Dave East – Don’t Try Me (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)



[Intro: Dave East and Lil Uzi Vert]
All I know is designer shit
No money, blue hunnids
Yeah, you know
Lil Uzi, yeah you know (What’s crackin’)
Huh, you know we got all the money
All the money nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
[?] that bitch wanna try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Run through the crowd I’m strident
Run that shit back on like two hoes
Yeah I might um get the Heinsmen
I got your girl cause I am a lottery
Why you hating, I’m filling my pockets
Everything I wear, yeah, is so rare
Blinded by my diamonds, yeah
Wrists so glare
Most of ya be fake, so why would I play fair?
Getting money yeah I started styling
Take your girl to the mall started shopping
Overseas yeah we went to an island
She fly free cause I’m platinum medallion
Fly like delta I build up my mileage
Yeah, hold on
She get me brain to build up my knowledge
Not bout the money then change the topic
I got your girl cause I am a lottery
While you hating I’m filling my pockets

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
[?] that bitch wanna try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Run through the crowd I’m strident
Yeah, run that shit back on like two hoes
Yeah my um get the Hiensmen
Yeah, pocket got bands from like two shows
No it can’t fit in my wallet
Yeah rub on your girl and her body
You ain’t gon’ do nothing about it
You was just mad you don’t got it
You is just mad I got it

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
[?] that bitch wanna try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy this
All of my friends they won’t bite this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Dave East]
I dropped a fish in a pack
I drove a Benz out the lap
I got your bitch in the trap
Roll up and split by the caps
I got the grip in my coat
We send your bitch to the store
That foreign, I’m whipping it slow
Make her call my amigo go pick up the coke (Que lo que)
I’m in sex percocet in me
Instagram twitter niggas threaten me
They be jealousy they can’t get next to me
I’m eating Lobster, on Cruise like Penelope
Kodak’s no broccoli I’m on the celery
Goyard all over my luggage I’m jamming
Still pay those xannies I’m gripping
Diamonds on my wrists them bitches is dancing
Pennyline showing them bitches tanning
Tell that little nigga come try me
Pent house suite I don’t stay at no Hyatt
Tell that little bitch I’m a freak
I watch what I eat like I’m on a diet
Your bitch treat me like i’m Trident
I feel like [?] how i’m gliding
Bring out my name and we sliding
Yea I got chicks out of college
I never got no allowance
I wanted Polo and I wanted Prada
Mosqino casinos we doubled our dollars
I feel like Pacchino I’m rolling with mobsters

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Yeah, don’t try me
Tell that little nigga don’t try me
Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
All of my friends they won’t buy this
Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
Diamonds they water, Poseidon



Bryson Tiller – Money Problems / Benz Truck (True To Self Album)



Hey
Goddamn, goddamn
Hey (God)
Hey
Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Every time you see me, I’m in go mode
Niggas ain’t ’bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
When I drop a few niggas is goin’ ghost
You gassed up thinkin’ we go toe-to-toe
Ay, I’m bout to go Kanye West on niggas
You know care less if I upset some niggas
Hey, supposedly I’ve been in debt with niggas
Fuck ’em, I ain’t writing out no check for niggas
My lawyer check them niggas, said don’t sweat them niggas
Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
He talkin’ wild, I said objection, nigga
You a lame, get up out my section, nigga
Hey, he throwin’ shade, I don’t play fetch with niggas
Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas
Don’t need attention, just respect from niggas
Oh no, all I really need is, need is
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
No way, that’s okay, that’s okay
Oh, I come a long way
Yeah and it’s been a while since I clocked in
Came out on top and shawty tell me I’m poppin’
Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
When these niggas start wildin’, yeah, you the one that I think of
And God, he the only one thing keepin’ you niggas from gettin’ sprayed up
For my daughter, I’m gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
You got money problems, I’m sorry (hey)
Ain’t no money problems ever stop me (never)
I just treat a prayer like a hobby
And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Ay, yeah, I heard
They talkin’ crazy on the block still
I ain’t on the block no more, I’m in the hills
Just checked the temperature, I’m hot still
Ridin’ 65, I’m on them hot wheels
The flow way when I’m sauced up
I got my money right last year, I bossed up
Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain’t cost much
Fake friends, they gon’ say we lost touch
Strangers, they gon’ say I switched up
Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah
Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
Light skin, I call ’em my honey dip, yeah
Niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
On my black, I just flex that’s how I feel, yeah
Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
Ay, jump inside the Benz truck
I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
Or a SLS, gotta pick one
Get my bitch one
And she at the crib, yeah, doin’ sit ups
And she tryna get fit for a young nigga
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
I’m just tryna get rich, double up figures
Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
She a down ass bitch
Down, down, down, down, down

Mac Miller – Cinderella (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Uh, sign
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sign
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in the aisle
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams that’s why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind
I told you, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be fine
This the type of thing I heard it happen all the time
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin’ me high
Said nothin’ better than the first time
I’ll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don’t have to spend another second on this Earth dry
Wet you like a fresh group second and a third time, left you up a verse mind
And when you hungry I can shut you up with stir fry
Get you some dessert wine, elevate this third eye
First prize, Nobel, get a piece
Your clothes off, turn around, let me see
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Yeah, okay I came up with a plan it was
Take you by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Two nights, we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music and started dancing
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved onto the floor
You started getting crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
I thought you was an angel now you yellin’ to the Lord
You used to tell me all the time I ain’t your type
Now you always wanna spend the night
Now I’m doing everything you like
When I’m inside your pussy, damn it feels so right
Yeah, but I still respect the game
Every time I’m out of line you always set me straight
The sex is great, and your sex I need it every day
I yell your name, sinner, rebel
Never gonna find nobody better
All my life
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Hey now, I’m saying
My only way out is way in
I won’t stop ’til you’re mine, no way
Well all my days now, they changin’
I got angels, no more Satan
Looks like God’s on my side
This time
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name, yeah
If it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain
Ooh Cinderella don’t you run out of time
It feels like you’ve been taking all day
Wherever you came from, wherever you going
I promise I’m not far behind
So don’t you dare throw this away
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name
And if it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain