Mac Miller – Real Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
These motherfuckers don’t know
These motherfuckers don’t know, yeah

[Verse 1]
The trap is filled up with so many mistakes, can’t belive I’m alive
Will you be a saint or a sinner? Whatever you want, you decide
All day I been faded, all day I been faded, but fuck it, I drive
Now I’m in a Mercedes, a pill made me crazy, today I could die
Fall asleep in the pussy, wake up to the money
My life a cliché
I think I deserve a promotion, I think I’ma need me a raise
Tired of these motherfuckers keep playin’
‘Cause me I created the game though
Stack my money and lay low, they can’t fuck with my bankroll

[Chorus]
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
I been real one, yeah, I been a real one

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, I get up with the sun, only sleep for a minute
Then back to the grind
They party and bullshit, get wasted, I done it
They wastin’ my time
I’m faded my eyes low, so no reason to hide that I’m blatantly high
Bitches been trippin’ since in the beginnin’
Don’t listen every time they tellin’ me lies, oh no
All they ever wanted, was to be somebody special
Couple dollars dancin’ on the dental
Cap in mind, don’t mind though by the elbow, you know
Know you poppin’, when you make a million dollars on the cellphone
Money been a manifesto, said, the money been a manifesto
I’m up like espresso, the bitches say “hello”
I’m outta’ the friendzone
I rode with the homies, where ever we go
We don’t follow no dresscode
And I’m still young, gettin’ faded to feel numb

[Chorus]
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
Tell everyone that you know, all my life I been a real one, yeah
I been real one, yeah, I been a real one

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some more nigga

Kanye West – Face Down lyrics

[Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?
Bad girls always keep they phone face-down
I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo
Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)
Face-down the only time you come around (yeah, face-down)
Young nigga came from that Bobby Brown (Whitney)
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
All my money came out that mud or ground (yeah)
They can’t be real (no), or I can’t be real (no)
But I like how I feel (I do), I like how I feel (I love it)
I gave her a deal (ayy), I gave her a pill (ayy)
Now she worth a mil’ (yeah), now she worth a mil’ (million)
Ice all on me (ayy), these racks all on me (yeah)
You can walk all on me (uh), you can skate all on me (yeah)
Niggas ain’t homies (woah), but you can wait on it (grah)
You can wait on it (woah), I bet I’ma eat my opponent (argh)
I’ma need some manners (ayy), I’ma need some more cameras (flash)
I’m too hot to handle (ah), blow money like candles (phew)
Riding on camels (yeah), in Dubai riding camels (oh)
Wanna buy me a camel (oh), but I want and bought panorama (ay)
Yeah-yeah, higher than fighter jets (high)
Face-down now she soaking wet (face-down)
Yeah, I really wanna ride with her (ride)
But the n*gger got mileage (mileage)
Yeah, I’m dabbing and styling (styling)
I wanna hold her up for hostage (hostage)
But she end up outsmarting me ’cause she did four years in college (damn)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, she did four years in college (damn)
Yeah-yeah, I’ma gon’ give her this molly (damn)
Yeah, I was gonna give her this molly (damn)
Yeah-yeah, have her face-down on a island (yeah)

[Chorus: Kanye West & Quavo]
Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down?
Bad girls always keep they phone face-down
I love you when you face-down (ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I’ll never trip over you (no), it’s more fish in the sea (yeah)
Soon, I promise you’ll see, yea, you the one who need me (uh-huh)
I can’t convince you if you ain’t gon’ listen
I ain’t going on no damn-damn mission (oh)
Flipped your phone, you had phone calls missing
Who the f*ck is this nigga named Tristan?
These bitches are so stupid, all your life, have you been a groupie?
No morals, there’s no sorrow, you must like peasants
You coulda been with the pharaoh, oh, oh-no, oh-no, oh

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip

Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga!

[Offset:]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse
Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Told the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse
I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he’s ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

White Sand

Lyrics to ‘White Sand’ by Migos:

It has arrived. After teasing us with various records & details over the past few months, the Migos finally released their highly anticipated sophomore album today called Culture 2. Laced with a whopping 24 songs in total, the project features contributions from some of the biggest name in hip hop, including Drake, Pharrell, Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Metro Boomin, Cardi B, Post Malone, and many more.

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Madeintyo & Metro Boomin – MadeinBOOMIN

[Intro]

Hey, TPC
Made in Metro (Skrt Skrt)
(Metro Boomin’ want some more nigga)

[Verse 1]
Hey, I remember when these bitches didn’t fuck with me (hey)
Now these bitches wanna fuck with me (skrt skrt)
Cause i’m getting to the top I feel so cozy (sauce)
I’m at the game i’m on the floor you on the nosebleeds (woah)
Is this really how you wanna do it? (sauce)
All these rappers actin’ like they fucking with my music (ugh)
I keep on going, keep on going
I might never stop (woah)
You get one song you get one chance
You niggas think you hot? (haha)
And we just dropped that made in boomin’
I might take your spot (oh oh)
Brooklyn for the weekend yup I’m fuckin’ up the drop (hey)
And when you make them nigga friends why they copy? (skr)
And I just want that rari pullin’ up to [?] (skr skr)
And I can’t do that nine to five I need that extra cheese (sauce)
I heard she bout to leave a nigga he smoke bad weed (ugh)
These normal bitches say my lifestyle too lavish (woah)
It’s Metro TYO yuh I’m going savage
I fell in love with ratchet bitches that’s the shit I like (woah)
The type to smoke my blunt and eat up all my fried rice (ugh)
And she a sneaky bih she creeping on my timeline (skr skr)
I whispered in her ear like bitch come get these hundens
She my type yuh (skr skr), that hoe pipe yuh (hey)
Like every night yuh (whoa), I get her right yuh (sauce)
She my type yuh (skr skr), that hoe pipe yuh (yuh)
That whole [?] yuh, that Gary Night yuh
I get her right yuh, and she my type yuh
That hoe pipe yuh that Gary Night yuh
And she my type yuh
And she my type yuh
That hoe pipe yuh
Like Gary Night yuh
Young metro in this bih yuh
Young Tokyo in this yuh
Made in Boomin in this bih yuh
Yeah woah
Woah woah
Woah woah

Lil B – My House Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yo check me out, girl
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Verse 1]
Meet me at my house, show you how I live
Big gates, nice cars, that fly shit
Check me out, I’m tryna put you on
Every house that we go to I own
Throw your mortgage in the club, it’s nothin’
Magic City late night, I’m tryna fuck somethin’
And I ain’t ever beg, girl I say please
Come to my house, you’ll be up on your knees
Ever seen pool in the livin’ room?
Ten car garage, twenty chromes
My house the largest on the block
So tell me, is you comin’, or not?

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yeah girl let’s do this, you feel me?
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Just come through, we good
Meet me at my house

[Verse 2]
Cameras on the first floor, money on the second floor
When you come to my place, you can’t see no walls
Turn your phones on and take a picture
Come to my house, I wanna be with you
Give me a sign that you down to leave
I don’t give a fuck, girl, you can come with me
How many friends is comin’ with yah?
Yeah, shit, I don’t give a fuck if they was real sisters
My basement got a stripper pole
Ten thousand square feet, that’s a man’s home
Come see how a boss live
Tell me when you’re at the gate, I’ll let you in

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Bridge]
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go?
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go when you wanna fuck
If we can make love, if we can make love?
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Lil B & Metro Boomin – My House

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yo check me out, girl
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Verse 1]
Meet me at my house, show you how I live
Big gates, nice cars, that fly shit
Check me out, I’m tryna put you on
Every house that we go to I own
Throw your mortgage in the club, it’s nothin’
Magic City late night, I’m tryna fuck somethin’
And I ain’t ever beg, girl I say please
Come to my house, you’ll be up on your knees
Ever seen pool in the livin’ room?
Ten car garage, twenty chromes
My house the largest on the block
So tell me, is you comin’, or not?

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Yeah girl let’s do this, you feel me?
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Just come through, we good
Meet me at my house

[Verse 2]
Cameras on the first floor, money on the second floor
When you come to my place, you can’t see no walls
Turn your phones on and take a picture
Come to my house, I wanna be with you
Give me a sign that you down to leave
I don’t give a fuck, girl, you can come with me
How many friends is comin’ with yah?
Yeah, shit, I don’t give a fuck if they was real sisters
My basement got a stripper pole
Ten thousand square feet, that’s a man’s home
Come see how a boss live
Tell me when you’re at the gate, I’ll let you in

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Bridge]
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go?
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum
Where you gonna go when you wanna fuck
If we can make love, if we can make love?
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
I got the condo, I got the bando
I got the traphouse, I got the mansion

[Hook]
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house
You gon’ be on, man
Meet me at my house

[Outro]
Metro Boomin want some
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

TINASHE – Sacrificies lyrics

Oh-oh-oh
(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

New hundreds on the new mattress
We gonna play like an actress
Money’s a mess on the table
Eyes on that essex and cable
Wanna ride you like a wave
Baby I’m feeling your wave
You could get this anyway
I don’t think it’s just a phase
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
We spending quality time now
I’m taking isssues aside now
I’m gon’ run back on your mind now
I’ll make you mine, make you mine

It’s not my M.O to fall in love
But fucking around with me is dangerous
The lines are blurry now, this isn’t lust
But you like it (but you like it)
And I like it (and I like it)

Never known you had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice
Never known you had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice

Second round, can you last tonight?
Spin me round and leave it inside
E-E-Extra loud, every time we play
Watch me dance around all over your face
I’m, yeah, I’ma ride shotgun with you
I took a [?], it’s you
He gon’ pull up in the Chevy
He gon’ blow up like a levy
We gon’ lay up like a headboard
Do all the shit that you ask for

It’s not my M.O, to fall in love
But fucking around with me is dangerous
The lines are blurry now, this isn’t lust
But you like it (but you like it)
And I like it (and I like it)
(Sacrifices)

Never known you’d had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice
Never known you’d had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice

Sacrifices
Sac-sacrifices

I’m gonna touch you if you let me keep you up
I’m gon’ show you what it’s like to be in love
I’m gon’ treat you just the way that you deserve
I’m gonna touch you just the way that you deserve
I’m gon’ take you where you’ve never been before
I’m gon’ hold ya like you outta be held
I’m gonna kiss you, pin you up against the wall
I’m gonna give you some place warm to lay your head, ohh

I will not be ignored

Tinashe – Sacrifices (Nightride Album) letras

[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh
(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

[Verse 1]
New hundreds on the new mattress
We gonna play like an actress
Money’s a mess on the table
Eyes on that essex and cable
Wanna ride you like a wave
Baby I’m feeling your wave
You could get this anyway
I don’t think it’s just a phase
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
We spending quality time now
I’m taking isssues aside now
I’m gon’ run back on your mind now
I’ll make you mine, make you mine

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not my M.O to fall in love
But fucking around with me is dangerous
The lines are blurry now, this isn’t lust
But you like it (but you like it)
And I like it (and I like it)

[Chorus]
Never known you had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice
Never known you had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice

[Verse 2]
Second round, can you last tonight?
Spin me round and leave it inside
E-E-Extra loud, every time we play
Watch me dance around all over your face
I’m, yeah, I’ma ride shotgun with you
I took a shot [?], it’s you
He gon’ pull up in the Chevy
He gon’ blow up like a levy
We gon’ lay up like a headboard
Do all the shit that you ask for

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not my M.O, to fall in love
But fucking around with me is dangerous
The lines are blurry now, this isn’t lust
But you like it (but you like it)
And I like it (and I like it)
(Sacrifices)

[Chorus]
Never known you’d had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice
Never known you’d had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice

[Bridge]
Sacrifices
Sac-sacrifices

[Verse 3]
I’m gonna touch you if you let me keep you up
I’m gon’ show you what it’s like to be in love
I’m gon’ treat you just the way that you deserve
I’m gonna touch you just the way that you deserve
I’m gon’ take you where you’ve never been before
I’m gon’ hold ya like you outta be held
I’m gonna kiss you, pin you up against the wall
I’m gonna give you some place warm to lay your head, ohh

[Outro]
I will not be ignored

Tinashe – Sacrifices

[Intro]
Oh-oh-oh
(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

[Verse 1]
New hundreds on the new mattress
We gonna play like an actress
Money’s a mess on the table
Eyes on that essex and cable
Wanna ride you like a wave
Baby I’m feeling your wave
You could get this anyway
I don’t think it’s just a phase
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
Count up that money we sexing in
We spending quality time now
I’m taking isssues aside now
I’m gon’ run back on your mind now
I’ll make you mine, make you mine

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not my M.O to fall in love
But fucking around with me is dangerous
The lines are blurry now, this isn’t lust
But you like it (but you like it)
And I like it (and I like it)

[Chorus]
Never known you had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice
Never known you had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice

[Verse 2]
Second round, can you last tonight?
Spin me round and leave it inside
E-E-Extra loud, every time we play
Watch me dance around all over your face
I’m, yeah, I’ma ride shotgun with you
I took a shot [?], it’s you
He gon’ pull up in the Chevy
He gon’ blow up like a levy
We gon’ lay up like a headboard
Do all the shit that you ask for

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s not my M.O, to fall in love
But fucking around with me is dangerous
The lines are blurry now, this isn’t lust
But you like it (but you like it)
And I like it (and I like it)
(Sacrifices)

[Chorus]
Never known you’d had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice
Never known you’d had it so bad
Never knew I’d do you so right
Never felt this feeling so fast
Never knew it was worth the sacrifice

[Bridge]
Sacrifices
Sac-sacrifices

[Verse 3]
I’m gonna touch you if you let me keep you up
I’m gon’ show you what it’s like to be in love
I’m gon’ treat you just the way that you deserve
I’m gonna touch you just the way that you deserve
I’m gon’ take you where you’ve never been before
I’m gon’ hold ya like you outta be held
I’m gonna kiss you, pin you up against the wall
I’m gonna give you some place warm to lay your head, ohh

[Outro]
I will not be ignored

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for?
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge, but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is more popular
But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Where’s all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot
[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three’s company, how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound, I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin’, guess who orderin’ ’em
I’m pointin’ at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
I mean, the money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot my answer is “why the fuck not?”
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods out there fuckin’ with cops
Know they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s Joe

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for?
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge, but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is more popular
But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Where’s all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three’s company, how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound, I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin’, guess who orderin’ ’em
I’m pointin’ at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
I mean, the money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot my answer is "why the fuck not?"
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods out there fuckin’ with cops
Know they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s Joe

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask letras

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me
Some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is most popular
But I just booked my next nine months
Ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, (Baby)
Two bitches three’s company how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this yac trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottoms, come and get a order, and now
They brought in the room, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed in the great words of Buckshot, my answer is “why the fuck not”
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Right down to the crooked business, thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods, out there fuckin’ with cops
No they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s joe

Gucci Mane – Love Her Body (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro]
Zaytoven!
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!

[Verse 1]
You know I’m a gangster I’ma need for you to pay for me
I know these niggas want you, I’mma need for you to wait for me
Love and loyalty, its not a day she goes unfaithfully
Cause cain’t nobody fuck you like me, yeah ain’t no replacing me
Girl you’re more than beautiful you put your trust in me
Know I keep that blammer on me, know I’m your security
Girl you got me invested in you, this is our community
Thankful for this opportunity, treat you like family
I can’t even explain it but lil mama bring out the best in me
I can’t break this shit off if I want to, it’s destiny
I can’t even explain it but lil mama bring out the freak in me
I’mma break her off in the back seat of my Bentley

[Hook]
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body

[Verse 2]
Baby you a goddess and I’m not being dishonest
I can’t even be modest, cause I’m in love with your body
You worth more than money and you taste sweeter than honey
Your walk is so hypnotic, you erotic plus exotic
People say I’m trippin’ I ain’t thankin’ bout these bitches
We can share my rise, I give a damn they say I’m trickin’
Super bad bitch need it, first time I just did it did it
I can turn you up I’m filthy, make you laugh I’m super silly
We can hold hands in Lenox
I don’t give a damn who with me
These haters need mind their business
Tell the valet bring my Benzes
Beg my pardon, this not Dolly
I’m the Trap God she the goddess
Good brain like she went to college
These hoes jellyfish she can’t be solid

[Hook]
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body

Lil Uzi Vert – You Was Right lyrics

[Intro]
Hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you)
Crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you
(Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga)

[Hook]
Ya alright, alright, alright
You was right I was wrong
Ya I should’ve never ever took her home
Ya I should’ve just boned
Ya fantasy on my phone
Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you
Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you
Talking about a broken heart running to the restroom
[Verse 1]
Looked at my momma just like we rich
Looked at my bitch like we rich
Said we ain’t got no minor setbacks
Counting all that money told that nigga just to bet that
I, I know that you ain’t got it boy why you ain’t just say that
They see I got that money, now his bitch like I said that
I don’t pay that hoe no mind I been had that
When I saw my girl ya you know I had to bag that
And before me fuck niggas ya they had that
Five niggas in including me I had to back back
Try to diss me I take it to your family
I fuck your sister then make sure that she vanish

[Hook]
Ya alright, alright, alright
You was right I was wrong
Ya I should’ve never ever took her home
Ya I should’ve just boned
Ya fantasy on my phone
Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you
Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you
Talking about a broken heart running to the restroom
Ya alright, alright, alright
You was right I was wrong
Ya I should’ve never ever took her home
Ya I should’ve just boned
Ya fantasy on my phone
Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you
Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you
Talking about a broken heart running to the restroom

[Verse 2]
Even though we in the same room
You just locked the door so I gotta text you
Like bae unlock the door I got to use the restroom
Like I don’t want to war want to caress you

[Hook]
Ya alright, alright, alright
You was right I was wrong
Ya I should’ve never ever took her home
Ya I should’ve just boned
Ya fantasy on my phone
Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you
Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you
Talking about a broken heart running to the restroom