Young Thug – Money Shot Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, diamonds real clear (clear)
Never drink beer (nah)
I prefer lean, my dear (Wok’, slatt)
Eight hoes with me like Santa Claus’ deers (slatt)
And I’m gon fly outta here
Wheezy beats
Buzz Lightyear (ayy)

[Verse ]
I drink [?] Voss (woah)
I ain’t never drove an Impa—nah
Pinky ring is a star (uh)
Young nigga buyin’ out the bar, yeah (cash out)
The top go away (uh, whew)
[?]
Get me a bottle
Pop it and spray it in his face
Why the big bubble every baby, uh
Why the big bezel very amaze, yeah
Buy the big bezel every baby, uh
Why the big bezel very baby, ooh
So many spots, got you dazed (dazed)
So many spots like a maze (maze)
Gotta see the plantation, it’s amazin’ (maze)
I need 500 [?] (woo)
All my diamonds got a cravin’, huh
Got the bitch a spot in Brookhaven, huh
Diamonds so wet like I bathe em, yeah
Nuts too big to be scary, yeah
Psychic like That’s So Raven, yeah
Shot a fuck nigga in his face (doo-doo-doo-doo)
[?], not a [?]
All these feds tryna raid, yeah
Flipping these bitches, Johnny Cage (huh)
Bitches wanna fuck a bitch bae (ooh)
Bitches steady with the bang bang (woo)
Bitches wanna fuck night and day (woo)
This ain’t for you no shade (woo)
First I was ugly, now I’m lame
Bitches wanna have a baby (woo)
They say I look good and smell the same (woo)
Dawg you better guard your wave, yeah
Rap niggas watching my page, yeah
Yeah, pussy smell good like ooh, ooh
Bald head pussy got a shave
Good music playin’ through Dre’s
I’ma take the diamonds and wash my face, yeah
Bitch I’m gettin’ fresh in my sleep, yeah
Ain’t out rockin’ no J’s, yeah
Star on my Nike, today
Gorilla pants and they Bape (woo)
I’m havin’ a marvellous day
Hop in the ‘Rarri, go major
I don’t play games, 2K
I can’t have one bae
These bitches they want a be around me
‘Cause they know I make ’em slay, hey

Tyler, The Creator – GELATO Lyrics

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator + Jaquees]
Let’s hope they don’t take this one down man
Ooh, mm, mhmm
Yeah
OG Parker

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator + Jaquees]
What’s the deal-o? Ain’t ‘gon lie, I’m feelin’ you
You got me on tippy toe, So who’s Oliv, who’s Elio?
It’s don’t matter, negative niggas gon’ say, this don’t add up
But fuck they math up, shit, we subtract ’em
Ayo, tell me whats the problem, I just pop models
Boy or girls these days, shit, it don’t matter
We can fuck Sunday cause I don’t read Bibles
But I’m faithful to this money and these Céline goggles
I don’t pop bottles, I just cop automobiles full throttle
New engine can’t follow, get a jet to Lake Como
We can try some new gelato, shawty, I’m forreal
Like my role model, hmm
So let’s—
Shawty, I listen
Unlike like my father, I can give you attention
You won’t feel empty like pocket that lint in
Pack a few bags I got space in my mansions (plural)
Hurry with decision
Cause I’m looking for a parrot and you looking like pigeon
Better That’s So Raven and get another vision
If you wanna be my newest edition like Bivins, woah

[Chorus: Jaquees]
Feel like you need some validation (Yeah, yeah)
I got a plan ’cause you’re more than that
No better situation, girl
No, no, you all for that, and I ‘magine that
Feel like you need some validation
While I’m grippin’, your waist, we move to your place
No better situation (come on)
Girl, I’ll be your escape, come and swing my way
You think niggas full of lies

[Outro: Tyler The Creator]
Yeah yeah, Golf Wang, Golf shit, shoutout Jaquees
Switch it up, picking up my car in hour, this view is beautiful