Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Juice WRLD – London Tipton Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

T-Pain – Boo’d Up (T-Mix) Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wiz Khalifa – Gin & Drugs Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Marc E. Bassy – HALL OF FAME Lyrics

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

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

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

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

Cardi B – On Fleek lyrics

[Hook]
I pull up, like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

[Verse 1]
I’m Cardi exotic, my ice retarded
I walk in the party get started
Murder scene he want all this
Your bitch I demolish on fleek is what you call it
This not a game, fuck is you saying
Bullshit is something I don’t entertain
Come correct if gon’ call out my name
Not talking money I’m switching these lanes, like swerve
Now watch me, now watch me, swag surf
Boy you better respect the curve
I’m on my bullshit, fuck what you heard
Oh you ain’t know, well you gon’ learn

[Hook]
I pull up like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
You better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

[Verse 2]
Fleek the definition of me
I keep it in check papi
I am a whole different breed
I’m Cardi, capiche
Them other ones can’t compete
I make bitches want to retreat
I go to the desert for weeks
When I come back I come back with heat
Now they be all up in my DM
Tryna get Cardi B to PM
I swear to God I don’t see ’em
I’m high up in the hills like The Weeknd

[Hook]
I pull like what’s up, everything on fleek
I do it nice, seven days a week
Like oh my, oh my, oh my God
I don’t do nothing for free you know I got to charge
When I’m done, they be like you better
Do better, you better, you better
When that check come I be like
You better, you better, you better

NAV – Wanted You lyrics

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Girl]
Where you at?
At my house
Let me see that ass
What you say?
I said “let me see that ass”
That ass
Oh, you on some naked shit
Hahaha
I’m on my way
Stop lyin’
I’m on my way, bye

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

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

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

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

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

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

Comethazine – DEMI lyrics

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

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

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

Kash Doll – Serious Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

AKA – Star-Sign Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Omega Crosby – Money lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pressa – Sophomore

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

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

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

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

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

Kap G – Freakin ‘n’ Geekin

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

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

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

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

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

OG Boobie Black – Goin Live

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trey Songz – Playboy (Tremaine The Album Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
Oooooooo (oooohhh)

OG Boobie Black – Goin Live Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nav – Fell In Love (The Introduction Album)

[Verse 1]
Police pat me down them bands all on me
Molly, purple drank is all that I need
Come get your bitch cause she dancing on me
I remember these bitches were laughing at me
Now she sucking, fucking, clapping for me
Hit me, DM, told she was a fan
I was nobody when I made "The Man"
Now when these bitches see me, know who I am
His bitch looking I think she a flirt
Owls inside my shoes and XO my shirt
Diss me once and you’ll be dead on the first
I’m staying clean but my squad doing dirt
I’m staying clean, let my squad do the dirt
Hating on me cause they can’t get a verse
Summertime, shitting on you in a ‘vert
My diamonds are water I’m smoking on Earth
‘Member my mama told me I’m the worst
When the check come in she seeing it first
Buy her a house, I’mma buy her a purse
Looking for handouts, don’t get on my nerves
You telling lies, I’m a man of my word
And your wifey just hit me but she getting curved
I’m wearing brand names that you never heard
How to get money, you never gon’ learn

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Verse 2]
Yeah I love LA
Met a baddie from the Bay
Suck and fuck all day
But she can’t call me bae
Smoking weed all day
In Beverly I stay
The weather got me feeling so good
That I put the Xans away
Started from the bottom
I just dropped the top
She want the molly, yeah I got ’em
His bitch gave me top
My shooter got a mop
Deading all your talks
I love getting stoned
My watch is full of rocks
She say "Nav, why you so hood?"
She don’t know about the Rex
Had to tell my squad to clean it up
I don’t wanna make a mess
Body coming home, he gon’ beat the case
So you know he know what’s next
Fucking up a check
Diamonds dancing on my neck

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

Apollo Brown & Skyzoo – Nodding Off

[Intro Part 1: Mike Tyson]
And life is all about a bluff
It’s almost like playing cards, like
I’d say it’s moreso than um, I’d say moreso than I’d say shooting dice
You know, because, you could change dices and stuff
But they can’t, they hard, they can’t mold
You know what I mean you just shooting, you shooting
Cards could bend, cards could bend like life
Us and life, we can bend
And even though we had a bad hand, that don’t mean we gon lose the fucking game

[Intro Part 2: Skyzoo]
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
Go ahead and not to it
I swear all the content is relatable, I swear
Just let it play it’s course
Okay

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Winning be the only thing they know you for
And then everything changes like you Okafor
And you playing your role and keeping hold of what they hold you on
Remind ’em what they know until they know you gone
Like do believe it, let your memory lock in
Like when locking the door soon as top become the topic
And she take all that off seeing how roomy the drop is
And I just want you all to feel the aura of the logic
We can keep this shit honest, we all about a profit
And I’m all kinda in love with the shit, like it’s a problem
’cause I seen how that problem, stood up on top of problems
Down for the count, I counted down and said "yo I’m in"
Til I’m in, a 911 Porsche without a 911 call
Round my way they go together like you rocking up a yard
And if the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get a kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it

[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
Swear it’s like I’m Bleek Gilliam on the bridge hitting the trumpet
Playing "Sing Soweto" in repetition for comfort
Know I sing for payrolls, but stuck on how you dub it
Like if ever you should share this and it puts out a discussion
There’s a part of me that wants it to be everything that matters
Then there’s part of me that grew up where you win off whipping batter
But this don’t even matter, like why should we pretend
But if it came back up, then how should we begin?
In the thought of the greatest, with a story as vital
But when you get to aiming then they say you hit your rivals
I’m just aiming at making this shit here last forever
‘Least a Wu X, and returning a DM from a joint that’s Lisa Wu sketch
Do it how they taught us when they had us in the pocket
Said the aim will come in handy when they get away from logic
If the topic that I’m on isn’t quote on quote real
Then at least Apollo here to get the kill
And you can still nod to it

[Hook: Skyzoo]
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it, nod to it, nod to it
You can still nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
You can still nod to it
Nod to it
Go ahead and nod to it
Nod to it
You can still nod to it

Jacob Sartorius – Bingo

(Hahaha, J.S.)

Man, tell me who’s this pretty young thing
Popping up all over the ground
I could see we got a couple same friends
And we from the same city
My, oh, my, now you just my type
With them lips like Kylie, so fine
E’rry post, gon’ give it that like
‘Til she notice

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

Man, now I’m creeping up in her DM
And I hope she ain’t got a boyfriend
‘Cause, girl, I really want a chance
To get to know you better
And, I, know if you give me the greenlight
Everything’s gon’ be alright
Like two stars way up in the sky
We’re so fly-y-y

I just wanna know you real bad (Bad)
Can I pick you up, meet your dad? (Dad)
I just gotta make you mine
Get inside your timeline
(Let me get it)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo

(I just wanna know you real bad) Bad
(Can I pick you up, meet your dad?) Dad

(Eyy, eyy. Bro, I can’t do this. This is too lit)
(Haha, B-I-N-G-O)

She’s so proper, a head-knocker
What it do, after school (Yeah)
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O, bingo, bingo
Put my picture on your locker
Tell your girls, I’ll tell my crew
I just hit the lotto, she hit the follow
B-I-N-G-O

Justine Skye – Jezebel (8 Ounces Album)

Oh Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Cause you all on my IG
Talkin shit bout me
All in my timeline
Picture you
Tryna out me

Internet thuggin
Avatar muggin
Now you got me black bagging
Got you on thought when I’m dragging, you

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

We used to be friends
Now you all in my DM
From AM to PM
I just delete them

I heard you getting right now
On tour with what’s-his-face
No debate, you know the place
Word’s getting round now
You a player on the team, where all the boys go

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
Oh Jezebel, don’t wanna front you out but what the hell

Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face
Show your face

Show your face when you talk to me (Show your face)
Show your face (Show your face)
Show your face when you talk to me
Show your face

Jezebel, you’re the girl the guys know so well
You’re the girl the guys (girl the guys) know so well
Jezebel, don’t want to front you out but what the hell

What the hell

Chri$ Born – Let The Beat Speak

[Intro]
I love you Chri$ Born

[Verse]
Hold up, what can I say
Barely wanna talk, gotta let the beat speak
Nigga asking "Yo Chris, where the beats be?"
Ain’t no hand out, why your hands out?
No deal, nigga, ‘less you got the bands out
In the DM, askin’ help her mans out
Unless you throwing some girl, you ain’t helping no
Perfect storm comin’ something like Nelson tho
Hold up nigga, I am a wave
No dance shit, I’m on the rave
On the road less travelled, nigga I’mma pave it
Rap going down, yeah nigga gotta save it
When I’m in the game, I’m ’bout to put it on hold
When I’m in this shit I’ve gotta leave ’em all froze
Yup nigga, my life a show
Really ’bout that life, sure that shit ain’t just for show
No hook, one verse, all I got for this
In the midst of greatness when you standin’ next to this
Lot of faith in myself, ain’t it evident
Swear man, this really be my element
Lately I ain’t really been feeling up to it
But, so unhappy when I don’t do it
Yeah, tryna live a life so sweet
Fuck it, I’mma go ahead and let the beat speak

Kap G – Freakin N Geekin

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

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

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

[Verse 2]
Hold up, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I [?] R.I.P. to [?]
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna bang, she wanna
I think she geekin’, yeah she like my wrist and
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, tell I see she creepin’

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

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Macaroni

[Verse 1]
Nigga don’t tell me what you want
Think you calling shots? I make a call, nigga get you gone
Knew that was your girl but she a hoe and her pussy soak
Sound like macaroni in a bowl when she mix it up
Knew I was gon’ put it in song
We ain’t get to fuck
Think about when you leave her home
Where she really at?
Probably got location on your phone, she know where you at
A lot of niggas hatin’ on the boy
Why you really mad?
Is it cause I’m really putting on where my city at
Highbridge nigga from the Bronx where it be gritty at
I be smoking on gorilla glue and smoking GG pack
They don’t wanna free my nigga Nun but I know he be back

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Verse 2]
My nigga don’t tell me what to do
Mel went to school for shooting hoops and then he learned to shoot
Had to lock myself inside the booth, that’s how I kept my cool
Saw my nigga Quado on the news, that’s why I kept my tool
Don’t you try to tell me nothing nigga you don’t know me
Done with this bottle, fill me up I need another Rosé
Got to hit a couple hittas up when I’m by my lonely
I think they already know wassup, I don’t fuck with phonies
Lately I been running out of time, I need another rollie
Lately I been on the west-side, don’t need no other homies
Diamonds on my pinky finger blinding, all the bitches on me
I look at her and tell her call me, hold up matter fact

[Hook]
Bitches that I hit up in the DM never hit me back
Now they probably all up in my DM I don’t get to check
I could turn your girl into a demon, boy don’t get me mad
Fuck around and threw out all my singles when I heard it clap
Sound like macaroni in a bowl how she getting wet
When I met her said she was a fuckin’ bartender yeah
Then I saw her dancing on a pole, she a stripper yeah
Macaroni in a bowl, she be mixing, yeah

[Outro]
Macaroni in a bowl
The way she mix it up
They way she mix it in a bowl
They way she mix it up
Macaroni in a…mix it up

P Money –

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 1]
Yo, I don’t play, this is not EA
Minimum wage? Promoter, behave
Make sure I’ve got a rider onstage
And three hotel rooms, prepaid
Got a big lyric called “what did he say?”
When I start it, the crowd say “what did he say?”
But I don’t repeat it on the third line
But I hit ’em with the fourth like “what did he say?”
Cause I’m grimy when I’m rhyming with my hood up
In quick time and when I ride in, I get a pull-up
If it’s a hype ting, we’ll slide in when I pull up
DM sliding when I glide in, skrrt, pull up
I does this, then man shoulda, woulda, coulda
I got clarity, dem man dududududu
I’m P Money in a snapback and my hood up
But I’m Wiley to every single girl that I stood up, cause

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 2]
Yo, fam, let me tell you why I’m nang
Probably the first grime man in Japan
Every single MC that clashed me ran
Left with their girlfriends, I left with their fans
Money Over Everyone, yeah, that was me
Put together dubstep and grime, that was me
Bosnia, Russia, Australia, Croatia
Can’t forget Germany, bro, that was me
If you wanna spar me, you are barmy, you need an army
You ain’t dark, G, can’t dark me cause I’m a darkie
Can’t harm me, run up, charge me or disarm me
I’m old school but I ain’t Atari, bro, wallahi
My conservative labour works more than a party
Nah, G, on my own, I was calling the party
Humble with it, but I’ll get a D Double rewind
If you might see me go back to being nasty

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Verse 3]
Like yo, let me tell you why I’m cold
Made a lot of bangers, [?]
“Slang Like This”, man, you already know
“10/10” now, you already know
Younger than them but I was one of the seniors
Badded up festivals and I done arenas
They ain’t even done this and they was on a major
I ain’t even dropped no album, idiots
Zim zimma, I was getting bigger and bigger
They couldn’t say I weren’t the winner when I got in the bimmer
They can’t buy my style, I’ll six-figure the bidder
They call me chinchilla cause I’ll put their chin on a chiller, it’s mad
Are you hearing the way I’ve been flowing? It’s mad
All the rates and the raves I’ve been going, it’s mad
Lowkey at the show so we go in the back
When your chick picks me up, we go in the back

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

[Hook]
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, big boy lyric and flow
Whoa, round and round it goes
Whoa, round and round it goes
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, big boy lyric and flow
Hey, round and round it goes
Hey, round and round it goes

Lil Durk – Rider Chick

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She gon’ be 100, hol’ that muthafucka down
(?) you how that shit go street nigga
Know what I’m sayin’?

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and shit, I kick her ’round like Pam and shit
And I can’t stand that bitch, she tweakin’ off them Xans and shit, And I’m the man and shit
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
She on snap wit it, I’m from the back wit it
She don’t like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
In her DM and I’ll (?) with him
These niggas hoes, I’ll slap niggas
Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
Taught her how to be cheap, cause ain’t nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin’ work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin’ with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin’ my way
Bitches be tryin’ it, I’m his homie, lover, friend
You can’t deny it baby, we thuggin’ till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain’t nothin’ like the D, I be tuggin’ on his pants

[Hook: Lil Durk]
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don’t go back and forth about private shit
And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
I got a street bitch
I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
She hidin’ all my dough, she a street bitch
She gon’ go when I say go, she a street bitch