Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics



[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Please don’t hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
I’ma do my own thing
I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah



Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics



[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
Should’ve never been around here in the first place
These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

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)

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

Juice WRLD – London Tipton Lyrics

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Damn hoe, damn hoe
You ain’t no fair
Fast life, fast life, no slow here
Got a Columbian plug, she a coke head
Told her come and ride dick like Moped
Take off, then she take her shirt off
Start the car, then skrt off
Then she take her skirt off
I love poppin’ pills, mix it with the Smirnoff
Told me when I get too high and throw up, that’s a turn off
Light my demons on fire and pray to god they burn off
I ain’t birdman baby, but I’m still Stunna
Drip or Drown with the sauce, like my name Gunna
I like percocets way more than Marijuanna

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

[Verse: Doobie Dalil]
Get it how you live then, fuck my enemies
I just put a pyramid, in my Hennessey
I’m in the streets, and if she got an ass I’m prolly in her cheeks
She like “I gave Doobie some pussy, he don’t remember me” I never do
Slidin’ in my DM, who the hell is you
Vibin in this bitch, I’m smokin stank and eatin’ edibles
Fuck it if it do not benefit, or bring us revenue
50 on my glizzy, one up top how I prepare to shoot
Gang bitch, run off on the plug, it’s the gang shit
It’s like I don’t even wipe my ass, how I stain shit
Fuck her rough, choke her while I slam it like I’m camb, bitch
And I swear I don’t [?] my dick inside the same bitch

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

T-Pain – Boo’d Up (T-Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: T-Pain]
This shit been overdue
I’m still not over you, oh
This shit been overdue
It’s a T-Mix, baby

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
They be like, “How many songs can you make about a booty?”
Like a thousand, ooh girl, you gon’ learn today, come get this poundin’
I’m not finished, I’ma hit it in the shower
So get that thang tooted, booted, ready to get into it
I’m out here, babe
You fuck with lame-o’s (you fuck with lame-o’s)
They just copy me (they copy), they work at Kinko’s (they work at Kinko’s)
Tell your big friend come give me them cankles (gimme the booty)
Tell her her eyes and her legs gon’ be in back of her head
Now, I can’t even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don’t even look right
But I know you be creepin’, girl, I see you tonight (yeah)
Just give me 30 minutes, baby, I’ll be on the way (I’m on the way)
To keep that pussy on display (yeah)
You think I’m gettin’ boo’d up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
I’m ’bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
Dick dancin’ everywhere, I do the Balls Johnson (yeah)
Dick you down, take you ’round, got you mall hoppin’ (yeah)
You been ballin’, baby, this ain’t even called shoppin’ (yeah)
Money get you wet, diamonds get your drawers droppin’

[Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
Ooh, boo, boo
You remind me of my ’62, I see them subwoofers jumpin’
Between them thighs like shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (BlocBoy)
Shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (yeah)
Ooh
Wouldn’t mind gettin’ all up in you
Girl, I’m ’bout to have you runnin’
I ain’t speakin’ nothin’ but the truth
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Chorus: T-Pain]
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
I like the way you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom
I just wanna see you make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom toot up
Make that bottom toot up
She make that bottom, I just wanna see you

[Verse 2: Ella Mai]
Yeah, feelings, so deep in my feelings
No, this ain’t really like me
Can’t control my anxiety
Feeling, like I’m touching the ceiling
When I’m with you I can’t breathe
Boy you do something to me

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
Oh how, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it’s true
I think I might die without you
Feeling all over my body
You know how I like it
Ain’t gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Verse 4: Ella Mai]
Head over heels in love
Right in front of you, ain’t gotta look no more baby (hah)
I wanna build this love
And everything you want, you ain’t gotta ask for
You got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Told you from the jump I’m the one to choose
Ya got me boo’d up, boo’d up
Boo’d up, boo’d up
Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
That get me high like you do

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
Ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

[Outro: Ella Mai]
This is such a crazy feeling, like
I don’t want to get too attached, but
I feel like I already am
My mind’s telling me one thing, but
I guess I should listen to my heart
Right?

Wiz Khalifa – Gin & Drugs Lyrics

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club
About three of them, dawg I’m not kiddin’
When I tell you if you came with your bitch
Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine
Let’s start from the beginning
With a young nigga from the ‘Burgh
Smokin’ weed, gettin’ money, fuck what you heard
Know they hate ’cause I’m flyer than I ever been
High off a medicine
Bitch bad, her ass fat, I’ll probably let her in
Ball so fuckin’ hard I need a letterman
Know a couple niggas that I’m better than
Pussy, I don’t sweat it or the money ’cause I get it
Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it
Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

[Verse 2: Problem]
Baby it’s fuck day, who wanna bang?
Even though I had some, right ‘fore I came
It’s lit though!
Girl you ain’t fuckin’ what you here for?
Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready
Wiz brought another jar with him
Gin and drugs got me feelin’ like a car hit him
‘Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM
Didn’t have a rubber so she got to feel this skin
Money stacks stack high, bruh this don’t bend
What’s up with your friend? Biatch!
Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah
Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him
Married to the money, let the rice hit him

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
Up in this bitch and we all faded
Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
One more bounce, we got more ounces
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
We got!

Marc E. Bassy – HALL OF FAME Lyrics

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

[Bridge]
That last for ever
But what about right now
Girl you’re my treasure
Let me show you how

[Verse 1]
I got six figures, [?] wit you
Get seven figures, [?]
You old dude, that’s a midget wit you
But you always let me hit it denture
Yeah you never turn me down
Yeah I gotta give you the crown, oh-yeah
Them other girls, I couldn’t feel
Nothing, I was cold inside
You a first person golden eye
You the last one, up on the [?]
I’m charged up, I’m in overdrive
But this love song I just [heard it right?]
Thought I never would say this

[Chorus]
Mama said “Every day is like this”
Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
But you come making it twist
Just so they know I got a grip
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
Baby I got me a list
Got some DM’s, right on that hit
Try on the coat, doing [?]
We in the lab, making these hits
It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
We can just do this, just do this, just do this
And I stay right outside of the game
And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Yeah, first bat in like 23
I might have to get off with me
Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

Lil Baby – Bank lyrics

(feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro]
Run that back Turbo

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Soon as I get my money I’m gon blow it
Fuck that, I’ma take mine and put it up
I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
They trying to get on the plane today and come hit me up
She had the finest brain that I ever had
I gave her everything that I never had
I’m going next level on some more shit
These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
Running that money up til I get tired
He said I wouldn’t make it he lied
He calling me out [?]
I’m doing that shit for the guys
She looked at my side like ‘Who is that guy?’
That’s my lil brother G5
They call him Stephen, I call him Curry
That nigga shoot out your eye

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Residue on me I’m fresh out the trap (bando)
I got a dose on my lap
I keep the ratchet like [?]
Hundred round shots in the strap
I’m on their face like a slap
You think you know me you jap (lingo)
I hit your bitch she was wide open
I’m in her stomach like cramps
(Yeah, what’d you do? How’d you do it?)
Soon as I got my money I ran through it
(I fucked up some commas)
I couldn’t believe I said something, I thought I blew it
(I thought it was all gone)
I just downed a whole pint, I’m under the influence
Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
I’m up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly she wired
[?] with Moneybagg Myers
Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
Go get some money quit saying you can’t
They thought I was born in the vault of the bank

[Hook: Lil Baby]
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fucking tonight
Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
I can’t do this the rest of my life
Free the bros down the road doing life
Trying to sleep every night with a knife
Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
Man they got twenty deep on the flight
Going wherever we like
You can go with us too if you like
I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
In the clouds we balling like Mike
Niggas be fake as fuck

Comethazine – DEMI lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

[Verse: Comethazine]
Take off your top, take off your socks
I know you not a slut bitch I know you not a thot
Bitch I like that
Let me hit it from the back
Let me take off my pants
Let me put away my strauss
Bitch don’t be scared cuz you know I got your back
Let me take you out, let’s go buy a house
Let’s go fuck some bands up
Blow a hunnid thousand
Yes bitch I’m rich, I know you rich too
I don’t give a fuck about your man he a duff
Baby lets duck off
Lets go smoke some buff
Lets go hit the stu
I know you like to sing
You gon be my bitch if I buy your access ring
Check your DM hoe, why the fuck you playin
I hit you everyday, but your ass ain’t seeing
But your ass will and when you do it sober
Imma get your fucking name tatted on my shoulder
I just signed a deal
My wrist got colder
I just wanna fuck Demi Lovato when I’m older

[Chorus]
I just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingyI just wanna fuck Demi
Nut on her titties
Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
I just wanna fuck Demi
Bitch fuck with me
I know you like Charlie
Bitch don’t be stingy

Sammie – Expiration Date

[Guitar] Xeryus
[Verse 1]
Girl, you’re so far gone, I know you meant it
You cut all your hair off, yeah these days you’re lookin’ different
You switched up your number ’cause I had to use the DM
I was dialin’ the old one from AM, noon, to PM, shit
So your mama know we broke up
I see you blocked me, baby, grow up
Don’t shut me out, baby girl, hold up
I know that you heard all this before
I never thought I’d see the day when you ignore me

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date

[Verse 2]
Let me guess, I bet you’re all in your group text
Textin’ your girls how I’m a dog now
And I bet they’re goin’ in
You keep on listenin’ to your friends
Although they’re single and they’re played out
You’re prolly goin’ out tonight
You’re prolly gettin’ dressed up right now
You’re prolly gettin’ drunk tonight
You’re plottin’ how you’re gon’ get me back somehow
Oh, baby, I know
How tables turn, yeah, I know
You live and learn, yeah, I know
I know

[Pre-Chorus]
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
She finds the strength to up and leave
And she wakes up and finally sees
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy

[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You’ve reached your expiration date
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh, oh
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh
I’m sorry

Kash Doll – Serious (feat. Natasha Mosely)

Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?

You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some (…..), Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

I’m a bad b*tch, I’m serious
You got that swag so I’m serious
I got that bank roll, I’m serious
It’s getting physical, I’m serious
Oh yeah, for real, for real
For real, for real
I’m serious, uh-huh

You want me to take you serious?
Gotta show me something
Ain’t no used to fronting
This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
And I’m just here stunting
Styling, Gucci slides on the island
Diamonds on my medallion
Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
Know somebody who will
That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
If he ain’t got hustle, don’t f*ck him
That’s gang, he a sucker

DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
It shouldn’t be news when I win
That ain’t nothing new
They see how I did the coupe
Dip low, when I slide through
They see how I did the boot
Dip low when I ride to
So if I call him boo
Just know he the f*cking truth
That’s real

I’m serious like a heart attack
Boy you know I got that water wet
I told him boy don’t play
Diamond rings, private jets
Yeah, daddy I want all of that
For me to take you serious
Them diamonds ain’t real
Them diamonds ain’t real
You want me to take you serious
You and I
You want me to take you serious
But you ain’t trying

Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some (…..), Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

Kash Doll – Serious Lyrics

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
I’m a bad bitch, I’m serious
You got that swag so I’m serious
I got that bank roll, I’m serious
It’s getting physical, I’m serious
Oh yeah, for real, for real
For real, for real
I’m serious, uh-huh

[Verse 2]
You want me to take you serious?
Gotta show me something
Ain’t no used to fronting
This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
And I’m just here stunting
Styling, Gucci slides on the island
Diamonds on my medallion
Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
Know somebody who will
That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
If he ain’t got hustle, don’t fuck him
That’s gang, he a sucker
DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
It shouldn’t be news when I win
That ain’t nothing new
They see how I did the coupe
Dip low, when I slide through
They see how I did the roof
Dip low when I ride to
So if I call him boo
Just know he the fucking truth
That’s real

[Bridge]
I’m serious like a heart attack
Boy you know I got that water wet
I told him boy don’t play
Diamond rings, private jets
Yeah, daddy I want all of that
For me to take you serious
Them diamonds ain’t real
Them diamonds ain’t real
You want me to take you serious
You and I
You want me to take you serious
But you ain’t trying

[Hook]
Just cause you’re clever
Don’t disclose where I was
You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
Am I supposed to take you serious?
You want me to take you serious
It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
Really, for real, boy for real
For me to take you serious
You want me to take you serious
Uh-huh

AKA – Star-Sign Lyrics

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 1: AKA]
Finally made it to the big time
Came a long way from the underground
Tryna figure out
How to keep my feelings inside
While I’m looking out, I don’t fuck around
I been getting so much money niggas probably think I’m signed to Mabala now
Summer after summer, if you never done it
You gon have to shut your fuckin mouth
I’m a god now
Let the Lamborghini doors down
Check the scoreboard now
All my niggas wanna know how to score most sound
Fuck this material shit
Don’t give a fuck what your vehicle is
If you can’t move crowds
How many eras?
How many times I invented a whole new style
I remember niggas used to give up on their dreams to go do house
Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile
I don’t even want the credit I just wanna be remembered
If a young nigga comes and ask saying
“Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant
In an era where niggas sounds so American”
No pride in their own heritage
Whole vibes so negative
Ain’t nobody gonna remember them
Dose of your own medicine
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

[Hook: AKA]
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 2: AKA]
All of my niggas is litty
All of my bitches is pretty
Golden child of my city
Hundred cows for the wedding
Overseas like Benny
Kicking ass like Kenny
Cheddar cheese that’s dairy
[?]
Fan love racked up
Met plugs at the embassy
Don’t shit where you sleep
Don’t eat with your enemy
Mask on, mask off
I keep looking through your energy
Man up, act tough
Why you niggas so sensitive…
Slide in the DM with vaseline
All of my niggas smoke gasoline
I’m busy living my fantasy
I ain’t fucking with you backpack to the city rap activities
Jam packed itinerary
I ain’t looking back like I’m driving meter cab or a black limousine
Rack city rack rack city bitch
Wack niggas catch guillotines
Can’t match my ability, is you feeling me?
Yeah we on top of the pyramid
Niggas smoking that cheap shit
Still sipping on Benylin
All my niggas rock vetements
Y’all need to finish your weet-bix
Time to reup on your vitamins
I got [2 Mandela pieces] pieces
That’s what I call born free shit
Used to beat box now Reebok
Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt
That Givenchy shit
No Dominos pizza

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 3: Stogie T]
Supa Mega had to promise me
Don’t forget about your honesty
You gon alway run like an allergy
When a nigga ego match his [?]
Me and D share a legacy
Of bad grammar and a booking fee
Both grandmas were bad mannered
But they had character they [?]
Different clothes see the two piece
Stogie big enough for two me’s
You think it’s ox skin, think I lost it
Written off like I couldn’t free it
How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music
I’m iconic, I on public I say your name you wouldn’t do shit
Different nigga no comparing
Used to living off your parents
Goofy lyrics on the [?]
They took the Mickey I don’t care
My children in Disneyland, Paris
It’s the sauce, it’s the antidote
Got me traveling through [?]
Steps in Lusaka I’m abroad can’t get Mufasa by antelopes (no)

[Hook: AKA]
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

Future Gets Exposed By Woman After Sliding In Her DM

Future gets exposed by a female who claimed that he has been slipping in her DM.

From time to time celebrity rappers and ball players get exposed by the ladies that they send direct messages to on social media. One thot decided to put Future business out there when she posted a video of herself showing her followers that the Freebandz rapper slipped in her DM and even show some messages that she claimed that he sent to her.

While she didn’t reveal what Future specifically stated, you can see her in the video below showing her phone to her friend who was videoing the entire conversation before posting it online. This will sure remind these rappers to think twice when they decide to slide in a random thot DM. Future hasn’t been active on Instagram for months after deleting his entire catalog of photos. But he has surely been very active in the DMs.

In related Feebandz news, Future and Zaytoven new mixtape Beast Mode 2 could arrive as early as this week. The producer drops a few hints about the second installment in the mixtape series when he posted a pic of the two of them on IG this week and left a trail of comments on his timeline hinting BM2 is on the way.

?Interesting… #Future was supposedly in her DMs ? #TeaTENDERS

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Konshens Looking For Talented Deejay On Instagram

Konshens is looking for some new talent to join his team.

If you are a young upcoming disc jockey, Konshens is looking for somebody like you to join his team full time. The dancehall deejay posted a notice on Instagram asking for DJs to submit their resume. But be before submitting your application, here is a list of some of the requirements.

“Professional DJ needed. Must be energetic and quick. Technologically and technically sound. Must be able to operate and troubleshoot most if not all professional DJ equipment software and hardware. Must have extensive knowledge of music globally. Must be show ready, creative, quick on your feet and able to function under pressure. Must be able to command all audience. Music be travel ready, no criminal record or deportation from any country.”

Shortly after posting the job notice, Konshens says his DM exploded. “Young music nerds link up now. #konshens. PS. sorry. Must reside in the west!! JA/Caribbean/USA/Can. DM explode a while ago lol. Sorry,” he wrote.

Young music nerds link up now. #konshens. PS. sorry. Must reside in the west!! JA/Caribbean/USA/Can. DM explode a while ago lol. Sorry.

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Molly Brazy – All I Know Lyrics

[Chorus]
You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know

[Verse 1]
You know niggas want me I pay it no mind
Niggas in my DM all the fucking time
I just curve niggas and they stand in line
I treat ’em like pigs and I don’t fuck with [?]
Hit my line whenever you need me I be your time
Fine as wine, me and you together equal shine
Cause I’ll take a gun charge if we gotta ride
And you like my draco, boy you stay right by my side
I get a crazy feeling whenever you look in my eyes, butterflies
You leave me alone that could be my demise
We can rise, take the time to build the biggest enterprise
Or we could slide like Bonnie and Clyde dodging [?] time
For you I would do it far more than a million time
Catch a grenade, take a bullet, baby I would die
Just to show you that I owe you for changing my life
All I know is me and you that is why you mine

[Chorus]
You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know

[Verse 2]
My drug, my plug, boy you keep me faded
On every social page better say that you taken
All this hard work we put in just to make it
I’ll beat a hoe to sleep if she ever tryna break it
Make me fall in love then you wonder why I’m crazy, it’s brazy
I be spazzin’, I was dropped as a baby
Get on one knee so I know that it’s real
I wanna be dressed in all white like cocaine in the 80’s
I’m lost in your love, everything you do amaze me
My feelings on the table, my emotions are naked
So whatever you do be sure to keep it 1K with me
Don’t ever be shady, don’t ever try to play me
Don’t ever time to a bitch if she hate me
Let’s go get this money boy we can’t be lazy
We match together everything could be gravy
[?] Molly Brazy forever now that’s wavy

[Chorus]
You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
That’s all I know, that’s all I know

Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag (feat. Migos) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci!
It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah!
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

NAV Feat. Lil Uzi Vert – Wanted You Lyrics


(Intro)
Where you at?
At my house
Let me see that ass
What you say?
I said “let me see that ass”
That ass
Oh, you on some naked sh*t
Hahaha
I’m on my way
Stop lyin
I’m on my way, bye

(Verse 1: NAV)
I’m ashamed of all the things that I was doing for you
Should’ve known that all these girls the same and they ain’t loyal
She a freak, took her to Nobu, on a beach (yeah)
Just to eat, Louboutins all on her feet (yeah)
Where you get the money for them shoes, girl?
You hit me on my DM like a fangirl (whoa, whoa)
Did you want me or did you want these bands, girl? (whoa, whoa)
Now I know you just another Instagram girl (whoa, whoa)
She almost made me think that all she want is me (yeah)
I hit the club and she the first one that I see
Said that she there because she know promoters in the club (yeah)
Come to find out that my homeboy hit her up (whoa, whoa, whoa)

(Chorus: Nav)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

(Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert)
No, no, no, no I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
No, no, no, no I don’t need you (I don’t need you)
Man, I swear these girls are see-through (translucent)
Stevie Wonder, I can’t see you (can’t do this)
She so hurt, I’m so irked, she get on my nerve (what)
My head hurt, matter fact, kick her to the curb (bye-bye)
Found out that she with him, like this verse get murked (uh)
My chopper, eagle dispersed, yeah
Probably die before it hurt, aye
Cartier lens, I’m on lurk, uh
Twenty-thousand for a fur, ooh (yeah)
What would she do for a purse? (huh)
She said she’ll give me a perc (thirty)
My new b*tch better, so I cannot sweat her
Don’t talk to that girl, that’s a curve (now what)
Speak ofsweater, my neck is so frozen it looking just like an iceberg

(Chorus: NAV)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

(Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & NAV)
Uzi they, used to make, fun of you ((?))
Yeah, all my hundreds blue
Whoa, little b*tch, I’m done with you (I’m done with you)
Hit it from the back while Uzi stand in front of you (yeah)
23, but I had her when I was 22 (what?)
I can’t wife that girl, she f**ked like twenty dudes (brown boy)
You can’t get a kiss, can’t get caught tounging you (Lil Uzi)
I got lots of girls, no, there ain’t just one of you (that true)
Off-White on my Prestos, all these girls I’m running through (I’m running through it yah)
I can’t text her back, these Franklins what I’m thumbing through (blue hunnos)
F**k a finger in that b*tch, I use a thumb or two
Made her number one and you ain’t even number two

(Hook: NAV)
All this ice I need a freezer, mhm
Whip it up, egg beater, mhm
Whipping up two-seaters
Said she love me, don’t believe her, mhm
Can’t be mediocre, mhm
Twenty on her choker, mhm
F**k her, I don’t know her, yeah
Give me face, like poker
Whoa, can’t believe I wanted you
Whoa, I can’t believe I wanted you, yeah
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you
Girl, I can’t believe I wanted you

Tee Grizzley – Win

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
90’s baby but I get to that money like ’86 again
Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
Gotta thank God for that prison bid
Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
Free Mar Mar, he innocent
I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
Bitches love me, they go crazy ’bout that real nigga shit
Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
700K in here and my bag in this room
But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
If you think I’m ’bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
And let me know that they ain’t know me ‘fore I came out
Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
I could’ve kicked her lil’ dirty ungrateful ass
But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy
Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
The Mustang used to always run out of gas
Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 3]
I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
Can’t be around on choppers the [?] three around
Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
After I fuck, never again will she be around
It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
He shot at me, and that’s somethin’ I can’t sleep about
Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
How you gon’ motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga

[Outro]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon, nigga
Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga

Lil Durk – Make It Out

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 1]
We do pop ups had my back when I was locked up
I was glocked up
Niggas hate cause they can’t stop us
We was turnt up, gang war can’t knock us
Sliding in them DM’s tryna slide up on the oppas
I’m so nautious off them drugs, too high off them percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn’t focused yet
We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie, like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to LA’s text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressing my homies up for they funerals
Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most
Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation
Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration
Pray for my generation, fuck Trump them bitches racist
Bought Rarris just to race it, yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

[Verse 2]
Joking laugh all day to stop from crying
Keep my gun on me to stop from dying
Can’t listen to no rumors cause it block my mind
Can’t feed into that bullshit ain’t got the time
I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy
Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it
You was hooked on drugs I was hooked on phonics
Signed to the streets I ain’t never go to college
Asked you for cash you ain’t never say you got it (damn)
But I gave you my last yeah
And I’m the same nigga since last year
I told my mom I can’t go down for this case
Got the same lawyer beat R. Kelly piss case
State’s attorney want me so bad
At the time I need you bad
Told myself ain’t going back
Told myself can’t go like that

[Chorus]
I get so high I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain’t no problem
You chose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I’m your family
And she tried to chase a bag for an athlete
But two wrongs don’t make it right
Get with your dog and make it right

Meek Mill – Whatever You Need Lyrics

MEEK MILL
Whatever You Need Lyrics

[YG:]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh baby, I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, I’m the only young nigga who’s poppin’ that
Got it jumpin’ out the heat there like who coppin’ that?
New G Wagon got her braggin’, put a lock on that
Niggas always hit her DM, she don’t holla back, woo, woo, copy that
Cuffin’, I’ve been cuffin’
Chanel bags like it’s nothin’, and she love them
Her last nigga, he was bluffin’, she said, "f**k him"
He let that go, I’m like, "He buggin’," now she thuggin’ with a real one
I’ve been ballin’ on you ’cause you smart and loyal
All my homies know me best, they say I’m fallin’ for you
And that box be slippery like tryna walk on oil
And I’ll be there long as you there when I be callin’ for you, facts

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

[Meek Mill:]
Yeah, you can get whatever you want, whatever you need
Got a one way flight ’cause I ain’t lettin’ you leave
We ain’t f**k first night, had me beggin’ you please
But you love when I’m beggin’, you told me get on my knees
And I ate it, we got faded
You said, "Put some Tory Lanez on" and I played it
In Philly, we say you the main joint and we save it
Finally got a rich nigga, baby, you made it
Long as you hold me down, you know that it’s goin’ down
Be there when I turn around and I’ll turn your world around
I had to tone it down ’cause you made me slow it down
But I got you open now, so I’m ’bout to show you now, show you now

[Ty Dolla $ign:]
What makes you think that I would try to run a game on you?
Just as sure as my name is Dolla, I’ll be there for you and I’ll
Treat you just like a queen and give you fine things
You’ll never have to worry ’bout another in your place, so believe me when I say

[Chris Brown (Ty Dolla $ign):]
Girl, as long as you, wrap your arms ’round me
Ooh, baby I don’t care what them people say
I’m givin’ you whatever you want
Girl, you know I can provide
Whatever you need
(Whatever you need, babe)
Listen to your heart, baby

Omega Crosby – Money lyrics

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

Pressa – Sophomore

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 1]
Good girl turned into a boss bitch
You could called it corrupted
I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
And I didn’t even touch it
I ain’t even holler
I think she would wanna suck my collar
Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
That’s my navy blue Phantom
And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
And I can chase these girls
[?]
Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

[Verse 2]
Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
Pressa finna skip his life through college
[?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
She the type to have her friends jealous
Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
You can save it for the guys on the friends list
She so bad got me in the girls change room
She so bad might just get me suspended
She the type to have a nigga rent it
But I never ever took it offensive
Pressa more realer than authentic
Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
Trust a bitch never thought for a second
So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

[Hook]
Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
I’m the neighborhood sophomore
Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
So she don’t want a sophomore
Give her every other dick that she could ask for
But she just gonna ask more
Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
Cuz she just failed her last course

Kap G – Freakin ‘n’ Geekin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that Yum Sauce
She got that dome sauce, now take your Uggs off
Now take your bun off, now get me unsoft

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hola, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I been bout cappin’ and it’s R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna pop the percocet
I think she geekin’, yeah she liked my recent
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, TLC, she creepin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

OG Boobie Black – Goin Live

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

Trey Songz – Playboy (Tremaine The Album Album)

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 1]
Too many nights to remember
So many girls, I can’t count
Can’t keep track of these adventures
What has become of me now?
I thought each one was special
Oh, who am I kidding?
Why do the things feel so good?
That are so forbidden, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling all kinds of pressure
My momma wants another grandchild
Can’t say I’m not making the effort
But these women keep calling me out
I guess I’m losing this battle
Oh, I’d be trippin’
Why do things that feel so good?
Put me in this position, okay
That’s enough of child’s play
I think it’s time to settle down (settle down)
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still (I’m still)
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

[Bridge]
Goes down way too many times in my DM
Gave me way too many signs, I ain’t see them
I just hope that I ain’t too late
I just hope that I ain’t sealed my fate
Oh baby, can I, can I pick it up?
Can I get back the love?
I really want to change my life
Girl, there’s nothing that I want more now
But the game won’t let me out

[Chorus]
Don’t know why I’m still
Still kissing girls that I don’t love
Still stumbling out of these clubs
Still, I’m just so hard to trust
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

[Intro: Radiant Children]
Young man you’re a gonner
Caught up in California
You’ve been lookin’ for gold
But there’s nottin’ to hold
Tell me have you seen him
I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
Yeah I say (yeee)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you, I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 1:GoldLink]
Yeah she call me her hubby
She love me but she in California
Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

[Chorus: Radiant Children]
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think about you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Verse 2:Wale]
(eeh)
She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
I be in that [?] Cannabis California
And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
Back to back in a matte black
When I fuck and i call her back
When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
Cinderella what’s your real intentions
You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
And my only weakness reefer or them females
Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

[Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
But you I used to think of you all the time
Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
These days you don’t even know me
These days you don’t even phone me
It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)

OG Boobie Black – Goin Live Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 1]
Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
A message to the streets
I’m still a living man
I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
I see you in my DM’s
But I don’t read no DM’s
Two strippers in the bed
Go live so I could see em
I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

[Pre Hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

[Verse 2]
I shout out all my niggas
Who juggen with the scrilla
I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
I shout out all the cities
I fuck with real niggas
I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
I see you on my line
You loving on my lingo
You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
They tagging in my name
That might just be the people
I know the feds is watching
So I don’t show my pistol

[Pre hook]
Your hoes talking stupid
I block em like I’m super
I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

[Hook]
I’m going live on the gram
You see me with them bands
You see me every day
You got to be a fan
I’m going live on the gram
You see me when I’m shining
I’m about to show you something
So you could leave a comment
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going, i’m going
Live, live
I’m going live

Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
I got money now, now

[Verse 1: Nines]
Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
Them man are still preppin’ D’s
Come through with my neck on freeze
I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
Them rappers can’t keep up with me
Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
Anywhere I go then gang go
Always wanted a penthouse
Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them
We got money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They gon’ be horny when we see them
They gon’ be horny when we see them

[Verse 2: Nines]
Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
Now I’m on the rise
BMT, most the city love me just for being me
I went Africa, see niggas starve
Felt bad comin’ home business class
I make six figures every summer drought
Way before rap, I had one foot out
They don’t know how long I put ground work in
Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

[Bridge]
We gon’ make it out the ends one day
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
Look at where I come from
Shit’s so real, real, real

[Hook]
We gettin’ money now, now
From the AM to the PM
All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
They’ll be horny when we see them
They’ll be horny when we see them