Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics



[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills



French Montana – No Stylist lyrics



[Intro: French Montana, Mountain & Kodak Black]
Ooh
Yeah, louder
Hey, hey
I’m in London, got my beat from London

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Louder
Fuck they talkin’ about? Fast talk, runnin’ laps
I’m not playin’ that shit
French Vanilla, sippin’ on, Lear jets pickin’ up
Hong Kong, Morocco, I’m here
No stylist
And I ain’t playin’ with these bitches, they childish (haan)
Yeah, look around, they quiet
She said I ain’t got no heart, bitch, find it

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle (stylist), no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)

[Verse 2: Drake & French Montana]
(Louder)
I got the game in a squeeze
Who disagree? I wanna see one of y’all run up a B
Yeah, two open seats, we flyin’ at seven and packed for the beach
Yeah, keepin’ it G, I told her “don’t wear no 350s ’round me”
Iced out, no stylist
No Chanel, Nike track, doin’ road with some waps
And that’s Capo in the back, and that’s swole in the back
Don’t need Gucci on my back, TV Gucci got my back
Don’t know where y’all niggas at, I’ve been here, I’ve been back
In Delilah’s, word to Zack, I need action, that’s a fact

[Chorus: French Montana]
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)
Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears)
Hoppin’ out the jet, Lears (Lear)
Bad bitches gettin’ wet, here
Yeah, don’t call me ’til the checks clear (clear)
Iced out, no stylist (stylist)
New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, haan)
Lifestyle, no stylist (stylist)
Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choos, that’s on you (haan)

[Outro: French Montana]
No stylist
No stylist

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I. Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me?
I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

Fabolous – Ooh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

Future – 31 DAYS Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Every now and then, you know what I’m sayin’
Most of them, majority of the time
You dig
We in that mode

[Verse 1]
This is a moment of clarity
Everything VV’s, I’m gone to the maximum
Young nigga flood out a ‘axima, flawless the face, then run through a pack of them
Everything classical, everything magical when they was checking my catalogue
Eating on caviar, smash on a stallion
Draped in medallions, yeah
The pill on the caliber
Put on the passenger
Whatever time, wherever I was at
Look on the calendar, yeah we compatible
I have her flying where ever I’m at
You astronomical, way too phenomenal to not have her naked where I land
I got a second option, and fourth and fifth one whereever a nigga staying
I had it falling right out of my pocket when I was just smashing her, she seen the bands
Her body Coca-Cola and she seen a can
The Glock was still on me while we was romancin’
Think I fell in love with this girl, came from France
She caramel, what’d i get a tan
I need to pay her when I get the chance
Gave her some drip, gave her a whole lot of splash
Talkin’ that shit, he get smoked like a blunt
Took a few Pakistanians to lunch
Got some little slim shit in Milan
These niggas be hatin’, putting on a front

[Chorus]
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her and made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

[Verse 2]
Doing it on a chinchilla, oh yeah
We fucking a couple of strippers together
Shawty my rider, she down for whatever
Y’all give her capital murder, her swagger killer
Shawty got more bags than a drug dealer
I put her in a Patek, I put her in the c’s
I’m on a whole ‘other level with her
Had to get a penthouse just for the freaks
So they could all come and sleep with us
We do nothing that is normal, everything we do is super gigantic
We don’t put on fugazi, everything we wear super Titanic
I just caught me a wave, feel like a nigga that jumped in the Atlantic
One hell of a car collection, pulling it up, it’s panoramic
Picked her up in a Cayenne, soon as she got in she got nothing on

[Chorus]
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page
I took a little E, got red bottoms all on my feet
I ran it up, I got your baby mama knee deep
She ain’t got no teeth, she know a young nigga eat beef
She want me to leave, she know I’m not a rat, I got cheese
I was quieter than a mouse, when I got it in her mouth she couldn’t breathe
I was thinking like, “Jeez,” she done got a lil schlong on my teeth
I done took a little E, I fucked her, made her pee
Made her part of my team, then she asked me for a ring
I was already red bottom, came on the scene
It’s hard to trust you when I’m paying this carpet green
Money get made, bitches don’t ever get saved
Saint Laurent shades, cookin’ up dope, gettin’ paid
Trying to get laid, she been with me 31 days
She like bitches anyways, so we been on the same damn page

mansionz – Gorgeous lyrics

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

[Verse 1: Mike Posner]
Alright, I can still remember how the weed smelled
When you were riding shotgun, no seat belt
Or the SS just taking hits
Sold that car and fucked up that relationship
I’ve built up my walls perhaps too tall
Got issues with trusting but that’s not all
Knots tied by fame and not easily undone
I fucked 200 women, said, “I love you” to one
She used to speak like she was reading a scene
And make love like she was a martyr
The only thing about flames that bright
Is they tend to make mine seem darker

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

[Verse 2: blackbear]
Yeah, yeah, in and out of love
On and off of drugs
I ask you where you’ve been
And you give me shoulder shrugs
Pink polka dot top from Saint Laurent
I bought you but you never wore it
And I don’t even send the text
I know you just ignore it
And I’m so high
Could be the drugs, could be the moment
But either way I can’t keep my eyes off of you

[Chorus: blackbear]
Did you know you’re on fire?
Did you know that you’re beautiful?
Did you know you got me fucked up?
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?
Did you know that you’re
Did you know that you’re gorgeous?

Lil Baby – I’m Straight lyrics

[Chorus]
She all on my drip, she just like my vibe
Tell ’em they can step over, it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these Percs, I think I’m way too high
She all on my drip, she just like my vibe
Tell ’em they can step over, it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these Percs, I think I’m way too high

[Verse 1]
I gotta slow down, ain’t tryna lose my mind
I got on two watches tryna keep up with the time
Do this for Lil Steve, yeah, they gave my lil’ homie a dime
You can’t see the greatness, see me, nigga, then you blind
I went back to the basics this time
Tryna treat me like I’m basic, not I
I got all these blue faces, oh my
I’m stackin’ to the ceiling, sky high
I been catchin’ all these flights, got sky mouse
I’ll probably spend my last to see her smile
I was just sittin’ in them prisons goin’ wild
Now I’m standin’ on a stage gettin’ paid, they like my sound

[Chorus]
She all on my drip, she just like my vibe
Tell ’em they can step over, it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these Percs, I think I’m way too high
She all on my drip, she just like my vibe
Tell ’em they can step over, it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these Percs, I think I’m way too high

[Verse 2]
Think I fell in love with her, she way too fine
I can’t go back to no prisons, gotta walk a tight line
Niggas act like they don’t fuck with me, but on my timeline
Being fucked up on that block, I had some very long nights
I’m a savage from my heart, you can see it in my eye
If I tell you I quit trappin’, baby girl, then I be lyin’
Saint Laurent my jacket, Valentino on my shoes
Take me for a joke, they tried to treat me like a fool
Super paranoid, don’t leave the house without my tool
Hunnid bricks in, I got snowin’ while it’s June
Hardly ever see my son, that shit hurt me
[?]
I’m like, “How the fuck you think you got them purses?”
In a way, you out here actin’, you don’t deserve shit
And don’t keep callin’ my phone, that shit gettin’ [?]
And I keep drinkin’ this lean, I’m just gettin’ worser

[Chorus]
She all on my drip, she just like my vibe
Tell ’em they can step over, it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these Percs, I think I’m way too high
She all on my drip, she just like my vibe
Tell ’em they can step over, it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these Percs, I think I’m way too high

Lil Baby – My Time Lyrics

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

[Verse 1]
I gotta slow down ain’t tryna lose my mind
I got on two watches tryna keep up with the time
Do this for Lil Steve, they gave my lil homie a dime
You can’t see the greatness in me nigga then you blind
I went back to the basics didn’t sign
Tryna treat me like I’m basic not I
I got all these blue faces ohh my
I’ma stack it to the ceiling, sky high
I been catching all these flights got [?]
I’d probably spend my last to see her smile
I was just sittin’ in the prison goin wild, now I’m standing on stage gettin paid, they like my sound

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

[Verse 2]
I think I fell in love with her she way too fine
I can’t go back to no prison got to walk a side line
Niggas act like they don’t fuck with me but on my timeline
Gettin’ fucked up on the block I had some very long nights
I’ma savage to my heart you can see it in my eyes
If I tell you I’ll quit trappin babygirl then I’ll be lying
Saint Laurent my jacket, Valentino on my shoes
Take me for a joke they try to treat me like a fool
Super paranoid ion leave the house without my tool
Hunnit bricks in I got it [?] by next June
Hardly ever see my son that shit hurt me
My bitch act like she don’t understand I’m working
I’m like how the fuck you think you got them purses
And the way you out here actin’ you don’t deserve shit
Don’t keep callin’ my phone that shit gettin’ worsome
And I keep drinkin’ this lean I’m just gettin’ worser

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

88GLAM – On Sight Lyrics

[Chorus: 88Camino]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight
Gotta keep my hand on my grip
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
I cannot throw hands got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite
But I keep the xans with a fifth

[Verse 1]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight (pew pew)
Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
She gon shake her ass, she gon’ strip (yeah, yeah)
I’ma put my hand on her grip (yeah, yeah)
Got these rubber hands on my hip (oh ya, yeah, yeah)
Throwin’ all these bands and you strip

[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
I just went to Gucci bought that [?] bag (oh ya)
Put my .40 and [?] (no)
No matter how much money that boy gotta past (oh ya)
I was pullin’ up on niggas on the first and last (no)
Now glam boy takin’ bitches [?]
Every city different order [?]
That’s 450 goin’ fast, I don’t use to breaks
I just bought her all this ice in case she wanna skate
Swervin’ off [?] (oh yeah)
Now we drippin’ [?] cuban link [?] my neck (yeah)
All that stress done made a monster so that [?]
[?] we movin’ [?]
Married to the streets that shit be in my veins (oh yeah)
[?] that molly in case [?]
Saint Laurent all on my body, bodeine in my brain
That shit calmin’ down my nerves after I hit a stain

[Chorus: 88Camino]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight (pew pew)
Gotta keep my hand on my grip (yeah, yeah)
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
I cannot throw hands got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite
But I keep the xans with a fifth

[Verse 3: 88Camino]
Motorboat, goin’ coast to coast
Rari, Rolls gotta do the ghost
[?] freaky, you got one of those
Foreign gear, I [?] for my clothes
Foreign car, see the morning star
Foreign wheel, crash in the ville
Foreign car, who is on Mars
Foreign wheel do my dash then I dip
Hallelujah the drove [?] on Halloween
Molly, booze I got a coupe on candy cream
Hallelujah pussy wet like Scuba Steve
Hallelujah I manifested all my dreams
[?] gate on the premises
G Wagon look like a tank to my nemesis
[?]
Watched by the opp but it’s not what they think

[Chorus: 88Camino]
Next time we meet yeah it’s on sight
Gotta keep my hand on my grip
Next time we see ain’t no hand fight
They don’t understand got a clip
I cannot throw hands got my sip (ooh)
I cannot throw hands got my clip
And I’m off the lean with the Sprite
But I keep the xans with a fifth

Cardi B – I Do Lyrics

[Chorus: SZA]
I left a nigga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks defined
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I think us bad bitches is a gift from God (gift from God)
I think you broke hoes need to get a job (get a job)
Now I’m a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi)
Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex
I might smack a bitch ’cause I felt like it
Gucci shoes and a belt like it
Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance
I’m a rich bitch and I smell like it
I’m in a boss bitch mood, ay
These heels are Givenchy, ho, these are some boss bitch shoes
If you ain’t no boss bitch, move, ay
For the record, I set records, record sales
I like niggas that been in and outta jail
They said by now that I’ll be finished, hard to tell (I can tell)
My little 15 minutes lasted long as hell, huh?

[Chorus: SZA]
I left a nigga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks defined
No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Look, broke hoes do what they can (can)
Good girls do what they told (told)
Bad bitches do what they want (they want)
That’s why a bitch is so cold
I’m a gangsta in a dress, I’m a bully in the bed
Only time that I’m a lady’s when I lay these hoes to rest
The coupe is ruthless, but I get top in it, I’m provocative, it’s my prerogative
80K just to know what time is it, Cardi rockin’ it, go buy stock in it
Spent what I want, ain’t no limit
I say what I want, I ain’t never been timid
Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it
Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue
Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through
Here’s a word to my ladies, don’t you give these niggas none (give ’em none)
If they can make you richer, they can make you cum

[Chorus: SZA]
I left a nigga on read ’cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine, yeah, my checks still fine
No wonder wonder why I do whatever I like
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do
I do what I like, I do, I do

21 Savage – Bank Account (On Ellen) (Live)

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

Jay Critch – What You like Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hey
Lil’ bitch wanna
Every night
That’s alright
Got a
On the ice
TheLabCook
Hey (yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Lotta jewelry on me, diamonds on me dance, see the light
Fuck the jury, free my niggas out the jam, only right (out the jam)
Got a toolie on me, heard they tryna plan on the ice
But I got tango with me now, I bet your man’s thinkin’ twice (grraow)
My new bitch lookin’ like Kim, though (Kim, though)
Diamonds they hittin’ like Kimbo (like Kimbo)
Pull up in the Saint Laurent shit (hey)
These niggas be talkin’, ain’t on shit (yeah)
These niggas be talkin’, they startin’ shit (no)
Got ice my neck like four degrees (like four degrees)
I got water my neck like Palm Springs (like Palm Springs)
I got all of the money, she notice me (she notice me, yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on my wrist, I bet she notice me (what)
That bitch actin’ too bougie but eat Applebee’s (stupid bitch)
Four rings, that’s a new crib (whoo)
Break a bitch like a twig (huh)
Yeah, I’ll smoke you like a cig (yuh)
BK to the bridge (yuh, yeah)
Pussy too good, make a boo (boo)
I got a Masi, a coupe (skrr)
Smokin’ strong like I’m Snoop (huh)
Eatin’ chicken noodle soup (yuh)
My bitch she wanted a Beamer (a Beamer)
You can’t ball from the bleachers (what)
Two seater with a eater (two sweater)
Jay Critch with the skeezers (whoo)
I need my money right now (right now)
Don’t want wanna fuck, get the mouth (ugh)
Gucci, lean, that’s a house (Gucci)
Too much money, can’t count (can’t count)
I had to shout out to Yeezy (Yeezy)
Fuckin’ your bitch in some Yeezys (what)
Too much money for a feature (huh)
Bitch too foreign, I don’t need her (bitch)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Outro]
Black Steve Jobs

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Say A (feat. 9-Piece Orchestra) (Live)

[Intro]
(Ness on the beat)
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
What the fuck I’m supposed to say? Ayy

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100K, yeah
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck ’bout what they say, yeah
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
I’m gon’ put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
So, get the fuck up out my face
I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"
100k a day, trap booming like an 808

[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy

[Verse 2]
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
And we come straight out the Bronx so we wildin’
Shoutout BK, free Bobby and free Rowdy
Free my nigga V12, holla if you see 12
Febreze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
Cause I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga?

[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, yeah

[Outro]
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’

Lil Uzi Vert – Way Life Goes (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
Hello I was listening to this song
It goes like

[Chorus]
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothing left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 1]
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only trying to show you things
Iced out heart on your neck trying to froze your ring
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii looking at the rain
She smiling happy but I’m laughing ’cause her new man a lame
(broke boi, broke boi, broke boi, broke boi)
That just goes to show me money don’t attract a thing (real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
Oh get over it

[Chorus]
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothing left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 2]
I tied up my RAF you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Complement my style
She don’t want me I’m running wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don’t want me then I’ma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather
My new chick I swear that she better
Want me back, never (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it (woah)
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it (you’ll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it (no,no)
You’ll find another life to live (you will)
I know that you’ll get over it (oh)

[Outro: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
You’ll get over it
You’ll get over it
You’ll get over it
You’ll get over it
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

Migos – Notice Me lyrics

[Intro]
Good job First

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
I tip a bitch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Been through her show, pick up my currency (back it)
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace!)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I took his ho, make her come work for me (bitch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin’ ’round the city
Sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, niggas that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Comin’ up watchin’ them niggas on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got us a blessing to see (naw, for real)
Don’t charge ’em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
I told that bitch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I’m exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five bitches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these niggas be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

[Outro: Quavo]
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Migos – “Notice Me” Lyrics (Feat. Post Malone)

(Intro)
Good job First

(Chorus: Post Malone)
Got your hole in me
I put it slow in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I put it slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

(Bridge: Quavo)
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find five, five, five on it
Get live, yeah

(Verse 1: Takeoff)
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
I tip a b**ch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Been through her show, pick up my currency (back it)
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace!)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I took us home, make her come work for me (b**ch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin’ ’round the city
Sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, ni**as that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Comin’ up watchin’ them ni**as on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got us a blessing to see (naw, for real)
Don’t charge ’em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet

(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)

(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)

(Verse 2: Offset)
I told that b**ch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I’m exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five b**ches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these ni**as be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me

(Repeat Chorus: Post Malone)

(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)

(Outro: Quavo)
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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MADEINTYO – Too Quick

[Intro]
I love The Private Club
Nard & B

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 1]
Chop the top, never stop
I get bored too quick
Silly thot, want my spot
I get bored too quick
Louis V, watch ‘em hang, I could see your bitch
She be choosing on the low
I can’t save that bitch
Yeezy hanging out the window
I’ve got lots of handles
Shout out to Gwen and Wesley Foo, that my kinfolk
Been tweaking lately
All my shit gotta be exotic
Baby blue Porsche that shit look like Hpnotiq

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 2]
Gucci duffel, bust yo’ bubble ugh you ain’t hot
Saint Laurent winter jacket, had it ‘fore it drop
Told Distorted if she want it, cop that BM drop
Kinjin ice me up
Meechie pipe me up
Mr. Ice cream truck
Can you ice me up?
Shawty just show love
Tokyo give no fuck
She let the YSL hang
I told her tootle that thang
TPC, that my gang
She wanna kiss the chain

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

Rich Brian – 18 Lyrics

Part I

[Intro: Kris Wu]
Yah yah yah yah yah, oh yeah
Yah yah yah yah yah, 18, 18

[Verse 1: Kris Wu]
When I jump into the temple
Prefer a local [mental?]
Bending knees and wishing place inside to hide low, go
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Like I’m running the game
Don’t you fuck with my fame
Light it up, spark it up, burn it into flames
I’m the one and only motherfucker from the East
All them bitches lining up to feel me, spit it then I peace
Getting in my zone
I do this shit alone
I’m the Yeezus from the East
You need to Watch the Throne

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still riding
Say that I be falling but they see me flying
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turning
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affording
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
Say that I be falling but they see me flying

[Verse 2: Rich Brian]
Yeah, tell your chick I like her, take her home, I like her
And I’m always stacking paper, but my name ain’t Michael
Got a crib in Indo, it’s tall just like the Eiffel
I can’t get her number if I put it on my right, yuh
God damn legit, told me that she liked my fit
When I take her out to dinner, man, the check ain’t gettin’ split
Don’t look like I’m getting thinner with the chickens and the ribs
Man, your bitch is what I say
One day, I saw her and got the kicks
Don’t say my name, I never wanna breathe your air
Coke and Kool-Aid, there’s just some shit you don’t compare
I got a x-ray and I just saw my old girl there
She was my ex babe, but now I really just don’t care
I’m so tired, but my mind is racing
Fuck with me and see what kinda problems you’ll be facing
Friday 13th, I make you look like you’re my Jason
Like a damn femur popping, just what I’ve been craving

[Chorus: Kris Wu]
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
I’ll be on your levels but I’m still riding
Say that I be falling but they see me flying
When you peep me, I’m at the top
Ayy, turn up, turn up
Oh now, the tides are turning
I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affording
All this ice be on me but I still be rising
Say that I be falling but they see me flying

Part II

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexing
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say wow you changed
Now they say wow you changing
Yeah, they ask why you change
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
(Fourteen and Seventy)
No way, no way, stay the same
Got that purple in my vein
And that hard to feel that pain
While I’m rocking Saint Laurent
Purple body like a Saint
Ooh, big body would you like a tie
I’m just swerving, smoking on some dank
I’m just tryna fucking ease the pain
‘Fore I blow my mind like Kurt Cobain
No taste
No change
No change
Yeah, and I promise I won’t change
And I promise I’m the same
Trippie Redd, you know my name
Bitch, they say that I’m insane
I might blow your fucking brain
Bitch, I’ll fly you like a crane
Feels like I’m falling off a plane
Feels like I’m falling off a plane
And that bitch got angel wings
And spitting all these flames
Ain’t you know I like the lane
Ain’t they know I like the lane

[Chorus: Joji]
They said that I won’t make it
They said that I won’t change
They say that I’m not flexing
Now they say wow, you’ve changed (skrrt)
Now they say wow you changed
Now they say wow you changing
Yeah, they ask why you change
When the rest ain’t looking like me

[Outro: Joji]
Oh, call my name
[?]
Don’t call my name
[?]

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Say A

[Intro]
(Ness on the beat)
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
What the fuck I’m supposed to say? Ayy

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot, niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100K, yeah
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck ’bout what they say, yeah
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
I’m gon’ put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
So, get the fuck up out my face
I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"
100k a day, trap booming like an 808

[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gon’ say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy

[Verse 2]
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
And we come straight out the Bronx so we wildin’
Shoutout BK, free Bobby and free Rowdy
Free my nigga V12, holla if you see 12
Febreze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
Cause I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga?

[Chorus]
Yeah, what the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100K, yeah

[Outro]
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’
I’ll make her say a’

Smoko Ono – Superstar Moves (feat. Kami)

[Intro]
Superstar!
Smoke!

[Chorus]
Yea, Comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

I was comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Saint Laurent boot
I Swerve in coupe on you
That’s just for two
I make that bitch move on you
Make that bitch park up
Make a bitch boot
Had that bitch super nauseous
U know that I wasn’t conscious
U know I’m battle tested
My rocks do no not fold like the under pressure
Serve Rock like Evanescence
Put bumps on your face like u prepubescent
Fuck 12 it’s no detention
My Niggas on on call u could get the message
My outfit was talkin’ some shit
I pulled up rockin’ English leathers

[Chorus]
Comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

I was comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Hit you with post move
Hit you with a dupe
Hit you with a stiff arm
Running through yo whole group
Chasin’ on a big check
Like a Nike recruit
Look at my gold links
Imma hit the whole crew
Watch a nigga moon walk
I Came in with Ric flair
Drip sauce on everything
Drip sauce on thin air
I believe I could levitate
Watch a Nigga go marinate
Sold alot of onion rings
Superstar dissapear

[Chorus]
Comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

I was comin’ in havin’ shit
What a superstar do (yeah)
Comin’ in too hot
That’s a superstar move (yeah)
Hit em wit the euro step
I was dodgin’ they group (ay)
Hit em wit the Michael
That’s a superstar move (yeah)

21 Savage – Bank Account

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

Ty Dolla Sign – Stare lyrics

Ty Dolla Sign with “Stare” ft. Pharrell and Wiz Khalifa.

Stare lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and sh*t

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[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Cris’ smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t like niggas
All the sh*t that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ wwed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Judge Me lyrics

Ty Dolla Sign with “Don’t Judge Me” ft. Future and Swae Lee.

Don’t Judge Me lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?] on your face
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Love me more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this sh*t aight

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Say A’ (At TRL) (Live)

[Intro]
(Ness on the beat)
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
What the fuck I’m supposed to say, ayy

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gone say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100k, yeah
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck about what they say, yeah
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
I’m gone put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
So, get the fuck up out my face
I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"
100k a day, trap booming like an 808

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gone say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy

[Verse 2]
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
And we come straight out the Bronx, so we wildin’
Shoutout BK, Free Bobby, and Free Rowdy
Free my nigga V12
Holla if you see 12
Febreeze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell

[Bridge]
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
Because I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, yeah

[Outro]
I make her say a’
I make her say a’
I make her say a’

Taylor Gang – Brand New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done, Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop
Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Ransom

[Intro]
A Boogie With Da Hoodie be flexing
They want you for ransom

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom
[Verse 1]
Damn son what’s the issue?
Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol
I got into the money, started hitting licks too
100 bands make your mans turn right against you
Run through the money, run through the money
Yeah, I like Saint Laurent so I bought a bunch of it nigga
I like throwing one’s so I threw a bunch of ’em nigga
I’m making this song just to keep it 100 nigga
Now I’m going up, niggas got their hands out nigga
You wasn’t around now you my mans now
Probably wouldn’t give me clout now you a damn clown
Now you wanna give me dap, now you a fan now

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

[Verse 2]
I fuck it up, thumb through a check, thumb through a check
My nigga you here shooting (?) you dumb with the left
RJ he a referee, he gon’ get the Tec
I’ma keep scoring from 3, I ain’t missing yet
Listen up, if I feel a threat, I’ma hit you up
Gripped it up, chain never tucked, I don’t give a fuck
When she suck she gon’ lick me up
Ain’t no hickeys girl just hit me up
When you wanna fuck girl just hit me up
Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by
Stick it up, taking everything when we drive by
Moving like Christiana Aguilera, Lady GaGa
Another one, na-na-na-na-na-na

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

Meek Mill – Offended lyrics

[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man hitta
When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

Meek Mill – You Know lyrics

[INTRO: Nicki Minaj]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)