YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Al Nash Lyrics

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[Intro]
BJ on the beat, boy
Why the temperature say eighty degrees, and I’m the only one fuckin’ cold in here?
Maybe ’cause you’re the only one with all these goddamn chains on
You think?
Goddamn, BJ with another

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the brakes in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Brought a whole bank, so the hoes follow me
Plenty racks, steady straps on my coloured jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans

[Verse 1]
Take a dugg, get some woods from the store
Actin’ tough, put some wood on a ho
Plenty Lambo’ when we ride like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros
Ex-patrole, I ain’t never gon’ fold
When they go down, we gon’ see who gon’ froze
And my chain on freeze
Don’t correct the way I speak, if I ain’t fuckin’ up my count
Ayy, while you watch what I’m doin’?
She took shots, I won her over time
I’m on lap, but won’t go overboard
I’m feelin’ her, she feelin’ Lil Top
I be on someone else every time I get bored
I’ma sin like flashy, he play out the course
If you call out for help, I’ll never ignore it
Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it
Wake up, chasin’ that money, we makin’ a fool of ya
And wanna ride with the slime (Let’s go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She wan’ take all the time for the play with my mind
She tryna fuck up my grind, ain’t no way that nigga slime, ooh

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the brakes in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Brought a whole bank, so the hoes follow me
Plenty racks, steady straps on my coloured jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans

[Verse 2]
Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from the look all of sudden
I got money steady comin’ as I’m spendin’ every hundred
Dead man by the burner, you can join, if you wanna
Why she dissin’ on a nigga? I ain’t stuntin’ on a ho
I got money, I said, “I can transform any ho”
Make a bitch fuck her trade, I’ma learn me a ho
Cut the grass for the snakes, the alarm ’bout to blow

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the brakes in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Brought a whole bank, so the hoes follow me
Plenty racks, steady straps on my coloured jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans

[Bridge]
Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans (Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans)
For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea)
Hidin’ out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin’ out on the beach, no, literally)

[Verse 3]
Away from the drama, it’s just me and me and my fit baby-mama (My fit baby-mama)
You don’t want no problems, got that .45 up this bitch, that motorstop (They were her in college)
They took red out the mud, got six in the paint, for the 3K, I cap it
Bought a watch like a [?] ‘fore I come out my pocket
I had to make me some spiritual choices and I got was noggin’
I wanted some shit with more hustlers
I went to the lot, had the wire in the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And no talkin’ body to body
Cut your opp like that hair on your twat
Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the brakes in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Brought a whole bank, so the hoes follow me
Plenty racks, steady straps on my coloured jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans

[Outro]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the brakes in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
BJ on the beat, boy

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – AI Nash Lyrics

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[Intro]
BJ on the beat, boy
Why the temperature say eighty degrees and I’m the only one fucking cold in here?
Maybe ’cause you’re the only one with all these god damn chains on
You think?
Goddamn, BJ with another one

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Verse 1]
Take a duck, get some Woods from the store (Uh-huh)
Actin’ tough, put some wood on a ho (On a ho)
Put in Lambo when we ride like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of woods with my bros
Ask for trouble, I ain’t never gone fold
When they go down we gone see who gone froze
Got my chain on freeze
Don’t correct the way I speak if I ain’t fucking up my count
Ayy, why you watch for what I’m doing?
She took shots, I won over top
I’m on a lap, but won’t go overboard (Uh-huh)
I’m feelin’ her, she feelin’ Lil Top
I be wantin’ someone else every time I get bored
On my son, I go ‘Sace, you play all the chords
If you got off of a hit I ain’t never ignore
And the diamond you want I got cake to afford
Wake up chasing the money, we making the four, yeah

[Bridge]
They don’t wanna ride with the slime (Let’s go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She want take all the time for her to play with my mind
She tryna fuck up my grind, ain’t no way, a nigga slime, ooh

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash (Thirteen)
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Verse 2]
Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from a look, all of a sudden
I got money steady coming as I’m spinnin; every hundred
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain’t stuntin’ on a ho
I got money, I said, I can transform in this ho
Make a bitch 4KTrey, I’ma loan me a ho
Cut the grass full of snakes, tell the lawn mower, blow

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (Woo)
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Refrain]
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans (Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans)
Got my VPN on
Whoever tryna follow me (Whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location, close to sea (Safe location, close to sea)
Hide out on the beach, no literally (Hide out on the beach, no literally)

[Verse 3]
Away from the drama, it’s just me and me
And my fifth baby mama (And my fifth baby mama)
You don’t want no problems, got that .45 up in this bitch
That motor stopper (That what herm call it)
They took red out the market, got six in the paint
For the three K, I cap it (Three K, I cap it)
Bought a watch like a ten K the x with the safe ‘fore I come out my pocket (Boy, I come out my pocket)
I had to make me some spiritual choices
To knock off his noggin (Boy, knock off his noggin)
I wanted some shit with more horses
I went to the lot had to widen the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And don’t tell nobody about it
Cut you off, like the hair on your twat, bitch
I got youngins, they ready to stop shit

[Chorus]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I’m tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin’ up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans

[Outro]
Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (Skrt)
I’m tryna take the whole team in (Nah)
I got enough rooms for all they ass (It’s on)
BJ on the beat, boy

Jay Critch – Gettin Da Cash Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey!
Getting the cash and shit
Doing the dash and shit
Hey, Yeah, Woah
The Lab Cook

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on ’em like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (cooling smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt skrt)

[Verse 1]
High like the attic
I’m in LA, need a pound of the cookie
She a fiend, she a addict
She got and old nigga, but that nigga a rookie (that nigga a rookie)
Spend some green on the fabric
Now she trying to pull up, trying to give me the good shit (trying to give me the good shit)
I’ma go ahead and smash it
Now a nigga bugging out over some pussy (over some pussy, hey!)
Aye, diamonds shining now they can’t overlook me
I had to go and make a plan for the guap (plan for the guap)
He be acting like the man, he not (he not)
She’s like what’s the flashing on your hand, the rocks (hand, the rocks)
Do the dash and she like where’s the top (where’s the top)
Mansion looking like the stairs don’t stop
Fuck the fashion I like bands a lot (bands a lot)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be (hey)
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (I be coolin smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it

[Verse 2]
Aye, I might fuck around and pass it
Just like D. Will, Steve Nash and them (D. Will, Steve Nash and them)
Money on me like it’s tatted
I got way too much cash to spend (too much cash)
They be talking all that stattic
When we run down we catching them (we cathing them)
Damn shawty you a bad bitch
I’m trying to run down, what’s happening? (run down, what’s happening?)
Hey, young nigga getting the money, they mad at him
We was running off with them O’s by the school (O’s y the school)
Nigga I don’t owe nothing to you (owe nothing to you)
In the coupe, but I’m trying to get two (trying to get two)
Wake up and it’s payday (payday)
All my niggas with the stain gang (stain gang)
Hit a lick, gotta maintain yeah (gotta maintain, yeah)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch (magic)
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt)