NAV – Snap Lyrics



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[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You found out your girlfriend is a thot-ho (Thot, thot)
I found out my penthouse on the top floor (On the top)
Still the same person, I just shop more (I’m the same)
Elliante diamonds, we don’t shop gold
These rappers say they real, but they not, though (Not, though)
They say they got VV’s but they not, though (Not, though)
How you say you ballin’ with no guap, though? (Broke)
Seven people sleepin’ at your spot, though (What you mean?)
When you goin’ up they suck your dick for clout (Suck it-suck it)
When you goin’ down they quick to throw you out
Change my number, I don’t wanna hang out (Fuck ’em all)
Catch me by myself with all my chains out

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Verse 2]
Misleading all the kids, they sellin’ dreams
They ain’t even got a crib but they got Amiri jeans
They ain’t did the shit they said, ain’t what it seems
Don’t believe nothing they say, that watch don’t cost a hundred G’s (Yeah)
I could lose her ten times, still get my bitch back (Get her back)
Flooded out Phillipe, feel like I got my wrist back (Wrist back)
Used to wear Supreme, now it’s designer mismatch (Yup)
Women-sized Balencis, didn’t think I could fit that
Lord, forgive me for my sins, if they catch me then I’m done
When you come from where I’m from, always gotta keep a gun (Yeah)
Only brown boy in the game, watch me ball with no assists
Got a Bimmer on my wrist, spent a iPad on my kicks

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley, Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Outro]
They abusing, no cap
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap (No cap)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat (Hundred flat, flat)
Plenty moves made, Maybachs back-to-back
They dream girl callin’ and-
No cap
No cap
No cap



Rich the Kid – Racks Out Lyrics



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[Intro]
TheLabCook

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1]
Blew a mil’, I done did that (I done did that)
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack (Ice, ice, ice)
He got two hundred thousand for that contract (For that contract)
Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at? (What, what?)
In that pussy, got her drippin’ (Got her drippin’)
She had to leave, he was slippin’ (He was slippin’)
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
I don’t trust a bitch that say she different (Lil’ bitch)
She puttin’ gas in my Wraith (In my Wraith)
Yeah the money hide in safe (Hide in safe)
I can’t trust ’em ’cause they fake
Fucked a bitch to get the cake (Get the cake)
Chase the money, on a race (On a race)
Don’t put that pussy in my face (What?)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2]
Throw a quarter-mil, you can’t do it (Yeah, yeah)
Why you cappin’? AP fake, I ain’t stupid (Stupid)
I just wanna get that money, put my team on (My team on)
Cuban link on me, it’s an ice cup (Ice, ice, ice)
Bet she want a purse match her brown hair (Brown hair)
But she trippin’, ain’t no fuckin’ trickin’ ’round here (‘Round here)
Niggas switch up when they make it (When they make it)
I had the chance, I had to take it (Woo)
Stay back, your money way flat (Money way flat)
I’m the fuckin’ CEO, how you gon’ top that? (How you gon’ top that?)
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at? (Mop at?)
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back (Rich)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

2 Chainz – Statute of Limitations Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz & Lil Yachty]
Statute of limitations
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I ain’t made a play since 2011
Can I talk my shit now?
Gotta talk my shit
I put in the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit

[Verse 1]
McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
Had a half a ticket ‘fore I met with Def Jam
Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
No Wolverine here
Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
And Weezy gon’ buy everything except a brick
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
You ain’t runnin’ shit

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Verse 2]
You won’t meet a girl that say that she left me
I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
Testing, testing, God gon’ protect me
Went to Pristine, IV gon’ protect me
Ask Steph Jack about the pack
Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat’
Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat’
I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Outro]
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh mmh
Have the legal petrol now, though
You dig?
87, 89, and 93
Gas

Gunna – Baby Birkin Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

[Verse 1]
Young Gunna went and jumped in head first (Head first)
Roamed the streets and finally found my work (Found my work)
Killed that nigga, left him dead-dirt (Yuh)
Took his body, now the coupe a hearse (Damn)
250 in his man purse (Man purse)
Felt like diamonds drippin’ off my damn shirt (True)
I got bitches trappin’ on the Amherst (Amherst)
I done kept a long way from the bookers (Nah)
It’s so hard to give trust because love hurts
She don’t come easy, nigga, it’s hard work (Hard work)
They be ridin’ shotgun like a Mossberg (Mossberg)
She start suckin’ and won’t let me park first (Damn)
She made me bust a nut, that’s a star burst (Star burst)
She got ass and titty like Miss Parker (Uh)
Swear this bih used to be the martyr (Martyr)
We keep women ’cause we workin’ harder
Lotta bookings, I’m goin’ back to Florida (Florida)
All my Eliantte diamonds is water (Water)
Money hungry, I got a disorder (Oh)
That plain Rolex cost more than a quarter (Yeah)
Keep your wife, I’m takin’ your daughter (Daughter)
If she hold it down, I’ma award her (Yeah)
I still listen to reason, I’m smarter (Smarter)
To invoke for whatever we oughta

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

[Verse 2]
I put diamonds on a redbone (Redbone)
I popped a pill and now my head gone (My head gone)
He slimed ’em out and we was dead wrong (Slime)
Them arms with AP look like honeycombs (Like honeycombs)
I done left my ex, told her ain’t comin’ home (Nah)
Told her she won’t see me ’til my money long (On God)
I been knockin’ these hoes down like domino (Domino)
I had shit, I was stealin’ my cousin clothes (Damn)
Now I drip every day like I’m runnin’ over (Drip)
My shoes lately be more than a hundred homes (Hundred homes)
I don’t cherish, I know that they come and go (They come and go)
I got boomerang bitches they comin’ back (Comin’ back)
I go straight in the hole like a runningback (Gone)
Cut your neck like a tree, I’m a lumberjack (Yeah)
Different colors on me I don’t wanna match (C’mon)
When she suckin’, look at me, I’m lovin’ that (Yeah)
My next show booking gon’ be a hunnid racks (Yeah)
I can’t beef with you boys on the internet (Internet)
Can’t do business ’cause nigga you been a rat (Been a rat)
We pop up at yo’ crib like the Men in Black (Yuh)
When it come to that cash I interact (Cash)
When I’m fuckin’ that body that pussy wet (Pussy wet)
She a groupie, keep askin’ where Uzi at (Uzi at)
Told my girl put that dope in her booty crack (Huh)
I’m a slimy lil’ nigga like Nudy, yeah

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

Derez De’Shon – Need Sum Mo Lyrics

[Intro: Derez De’Shon]
Swear it seem like yesterday
I was eatin’ ramen noodles off a plastic plate
I was really, but anyway
Judge just gave my brother Dreek 5 years today
Hurt to see his teared-up face
‘Cause I gotta feel it play
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)

[Verse 1: Derez De’Shon]
Derez De’Shon
I was cursed and I was gifted at the same time
I was hurt and I was injured but I stayed down
Fourth quarter, two minutes, I can’t waste time
Niggas dyin’ before 2040, my white lie
‘Cause I gotta be here for my son and daughters
Don’t ever want them to go through what I been through, hard times that scarred me
Reminiscing when times was harder
We ain’t have no light in the ‘partments
Just a baby, was boilin’ water
Long as the kids ate, I was fine with starvin’
Do you know the feeling when your mama askin’ you to help with the bills?
But you can’t help for real
But you still get what you give
I got partners locked up doin’ bids
Some doin’ life and some got a few years
Can’t go to visit, it hurt just to see ’em
I’ll do all I can ’til they free ’em

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I got my money the harder way
Baby mama tryna take my lil’ boy away
Man, you know what it was when you went this way
I got too many problems, I’m savin’ face
I got too many lawyers for random cases
I’m addicted to lean, I been buyin’ cases
I been goin’ too hard, got these niggas hatin’
Bought a brand new AP, got a friend wan’ date me
I keep fuckin’ with her, I guess I can’t shake it
I’ll be goddamn wildin’ when these niggas take me
Keep it real even though I know they was fakin’
Hold they nuts on me, they didn’t want me to make it
Keep them young niggas with me, they still be takin’
Thankin’ God that he bettered my situation
I can’t wait to pull up and see nigga’s faces
I can’t go back to the basics

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
The streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
From the bottom, we was poor, I need some more
I need some more, yeah
I said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
Top, bottom, we was poor
I need some more, yeah, yeah

Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Tee Grizzley – Mr. Grizzley Lyrics

[Intro]
My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s 100
Got about five chains, nothin’ but half a ticket
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo)
Give her back shots ’til her back weak (Uh)
Huh, six figures when they tax me
Know some street niggas makin’ M’s livin tax-free (My niggas)
Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha)
Huh, and we don’t want the load ‘less the bag cheap (Cheap)
Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet
Hundred racks last week, that wasn’t even a fast week (Slow)
Tell that bitch I’m tryin’ to wake up to the neck (Neck)
I don’t go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check)
Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet
Block her number, now her theme song Drake, “I’m Upset” (I’m Upset)

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I heard she don’t answer DMs (Oh yeah?)
I’ma still shoot my shot like “What’s the deal?” (What up?)
Ass so pretty, don’t matter if it’s real (Nah)
No competition, she know she badder than them (I got)
Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah)
Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah)
Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick
She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz)
All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?)
Little money never told big money shit
Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick
I can start a campfire ’cause I’m ridin’ with them sticks, plus I

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

NAV – Know Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up
Diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (what), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain’t cuffing that bitch (no), that ain’t on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane
Make a smart girl give me brain
Let the perkys kill my pain
Break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name
Hottest brown boy in the game

[Chorus]
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting

[Verse 2]
I’m TT (hmm), rolling up the dope
Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

[Chorus]
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting

Sheck Wes – Wanted Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Mudboy!
Bitch!
Mudboy!
Bitch!
(One, two)

[Verse 1]
Where’s the, where’s the… gas, gas?
Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass
Never too many, grab bags
Too many hoes with fat ass
Hole in the back of your head like a snapback
It ain’t no scheme when you tryna get the scouts back (Bitch)
Too many funny, shit like “Nigga, where the scouts at?” (Where?)
I like bad hoes (Bitch), they like me back (Yeah)
I got mad hoes (Yeah), gotta subtract (I got hoes)
Nigga ain’t tried me so don’t watch that (I got hoes)
‘Til a nigga try me, don’t watch that (No)
I ain’t Dej Loaf (Try me), nigga try that (Try me)
Get toe-tagged (Bitch), get body-bagged (Try me)
Cause we gon’ turn up, and leave the boy sad
‘Cause in the fucking world, this shit gets so mad
But it’s a grimy world, we was ’bout that (‘Bout that)
If i’s a grimy world, then niggas bout that
Bitch!
I mean, that’s what it is, niggas
Bitch!

[Chorus]
‘Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Yeah)
It’s a grimy world (Bitch) ’cause niggas on shit (Yeah)
116th, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
14th street, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Sheck Wes the hottest in the country (Uh)
Pull up on you blowin’ straight funky (Funky)
Lil Jon, how I get crunky (Yeah)
She on that posion (Uh), gettin’ drunk, yeah
Like I got asthma, can never leave the pump, yeah
‘Cause it’s a grimy world (Huh), ’cause niggas want want shit (want shit)
They’ll suffocate ya, like so quick
But this shit in my nature, I grew up too quick
I used to take the train to act a ass in public (Public)
And now my fuckin’ bae still act a ass in public (Yeah)
Lust boys, 30-plus, you should rush it
Run up in the spot, and go dummy (Uh)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Got shit)
They leave us young niggas with no options (No options)
They leave us young niggas with the robbin’ (Robbin’)
But I was Robin Hood (Hood), when I was robbin’ (Givin’)
Free my brother, AP, went down for the plottin’ (Bitch!)
Free my nigga, Mike, he went down for the plottin’ (Bitch)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Bitch)
‘Cause it’s a grimy world, and niggas ’bout shit (‘Bout shit)

[Chorus]
I said on 14th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Yeah)
59th street, I was wanted (Woo!)
Lustboys, nigga, we was wanted (Uh-uh)
Lustboys stay fucking wanted (Uh)
‘Cause we was young niggas (Bitch) that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
‘Cause we was young niggas that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
(With my, with my)
Bitch!
Gas, gas
(With my, with my, with my, with my)
Bitch, bitch
Immigrants, nigga
(Broke boys)
Bitch! Bitch!

Tee Grizzley – Tee Grizzley x Offset x London Lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Smoking up [??], lungs open up
Jumping in that pussy like it’s double dutch (ugh)
Drop a trace of [??] in my double cup (double cup)
Hit it with the fork, I beat it upper cut
[??] burn up on they knees (woo)
Frost up in my AP, double it up with Patek Phillipe (Phillipe)
Murder while he sleep like Freddy Kruger, Elm Street (arrgh)
Hundreds like I’m neat (neat)
Fuck ’em by the three (three)
Pockets on Monique (Monique)
We got stripes like referees (stripes)
Shawty so petitie but suck the dick just like a leech (woo)
Moonwalk on the bitch like Billie Jean, she [??] my feet (woo)
My drip is [??] hundreds what I seek
Perfect physique, I tape a brick off to your cheek (brick)
Trapping out the bando, we got blow just like a leaf (blow)
Chopper get to eating, biting, we gon’ have a feast (argh)
Golden ticket, [??] speak unless it’s brief

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

Lil Baby – Boss Bitch lyrics

(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I made a hunnid in two days, neighbour trippin’ cause I keep the door swangin’
I drop a mixtape today, they gon’ be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
AMG on the floor like a low rider
Having rich arguments my whole problem
Running money up I don’t see nobody
Buying lawyers for both of the [?]
Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
Ask about me [?]
Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
I can’t hit them all so I Pikachu
I don’t text ’em I just stick and move
Fresh pair of Loubs

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Forty pointers that’s a waffle cart
Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
Drip, dripping like that it’s the shower on
Them ain’t real, them diamonds are rhinestones
I’m straight I got the iron now
Too many hoes bought another phone
I apologise, AP honeycomb
Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
You know the water make the pussy get wetter
Ooh, can’t name a nigga that do it better
I got too many hoes like I’m Hugh Hefner
Different foreign bitches, I’ma put ’em together
Yeah they know I’m a trendsetter

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

Lil Baby – Intro (Harder Than Ever) lyrics

[Intro]
Know im sayin’
This that new wave shit know what im sayin’
This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what i’m saying, free the gang)

[Verse 1]
Im smoking loud this that moonrock
They tryna sue cause i’m gettin’ paper
I dropped out of school and get no education
My momma she happy cause I finally made it
She living better [?] is full
Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
With an AP today tomorrow switch it up
Honeycomb diamonds VVS’s cut
Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
I took me a break, don’t mean i’m getting rusty
I’m gaining this weight they say i’m getting husty
I stand on front line I’m all about the [?]
I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
Stand in the glizzy shoot til’ it’s empty
I come from the projects jumping over fences
I found me a plug and went and made a killing
I think we in love we shoot his ass and children
Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin
I think im the plate I need to reinvent me
I handle my business now i’m worth some millions
Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
Them niggas weren’t fucking with me they weren’t friendly
If you went with me back then then you ain’t seeing no [?]
We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
Real dope boy I ain’t nothing’ like the weirdos
Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
It cost a lil more when it’s real gold
We already up keep the field goal
Remember that day that I lost all that cake

Playboi Carti – FlatBed Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint

Cuban Doll – Bankrupt (Remix) (feat. Lil Yachty & Lil Baby) lyrics

[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coop is prayin’ tutu
[?] cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
Niggas servin’, bitches drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Boy used to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was foreign
Killin’ shit, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
Don’t be sad now a nigga up
AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out bitch if you ain’t tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clist round my check like a motherfuckin’ satchel

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
100 bottles, no sparkles, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like we counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
This shit didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics

[Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Yeah (you know)
Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
Huh, count up
Huh, yeah (skrrt)
Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

[Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

[Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
I’m like, yeah where the money go?

[Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
Talkin’ this rap shit
You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
He talkin’ that tough shit
And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
What, yeah, don’t blame me
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

[Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Ha, yeah
What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
Every time we do music, this shit go
Huh, yeah, huh, what
Milli gang shit, ha
DDB, bitch
What, your bitch shit, ooh
CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
Milli gang shit, yeah
DDB shit
Yeah, know we run shit
Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
Take your books out, yeah

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

Rae Sremmurd – Close lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
30, you a fool for this one
Oh, C-L-O-S-E
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Lowrider, my avenue (ooh)
But that truck’s not up my avenue (no)
You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (screwed)
And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
C-L-O-S-E
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Jxm, ayy
You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it
Wanna settle some debt but not at the moment
I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me
Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
Makin’ me claustrophobic
Bust down the AP and wet the Rollie
Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me
Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (show me you love me)
I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get packed to go outside (woo)
Blowin’ on the strong like how high (blowin’ on strong)
Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
Stayed down and it paid off big time

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
C-L-O-S-E (through it)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

Belly – Maintain (feat. NAV)

[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me
20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days
No days off, and I maintain
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
Same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
Bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby
I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man
My little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones
My queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home
Who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing
Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah

Belly – Maintain Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly & NAV]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me
20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days
No days off, and I maintain
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
Same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
Bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby
I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man
My little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones
My queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home
Who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly & NAV]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing
Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Belly, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly & NAV]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah

Famous Dex – Light (feat. Drax Project) (Lyric Video)

[Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I was thinkin’, I was chillin’, now I’m feelin’, now I’m spillin’
I was geekin’ off a perc and I was thinkin’ we should chill for the night (we should chill for the night)
Chill for the night (chill for the night, yeah)
Hold on
She say she single so we mingle, doin’ drugs we know illegal
Baby girl, she wanna eat me like some pizza, so we cool for the night (cool for the night)
Only one night (only one night)
Yeah, ooh (yeah, ooh)
And off a perky (and off a perky)
You lookin’ good, I’m feelin’ dehydrated, feelin’ thirsty (thirsty)
I wanna drink you, baby, hope you ain’t shy (I hope you ain’t shy, yeah)
Don’t be shy (don’t be shy, yeah)
Yeah, ooh
Swear to God, girl, your man a loser (he’s a loser)
He a goofy, he beef on computers (computers)
I want you, baby, swear to God, I ain’t gon’ hurt you (hurt you)
Yeah
I might put you on the cursor, yeah

[Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
So I caught her at the bar, now she had a couple shots (uh, what)
Now I take her to my crib (what else), I’ma fuck her, cuff her for the night (for the night, yeah)
Only one night, ooh (only one night, yeah, Dexter)
She woke up, she say, "Dex", (what), "How I get here?" (get here)
I said, "Baby, we came up in the Lyft", (skrr), "And we got here alright" (got here alright, yeah)
So, baby, don’t fight, ooh, yeah (baby, don’t fight, yeah)
She lookin’ thirsty (thirsty), take a shot, a little Patrón if you thirsty (if you thirsty)
And, baby girl, please don’t be shy, ooh (don’t be shy, yeah)
I can see in your eyes, yeah (I can see in your eyes, yeah)
That you want a real man like me
You wanna hang out with a man like me
Got diamonds on my teeth, iced out my AP, yeah
I’m going’ crazy in the streets, yeah
Hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

[Outro: Famous Dex]
Ooo, ooo
Dexter, yeah
Hahaha

Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Lil bitch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like I know the dots
I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
I’m a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the [?]
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Right or Wrong Lyrics

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I’ve been standing outside of the door has stuck up the stove
Look at my eyes tell me what you see
Whole lotta pain you can say that you don’t
Give up on you I would say that I won’t
A lotta people I had that to live alone
Momma told that Im going to jail
I ain’t respond I just hang up the phone
Them niggas trynna to get change on you
How can you say that
The whole time I was locked in a cell
They was holding my back (no lie)
Im on everythink that’s a fact, I ain’t never looking back
I ain’t never going back, forever gon run up that sack
Spit nothing but the truth when I spit on the track
Show my scars I do not where I at
Baby Joe put that draco to his back
Baby Joe put that draco to his cap
That shit that you talkin I tell you it’s cap
Don’t talk on that phone I know that its tapped
Fuck jail I don’t wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is at
NBA, I put that on the map
Everyday they be in the trap
Death for me so I stay with a strap
It’s gon happen I no runnin from that
Hope my son still grow up with a dad
I ve been scare really quick I can be mad
I ve been scared I do this for my friends

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been doing everything wrong
Draped up in VVS stones
When they want Chanel I put it on
Caught the Bentayaga put it on
Hop the Lamborghini and I’m gone
I didn’t hit a lick fucking long
I was selling liks in the zone
I don’t ran it up from money long
I just speed race for the dollars
I got cuban link on my coler
Keep a plane AP on my wrist
I done already got rich
Got 20 chains in the vault
Put a dog food to my dawg
Im on prometh everysingle day
I don’t never have withdrawals
The streets they calling my name
Start gainin a little fame
Drive the bitches insane
Most niggas gonna change
My niggas stay the same
Switching in another lanes
I just cop a new Range
Only drove it one time
Still thuggin one time
Turn a seven to a dime
Whoop the four to a nine
Flawless diamonds gonna shine
Make a nigga go blind
I’ve been walkin like a head light
Get a different head everynight
Got a aunt still I love to ??
Free the 5 star hotel that’s a motherfuckin projects
I recognize that Im blessed?
Im very different from the rest
Put my niggas on jets
Just to motivate the thugs
Just to show the nigga love

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

Migos – Stir Fry (On SNL) (Live)

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)

[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?
You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)

Alex Aiono – Psycho, God’s Plan & Look Alive Mashup Lyrics

Psycho by Post Malone

Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
Made my first million, I’m like, “Damn, this is it,” ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
And I had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we could send in the rent’
And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh

God’s Plan by Drake

She said, “Do you love me?” I tell her, “Only partly”
I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry
Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me
81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
And you know me
Turn the O2 into the O3, dog
Without 40, Oli, there’d be no me
Imagine if I never met the broskies, oh

God’s plan, God’s plan
I can’t do this on my own, on my own
Someone watchin’ this is close, this is close
I’ve been me since Scarlett Road

Look Alive by BlocBoy JB

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive
Yeah they came up on this side, now they on the other side
Oh well, forget ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride
I get racks to go outside and then I split it with the guys
We up on the other side, so I did actin’ like we tied
I’ve been gone since, like, July, so I did actin’ like I died

Mixed

Yeah they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip

[Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

[Verse 1]
Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe)
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me (hoe)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)

[Verse 2]
Told my fam I got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me? (ha-ha)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, nawf)
Amateur brain, yea we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter keep begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I’m giving your hoe away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we ‘gone pray with the pastor’s scriptures (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip

Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga!

[Offset:]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse
Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Told the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse
I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he’s ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits