Jump – French Montana feat. Travis Scott lyrics



Lyrics French Montana – Jump

Aye, Trav
This one for the wave culture (woooo!)
So prolific, yeah
If they talking ’bout ballin’
We jumping out the gym, baby!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeahhh.(jump)

I jump all day, (straight up), yeah
I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (skrrt)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump, all day.

Foreign cars ain’t rented
Drop tops, juuump in it
Hit it, top down, gang with me
Throwing up five cities
Trapping through the boost phone, buying those minutes
Me and Trav in that four, running through limits
f*cking with your boy, man sky ain’t the limit
Now Sky-Dweller OG five .. with the chemist, ah
I’ve been tweakin’ off the pills with a stick .. and some ‘Yac when I ride through that motherf*cker
Once some good niggas slipping to these hatin’ a*s niggas
So I ain’t playin’ I just (gunshot), graah
Pull up to the rock versuri-lyrics.info
Grab that Filipina, look up at my Opp, way up
Hot, got ice on my hand
Me and Trav juuump out, we ain’t gonna drop the top off, damn
Yeahhh!

I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all day.

I’d rather go fight off the devil
Spend another night in this hell
A*s and titties by the several
Bout to take it up another level
Bout to juuump out on the tropics
With my d*ck out, everybody watching
Running and they ain’t ‘gon stop me
Only way I solve all my problems
‘Bout to go drive my Diablo
Grab the stick and wheel with my eyes closed
All up in yo phone, f*cking on my model
On the narcos, feel like Pablo
Got my first chain, was rose golden
White b*tches on me like I’m Kobe
Turn my jewellery to my trainer
Tell em “ice me,” ’cause I’m swollen.

I juuump all day
I juuump all day
I juuump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all dayyy.

French Montana lyrics
Video French Montana



Go off – Lil Uzi Vert feat. Travis Scott lyrics



Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Go off

One more ride (ride) one more race (ride)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go off (I’ma ride tonight)
I’m the master of my fate
I’ma go off (I’ma go off)
I’ma go off (I’ma go off)
I gotta go now.

Taking off and I’m riding on the road now
Hit the gas, no brakes, gotta go now
Put my life on the line, yeah it’s on me
Blood rushing through my veins, no IV
Ride, switching lanes, you can’t stop me
You can smell the propane when you pass me (propane)
Ride for the gang because I’m the chief (gang gang)
Helicopter hovering, it’s high speed
Chase, drive, straight
I’mma, race, to the, cake
Flame, on it, no chain, on me
All of, us, became, homies.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go off (I’ma ride tonight)
I’m the master of my fate
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go now.

Nine-nine, nine-nine (yeah)
You’re rocking with the ether child in overdrive
Yeah yeah, I-5 to I-9
We go all niiiiight, yeah (straight up!)
Double 0 speed, double 0 Chevy
I hit the fourth gear, hope I don’t drift
Souped up cars all around me
Hot-boxing at a high speed
One lane driving
Bad thing beside me
One more time on the road (it’s lit)
One more time ‘fore we go.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go now.

Gotta go now, gotta go
Swervin’ in my whip can’t slow down
Driving fancy cars, boy I’m on the road now
Automatic start, my Vic take a code now
Yeah, rockstar, heavy metal, no guitar
Why you pay so much for your Nissan? Because it’s GTR
First I shift it, click it, burning rubber like I’m moving dark
Drive at night, I chop my top so I can relate to the stars
Yeah, relate to the stars versuri-lyrics.info
I’ma race you for a pink slip
I got nitrous in my car so tell me what you thinkin’
My adrenaline start pumpin’ so I been stopped blinkin’.

One more ride (ride) one more race (race)
We go all out, we don’t play
One more ride, one more race
We don’t slow down, ain’t no brakes
I’ma go off (yeah) I’ma ride tonight (yeah)
It don’t matter what we face
I’ma go offf (I’ma go offff)
I’ma go offff (I’ma go offff)
I gotta go nowww.
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
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Usher – No Limit (Remix) (feat. Master P, Travis Scott, 2 Chainz, A$Ap Ferg & Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Usher]
Yeah I meant what I said on the first one
Not long then I’m comin’ with the new one
Yeah I know, y’all been waitin’ for a minute
That’s what I do, keep it no limit
G-Mix! Yep yep, Ursher baby
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
T Scott and Master P with me, no limit baby
2 Chainz and Gucci mane, no limit
Yeah, Eastside Ferg, not the re but the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you roll with a nigga like me
There’s no limit baby, G-Mix
[Verse 1: Master P & Usher]
More money, more bitches gon’ love ya
I got the hook up, it’s nothin’
I park the Phantom, we fuckin’, I told her friend that we wasn’t
I told her man that we cousins
I made this remix for Usher, did it for Travis and hustlin’
I gave the game to my youngsters
I showed ’em how to get paper
We takin’ trips to Jamaica
I’ve been bout it bout it, since "Bout It, Bout It"
Bad bitches gon’ come up out it
We ain’t even gotta talk about it
No Limit boys get rowdy-rowdy
Shawty bad, I won’t try that
Say she want it, I’ma buy that
All this ice get them panties wet
Ughhh, it’ll ride that
G-Mix, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Silkk The Shocker with the bandana tied sideways (yeah)
Master P, no gold teeth, I got the diamonds in it
I’ve been minding my business, you’ve been minding mine
If the love has no limit, why your ass decline? (straight up)
All these cell phone minutes, all these written rhymes (yeah, yeah)
Just one thing to make this finish if you cross the line (yeah)
Eat, sleep, fuck, sleep, fuck
Yeah, all day, that’s my baby (yeah)
She private, party, to keep me, started
Baby, party, these diamonds, cost forty
All this money gotta count for something (yeah)
Keep that shit no limit, fuck 100 (straight up)

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
Give you that black card, no limit (yep yep)
2 Chainz, hold up, Tity Boi
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay you’re fine, shawty you know that you’re fine
I pull you out of the line
Then I recline, I put it right in your spine
I make you smile all the time
I pour you wine, I’m puttin’ Act’ into mine
I take it back like rewind
I take you back, put you in back of the Bach
I got my hand on your thighs
I am the ice cream man, no limit
Pull up in a two seater with four women baby
Mouth full of golds, lick you from your head to your toes
All these lame dudes get exposed
Only the real, I give an F how you feel
I spent a check on these clothes
I make a wish on a rose, I got the stars on the roof
I am a dog, I go woof
I am the shit, I am the Pepe Le Pew
I got a rep in the crew
I got a plan with a partna, I got her out of the Honda
I just might get her a tank
I give a fuck what you think
Takin’ selfies in the bank

[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
I’m Silkk The Shocker, clothes designer, Fendi, Prada
Mama got the illest nana
Beat it proper, eat it up just like desire
Make me holler "oh my God"
Mommy, daddy, but I’m father from her father
Smoke the coochie up like marijuana
Do the honors, long as she mow the lawn up
Make her scream like "uhhh"
I’m the new Dave P Miller, yeah
Might ball in that chinchilla, ay
Probably try out for the A, ay
Cause I score more than these niggas, ay
Remember them TV dinners
And never go to Nevel’s for the mean dinner, ay
I’ma go with the grilled steak, ay
Swear it feel good to be richer

[Hook: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
Got that Master P, no limit baby
If I give you that black card, better show me, no limit
Just know right now it’s the G-Mix
There’s no limit baby

[Verse 5: Gucci Mane]
I done fucked with this one and that one, a white one, a black one
I’ve been there and done that now I ain’t even on that
But these hoes ain’t on shit anyway
And at the end of the day man I don’t even want that
I lucked up then I fucked up and we broke up
Then we made up but I got locked back up
But it ain’t how you fall, it’s how you get right back up
I’m a one man army and my bitch my back up
Now it’s sit ups, pull ups, drips, and push ups
Thinkin’ bout the one who kept it triller
That’s my chick, she kept it realer
None of these hoes ain’t fuckin’ with her
You my private soldier mama, can I call you meal?
It’s truly ain’t no limit bae and I can’t wait to see you
Everything you think you want, know I can’t wait to give
Let’s lay a rock solid foundation bae cause I just wanna build
Your wildest dreams and fantasies, the way that you should live
Like Master P with golden ceilings babe and diamond chandeliers

[Outro: Usher]
Make you say uh, no limit
She put that Master P on me, no limit baby
Got her sitting court side, no limit
Just know how it go if you put it on me
There’s no limit baby
Make you say uh, no limit
I C-Mu-Mu-Mu-Murder that, no limit baby
Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit
Just know when you call and request it
Y’all asked for the G-Mix

Jeremih – All The Way lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/jeremih-artist.html”>JEREMIH All The Way lyrics

No! No! [?]
You’ll shoot your eye out kid
Merry Christmas

Wait, jingle bells all the way
Aye, on your [?] make that shake
Got about three hoes on my sleigh
And tryna’ tee up Christmas day
Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way
Got all them bells on the shake
Got bout three hoes on the way
Got bout three hoes on my slight
Legs up (Hello Kity?)
Hell yeah (I wanna prove)
It’s giving season (but you got a man)
Yeah yeah (tell him I don’t care)
I’m in the spirit (yeah yeah)
She cool as [?]

I don’t play (legs up)
See my face (hell yeah)
Have a seat (oh yeah)
Make them play (hell yeah)
She can’t wait (yeah yeah)
Still awake (spread awake)
To open yeah, it’s Christmas Day
(jingle bells on the way) all the way!
(on your [?], make it shake) I make it shake!
(got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh) up on my sleigh!
I tried to tee up on this day I give it every day!
(Won’t you, won’t you jingle bells all the way) all the way!
(got them bells all on the sleigh) I give it every day!
(I got three hoes every day) I brought them away
(I got three hoes in my sleigh) Aye!

I keep you close, hallowed in snow
Call your santa clothes
That’s what Christmas for

Hey, I got Gina on the way (on the way)
Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (up everyday)
Tell them jingle bells all the way (all the way)
Bells [?] make them shake (make them shake)
I got three hoes on the way (up on the way)
They tryna to tee up Christmas day (up everyday)

Tell me what you wish for, should I get off?
And I’ll be right there to set it off
I’ll be right there to deck the halls
Either your love or none at all
And your presence is a present for me
For Christmas or just because
It’s either your love or none at all
Your love or none at all

Christmas!
Oh, I love Christmas
Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year
I buy Christmas gifts, but just because, because you’re supposed to
Jesus
Autotune that for me
Jesus
I buy Christmas gifs
Jesus is [?]
I swear to God if you leave my vocals like that
Autotune my shit and put them, put them Travis Scott effects on it

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wan’ be a star
Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If i ever call your phone baby
Best believe its only one time

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone
I’m in the zone

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone (feat. Young Thug & Quavo) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’ (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’mma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody won’t be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy (Brrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’

Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the pipe
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time (Brrrrrr)

Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’mma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’