Listen French Montana & Alkaline Song “Formula”



French Montana did a remake of the sort of Alkaline‘s smash hit single “Formula” featured on the rapper’s new album Jungle Rules.

Dancehall fans are already weighing in on whether or not this new French Montana version is better than the original version. It’s clear that the Bad Boy rapper was feeling some dancehall vibe and was feeling this track. “My homie Chinx got murdered, murdered / Nobody seen, nobody heard / They left us on the corner with the killers here / Now, Nino in the Carter with the Cartier / My homie Max bought a hundred years / His mama body dry, can’t cry no tears,” Montana raps over the dancehall beat.

Aside from Alkaline, other artists likes Chinx, The Weeknd, Max B, Pharrell, Marc E. Bassy, Young Thug, T.I., Future, Swae Lee makes up the guest list for the 18 track album which was released midnight last night.



Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)



[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse]
I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate

Rae Sremmurd – Set The Roof (feat. Lil Jon)

[Intro]
Eardrummaz
Mike Will Made It
Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Lil Jon]
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
If I’m not mistaken, all my niggas made it
Two-three’s on my feet then the pump faded
Baby girl grab the [?] order french kissin’
Swae Lee missed the, come and check your bitch quickly
Hottest niggas on the planet, got the place lit up
Fly niggas, got expensive taste, they didn’t touch
I am not your nigga, you got me fucked up
Bought your bitch the bra that make her tits sit up
I only fit in with the niggas who stayin’ down
Money talks, you just poppin’ off at the mouth
If I’m the topic, then the conversation heated
Rae Sremmurd gettin’ booked up in every city

[Pre-Hook: Swae Lee]
Flash how we cash, had to spazz on the waiter
She fucked up my order three times in a row, woah
I’m good on gas, I just filled up my tank
Now let’s fill up her head and let’s see if she choke

[Hook: Lil Jon]
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Two bad bitches swimmin’ in my bed
Off with their head, off, off with their head
Young Slim fuckin’ bitches in my infrared
Come and hit the propane, I just lit the gas
Young wild niggas, livin’ fast
Stash your money in a brown paper bag
We set the roof on fire, then we flood it out
We just threw the money up, we ain’t even count
Shake it like a seizure, bustin’ in my speeder
Girl I’m bustin’ off the gasoline is fuckin’ up my speech
I’m a million dollar nigga, baby nothin’s out of reach
I’m a million dollar nigga like I hit the lottery

[Pre-Hook: Slim Jxmmi]
Splash how we cash, had to spazz on the waiter
She fucked up my order three times in a row, woah
I’m good on gas, I just filled up my tank
Now let’s fill up her head and let’s see if she goes

[Hook: Lil Jon]
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire
We set the roof, we set the roof
We set the roof on fire

RAE SREMMURD – Real Chill lyrics

They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip, man this bitch a flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love jim, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round Ben still (ben still)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me “baby boy don’t steal”
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the cloud, I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said “Swae Lee you off of the chain”

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Rae Sremmurd – Real Chill lyrics

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They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip, man this bitch a flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love jim, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round Ben still (ben still)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me “baby boy don’t steal”
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the cloud, I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said “Swae Lee you off of the chain”

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

Rae Sremmurd – Real Chill (feat. Kodak Black)

They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill, kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill, kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

My homie the real deal
The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
Nigga get a grip
I can’t get a grip made them benji’s flip
Walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
Girl you better put that ass to work
Can a nigga hold the cam like Kurt
Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
Big rims when I skrt-skrt
Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
I’m that nigga, fuck you heard
A young nigga sold some bird
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Musta seen a nigga skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will
All the ladies love Jxm
Ay-ay-ay, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

They tellin’ me slow down (slow down)
They gave me a chill pill (chill out)
Because I was spendin’ (spendin’)
They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)
I walk round with big steel (big steel)
I’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
I spit that real shit (real)
I call it real spill (real spill)
I need like 10 mil
I need to put my momma in a big crib
She be tellin’ me "baby boy don’t steal"
I ain’t listen to her cause I still steal
Went snap in and put some racks in my grill
No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
All I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your ear
Man I’m high as the kite I’m on a new atmosphere
Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
Don’t come over here cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friend
I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
If you ask me, it all spends
I’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)
I can’t even cruise because I got a spoiler
Hit the store, buy the store, let’s not loiter (loiter)
Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain"

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill
My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chill
Damn, this shit stay chill