and I stay inside ’em
And I don’t leave them for much (Much!)
Shit I told you from the jump (Jump!)
That I’m broken all inside
Baby I don’t like to front
But my plan is to take the world over
Sit on top and just stunt
I ain’t worried about them other guys
My hunch is that they lunch, oh yeah

[Bridge]
We should let this go, girl
I swear that you don’t listen
Won’t you take my word, yeah
I promise you’re not missing out on anything
Say you trippin’ and bitchin’ at me, oh

[Hook]
Go and eat your heart out
Oh, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go , and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now
Go and eat your heart out, now

[Verse 2]
You used to be the one who took the pain away
Kept it real with me, always set me straight
I used to hit it hard like an 808
Now your life is DVR and gaining weight
God damn it, wrong places
Walk around the crib like it was filled with hot sand
If I say a wrong statement
My stance is always sorry
But you won’t take it
Please, can you, candor?
Girl, you filled with hatred
You don’t even realize
You got a season pass to this dick
And you still ridin’
You pry and you ask
Pick a bitch and you still fight it
You swear that you love me up and down and you stand by it
I think you on auto pilot, honestly
Yeah, your boy taking over
Been plottin’ on this shit since I cut toys and the sodas
Oh, yeah, damn I’m a soldier
So give me a fucking Rover and a Anna Kournikova
Yeah, I’m good

[Bridge]
We should let this go, girl
I swear that you don’t listen
Won’t you take my word, yeah
I promise you’re not missing out on anything
Say you trippin’ and bitchin’ at me, oh

[Hook]
Go and eat your heart out
Oh, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out
Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now
Go and eat your heart out, now

Meek Mill – You Know lyrics

[INTRO: Nicki Minaj]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

Meek Mill – You Know

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though
[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

DJ SpinKing – Hell Yeah (feat. Zoey Dollaz & French Montana) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Nails did, hair did? Hell yeah
Got her own bread, she don’t need a male care
And them bitches hatin’ on her need welfare
Woop, woop, and she foreign
She pull up in the foreign
Them niggas couldn’t ignore it
She knows she’s the shit
She call herself Miss Important
And you lame niggas thinkin’ you ballin’
You ain’t scorin’, huh
Lame nigga, that’s my bitch
And she only fuck with real niggas, that’s it
So you can’t get her nigga, hell nah
And them others bitches hatin’ cause they fell off

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz & (French Montana)]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah (Woop)
Hair did? Hell yeah (Woop)
Nails did? Hell yeah (Skrrr)
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah (Hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Straight to the money? Hell yeah
That’s why they actin’ funny? Hell yeah
In the foreign I’ma wake up, hell yeah
That’s why she want me to pick up? Hell yeah
If she drop it to the ground, baby, hell yeah
I’ma get the crocodile Birkin, baby, hell yeah
PJ’s to the PJ’s, hell yeah
Five stacks on her weave hair, hell yeah
Bump on the wrist watch, blew her brains out
And that coupe with the rip top
Shout out to [?]
I’ma hit it, pass it to Zoey, hell yeah
I’ma make the cash, I’ma blow it, hell yeah

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

DJ SpinKing – Hell Yeah Lyrics

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Nails did, hair did? Hell yeah
Got her own [?], she don’t need a [?]
And them bitches hatin’ on her need welfare
Woop, woop, and she foreign
She pull up in the foreign
Them niggas couldn’t ignore it
She knows she’s the shit
She call herself Miss Important
And you lame niggas thinkin’ you ballin’
You ain’t scorin’, huh
Lame nigga, that’s my bitch
And she only fuck with real niggas, that’s it
So you can’t get a nigga, hell nah
And them others bitches hatin’ cause they fell off
[Hook: Zoey Dollaz & (French Montana)]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah (Woop)
Hair did? Hell yeah (Woop)
Nails did? Hell yeah (Skrrr)
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah (Hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Woop, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah, hannn)
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch (Hell yeah)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Straight to the money? Hell yeah
That’s why they actin’ funny? Hell yeah
In the foreign I’ma wake up, hell yeah
That’s why she wann’ me to pick up? Hell yeah
If she drop it to the ground, baby, hell yeah
I’ma get the crocodile Birkin, baby, hell yeah
PJ’s to the PJ’s, hell yeah
Five stacks on her weave hair, hell yeah
Bump on the wrist watch, [?] out
And that coupe with the rip top
Shout out to [?]
I’ma hit it, pass it to Zoey, hell yeah
I’ma make the cash, I’ma blow it, hell yeah

[Hook: Zoey Dollaz]
Bad bitch? Hell yeah
Hair did? Hell yeah
Nails did? Hell yeah
Is them bitches hatin’ on her? Hell yeah
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Woop, she a bad bitch
Bitches hatin’ on her, she a bad bitch