Young Thug – Icey Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 1]
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her ’til she’s purple Hoover
What up? You can’t waste none of my time bitch
I’m up, I got way too many money
I’m up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin’ up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring ’round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told ’em baby “don’t waste my time” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 2]
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin’, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it’s her birthday, sendin’ shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah

[Bridge]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

Lil Yachty – Who Want The Smoke? Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Lil’ Juice]
I fuck with this shit, man
Ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Word!

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I-I-I hear shots comin’ on the low from hoes I’m higher than
This attention is so flatterin’ ’cause they’re admirin’
Don’t know what’s on their mind, but it should be retirement
Get the AARP or this AR get to firin’ (blat)
They don’t want smoke with me (no)
The diamonds is chokin’ me, their pussy need potpourri
These bitches is 0-3
And there ain’t a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink
Tell me what Hov would think
I get the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin’, they talkin’, I’m takin’ it in
I did not come here to make any friends
Who buried the bridge and aren’t makin’ amends
They don’t want none, I’ll say it again (yee!)
They don’t want none, I pray for their sins (hah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Cardi B]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is you fuckin’? (Yeah) Baby girl I need to know (who?)
Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?)
Bitch so damn wet, drippin’ on my marble floor (drip, drip, drip)
Never not strapped, in my city, on my foe
Pull up in a two-seater (yeah,) in a wife-beater
With my bro, he be bangin’ like a car speaker
All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Glock 40 in my coat
My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (fire, fire)
Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
Hot potato, bullet, let it go (brrt, brrt, brrt)
The .44 put him in a yolk (.44)
Pull up in the store, no, like he seen a ghost
And I got the kilo comin’ on the boat (kilo)
We gon’ move it fast, vamanos, vamanos (vamanos)
Niggas talkin’ foul on the d-low (foul)
[?] I’m standin’ at the line, shoot a free throw
Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it’s see-through (impeccable)
Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
Seen the Ghost, [?] got a scope and I hope
That they pull up to the spot with the ho
Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (smoke)
The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
[?] at them niggas, shawty, I don’t know
Choppa made that bitch (bah), ain’t nowhere to go
Throw him off the boat (die), in the river, float (float)
30 round clip in this clip clear (clear)
I’m in the Wraith so I’m lookin’ at the rear mirror (mirror)
Free jit, we ain’t goin’ for that shit, period (free jit)
Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (hey, hey)

Slim Jxmmi, Swae Lee & Rae Sremmurd – Chanel (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the "B" is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, "Y’all copy, un-needly" (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, "You’re bitin’", you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake & Mike Will Made-It)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Trouble & Mike Will Made-It – Bring It Back (feat. Drake) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Future & Young Thug – Mink Flow

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s gone choke, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg shit with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I fucked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

DRAKE – Bring It Back lyrics

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that sh*t now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherf*cking hood
But you ain’t no motherf*cking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you f*cking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that sh*t you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

K. Michelle – Either Way lyrics

K. Michelle Either Way ft. Chris Brown.

Either Way lyrics

Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
Ass shots, real or fake
That ass gon’ jiggle, for ‘em anyway
Ain’t fuckin’ with me on your best day
I don’t like you, but I love how your man lick the plate
I know you seen what I post today
Diamonds up like Jay, crazy on my Kanye
’cause I need, someone to do, somewhere to play
Fuck it, I might Uber me a Jet today
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

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[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ brazy with my braids
Where my shades? See the face
All the diamonds blunted, that’s why your bitch came
And she stay, she ain’t scared that I got felonies
Love a country nigga, with the pot
Teachin’ hoes my new recipe
She never kiss and tell
Give her coin in a wishing well
You buy your bitch a Michael Kors
I buy my bitch a Richard Mille
My girl got booty like K. Michelle
If I pay her bills, she gon’ pay my bail
Paper trail, nigga oh well
Louboutin, shawty toe nails
I turn your bitch into a coat, yeah
I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: K. Michelle]
I get a lot of love, you get a lot of nothin’
He don’t hit you when he sober
’cause you getting my left overs
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
He pull up in a Maybach
I pull up in a ‘rari
Skrrt, on his ass, nigga I ain’t sorry

[Pre-Chorus: K.Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 4: K.Michelle]
I-i-i got a whole lot of paper (cash)
I got a whole lot of haters (uh)
Bitch I be drippin’ in sauce
’cause I got a whole lot of flavors
Riding your little Benz, with all of your friends
I just keep it solo, be perking on 10’s
They want me to end, but bitch I’ma win
Bitch I done won, and I’ma show ’em
’cause I ride the dick, like a Harley
2Pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci all up and down, that’s what’s on my body
Damn bruh, damn bruh, damn bitch, bitch
Steady talkin’ shit, when you don’t write your own hits?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

Casanova – OHB (feat. Chris Brown Lo) (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 1: Young Lo]
Yeah, I’m ridin’ like Pac, play Suge and get shot
I’m like Eazy on the corner, Ice Cube’s in a pot (boom boom boom)
Yeah, today was a good day
Made a mil off of Pills like Dr. Dre
‘Cause murder was the case that they gave me
I hit it doggy style, now Brenda got a baby
Hard as ice tea on me, they wanna get the guy
I pull that mac 10 and spray it with a crooked eye (where you blowin’)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
OHB, DMV, where you think it all started, nigga?
You started with ’em, I started trippin’, this Virginia
100 clips and I’m pushin’ T’s
On my Timbaland shit like I made the beat
I’m for real, my nigga, boy, don’t play with me
Shout out to Missy but ain’t no misdemeanors, we catchin’ felonies
Where you think you get all your drugs from?
How you know the plug? Where you think you get your guns from?
3 shooters, 3 shots, fish bombs like AI
Neck cold but I stay hot, we do walk ups, that’s a face shot
Richard Mille, yours a fake watch
I love pullin’ triggers, I don’t take shots

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 3: Casanova]
Let me bust a rhyme for you cats
Shoot up the club, I’m like Shyne with the gat
Throw your queen over the bridge
Tell your bitch this were Nas used to live
I’m from the jungle but it’s concrete
I bring havoc when I mob deep
Fuck around and be a dead man
I’m a Blood, you could call me red man
I’m in the telly with a lot of girls
Or in your bitch belly like I’m Tommy Bunds
And if I ever land on D block
I’ma wild out like the 3 LOX

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
[I’m a gorilla, nigga]
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

Future – I Thank U Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this…

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

[Verse]
You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’ma never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
Richard Mille, I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler

Rent money – Future lyrics

Lyrics Future – Rent money

Super!
They go crazy, yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’.(rent money)

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you.

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, f*ck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, f*ck you
I put a middle finger up, because, f*ck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, f*ck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified, you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up in yo’ set
f*ckin’ with them strippers all in G5ive
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s f*ck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.

Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga f*ck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s f*ck you
I let my brother f*ck your b*tch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I f*ck dem Super Bowl b*tches down in Houston
I got this Westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper b*tch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya b*tch, hall of fame.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.(rent money)

Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man versuri-lyrics.info
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a goddamn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A grammm!?(rent money)
Future lyrics
Video money

FUTURE – Rent Money lyrics

Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Future – Rent Money (Future Album)

[Intro]
Super
They go crazy
Yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

[Chorus]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 1]
Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a key on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 2]
I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch hall of fame

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fucked this R & B bitch, I should thank you, yeah

[Trap House Skit]
*Knocking*
Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga?
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a got damn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A gram!?

Future – Rent Money lyrics

Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you