Jeezy – ’06 Lyrics

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Let that shit rock for a minute, nigga
It’s 104, nigga
It’s gangster shit, nigga

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Picture me rolling, nigga, like Pac in the ’90s, ho (90’s, ho)
Knocked off that 50 pack, told ’em send me ’bout 90 more (Yeah)
Already famous, I was a star at the corner store (Yeah)
Just holler at shawty, one twenty-five for a quarter O (Haha)
Jeezy for president, make America snow again (Yeah)
Make America snow again (Snow)
Hurt us in ’05, yeah there go that blow again (Damn)
Cuzzo just touched down, I cast him out on a truck (Truck)
My cousin set up my cousin, that’s what you call bad luck (Yeah, you already know what this is)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go, Mayback Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Soldiers of fortunes, y’all niggas giggle with groupies (Huh)
I sold my soul for two Porsches so niggas kill me or sue me (Boss)
Smorgasbord full of bitches, nose candy delicious
Pocket silk, turtle necks (Woo), Rolls Royce repetitious
I’m chasing money relentless, massive wealth what you call it
Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
Make her get so erotic, I think she feeling sincere (Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

Snoop Dogg – Focused Lyrics

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[Intro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Focus on me

[Verse 1]
So much smoke in the air, you can’t see shit
Servin’ Crip dick ’til the bitch sea sick
Bought everything, I don’t lease shit, G shit
Workin’ out so the fleece fit, cool
I’m on that who-you-wanna-be shit
West to East shit for all my dawgs and my Heathcliffs
Streets on tax so the heat’s on my lap
When it’s war, fuck the law, fuck it, bury me strapped
Money long as 21 Cadillacs
Matter fact, get it scratched like BattleCat
Hood politics, every real nigga battles that
Still standin’ ’cause the way a nigga handled that
10 toes down, never actin’ like a mark
Only nigga with a star that got put on at the Park, nigga
That’s on the set, that’s on my mama
I could still pull up at the Park, nigga

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Verse 2]
Gangbangers rejoice when they hear my voice
Pullin’ up in Rolls Royce, the hood in full-force still
Realizing I’m the source still
The wrong move could get my boys killed
So I focus on me
Makin’ sure this whole shit stay rollin’
And my baby boo neck stay frozen
Rich rollin’, on the clock, non-stop
And my bank account sure shows it
Big mouth Crip and the bitch niggas can’t close it
I was chosen
So don’t worry ’bout mine, nigga, we good
And fuck what y’all think, “Free Suge”
Diamond in the back with the leather with the wood in it
Banged around the world, made sure I kept the hood in it
Yeah, one time for the king
And I still smoke a nigga like a big bag of weed
On moms

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Outro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?

Rick Ross – Rich Nigga Lifestyle Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin’ war‚ but have you lived first?
I’m just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel worse
May be a lost cause‚ but let’s still search
Until the day I die, holdin’ my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?
Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin’ down the block holdin’ my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
They gon’ keep us in the ghetto ’til we move out
And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
I don’t give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein’ self-made give me so much leverage, Boss

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look (Maybach Music)
How many niggas on your payroll?
Rich gangbangers, y’all ain’t even know they make those
Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so
When it’s war time, never lay low, y’all play roles
I can’t name a fake nigga that was not exposed
How y’all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain’t a real street nigga ‘less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O’s
In the back of the ‘Bach, rock a lot of gold
Rap music on the charts like it’s rock and roll
Add somethin’ to the art, make a lot of dope
Gotta play my part from the start ’cause that’s all I know
Double M’s, double R’s, nigga, all I roll
Court side, goin’ viral when them punches thrown
On Crenshaw takin’ pictures like we Rich and Po
‘Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz’ (Maybach Music)
Yeah

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Heard they wanna put ya boy to rest just like I’m Malcolm X
Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin’ the sunset
I just keep on movin’ so you won’t catch a contact
All my dirty niggas showin’ me where the love at
Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated
Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
Rich nigga, dirty game, I’m talkin’ Nick Saban
Rich reignin’ every day, whiter than Dick Cheney
Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new
She can go and get the two-door in a week or two
Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to
Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek’d do
Real niggas that was born to kill
Dirty niggas touchin’ 40 mil’
40 cars on the sporty wheels
Gold bars in my shorty wheels

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the commas
They say the more money, more problems
But you don’t really want these problems
So watch what you say to me
Shorty, come easily
You ain’t who you claim to be
I’m just tryna keep it real
Ain’t no fucks around here
‘Cause we’re self-made
This forever is the lifestyle

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Outro]
M-M-M-Maybach Music

Lizzo – Exactly How I Feel Lyrics

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[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel
That’s exactly how I feel
That’s exactly how I feel

[Verse 1: Lizzo]
I woke up this morning (God)
Wrong side of the bed
I don’t have to ‘splain it, oh (How I feel)
I might be a bitch (Bitch)
I might make a friend (Friend)
Ain’t I so amazing? (Uh-huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Love me or hate me
Ooh, I ain’t changing
And I don’t give a fuck, no

[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel (Uh)
That’s exactly how I feel (Say it again)
That’s exactly how I feel (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
Don’t hide no emotions (Emotions)
Wear ’em on my sleeve (On my sleeve)
All my feelings Gucci (It’s Gucci, haha)
Can’t hold back my tears
That would be a crime
‘Cause I look pretty cryin’
Oh, they ain’t tell you?

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Love me or hate me
Ooh, I ain’t changing
And I don’t give a fuck, no

[Chorus: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, yeah)
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, it’s Gucci)
That’s exactly how I feel

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I feel like hurtin’ they feelings (Yeah)
I don’t get mad, I get millions (Yeah)
My heart ain’t got no feelings
My cars ain’t got no ceiling
I ain’t with that acting all friendly
Please step away from the Bentley
You’re either not with me or with me
The fye close by like it’s Whitney
Stay in your lane, don’t tempt me
Mr. Bust-A-Whole-Clip-‘Til-It’s-Empty
I got a feelin’ that tonight’s gonna be a good night
Like Ferg and them said, god willing
Fire chains on like burr (Burr)
Feelin’ like rockin’ my fur (Fur)
Rolls Royce with the chauffeur (Huh?)
How your toes feel on a mink fur?
It’s Gucci

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Cry ’cause I want to
Smile if I want to, huh
Yes, I can
Love ’cause I want to
Get so mad I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (Sing it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That’s exactly how I feel

Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

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[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

Gunna – Cash War Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Drip)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

[Verse 1]
Can’t save ’em
Kicked her out after I slayed her (Slayed)
Been got sauce, I got flavor (Flavor)
Saks Fifth, ho, you dreamt it, I paid for (Paid for)
New crib, got a lot of acres
The way you suck, you can get an A plus (A plus)
If she break, you can get your brain bust
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Chain bust)
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Ah)
Got any young thang, get you real rocks (Real rocks)
Three color diamonds on your wrist
I have three or four, you can get a plain watch (Plain watch)
Hundred twenty thousand dollars on the plane, watch
Rose gold when she with me, what you ain’t got
Pop a pussy nigga, leave him shell shocked (Shell shocked)
I’m a bigger dripper with Chanel socks

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

[Verse 2]
White Range Rover with the beige guts (Beige)
Got a table, had to pay and she paid, boss (Paid)
She wax her pussy, she don’t use a razor (Nah)
Diggin’ in it like I’m tryna dig a grave, huh (Grave, huh)
Why you wanna ask me for a favor?
Swear to God that won’t work in your favor (Fave)
Stack a lot of cash, I got layers (Yeah)
I been ballin’ and I’m livin’ like a Laker (Laker)
Ridin’ on my nigga, get a pay cut
When the milli come inside, we’re the makers (Makers)
Red and black Billy like a Raider
Run it to your front door like a cater (Cater)
Jump man, I’m an alligator
When I bite, I get shit tailor (Tailor)
Told her let’s play whoever tried to play us (Play us)
Should I diss ’em? Nah, nigga feelin’ way up

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

Lil Baby – Crush A Lot Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no back and fourth with no bitches, ain’t tinted
Rolls Royce truck, bitch, it ain’t rented
And they braggin’ ’bout bitches, I promise we hit ’em
I flooded my wrist, let the bros split a million
At this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelings
Buy every building in the hood for my children
Like a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovy
With no phone, we can make us a movie
I ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet out
If we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be out
Free the bros, buy my shit off the kiosk
I’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep house
Lil’ shawty suck it like she just took her teeth out
Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out
Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
These niggas talk like bitches, see what they be ’bout

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no complaining, money coming in
Put it all up, do it all again
First you get a mil’, then it’s times ten
Youngest out the crew, AMG Benz
Stand up like a man, take it on the chin
They got consequences in this life of sin
Laugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a ten
When you come home, we gon’ all win
Go in any club and make it thunderstorm, this shit reckless
He gon’ knock you off with his Rollie on
Drive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’
Only ride with my security because I can’t be armed
Can’t get caught with another gun
They gon’ know me when I’m gone
They hear my pain inside my songs
It’s like switch, I cut it on
Pills kick in, gettin’ in my zone
Do my job, ain’t see no wrong
I’m never talkin’ on them phones
Feds gon’ try to do us wrong
Man, they got my nigga Long
Lately I just been alone
My cup, my strap, this microphone
Nobody know what’s goin on
Just glad I made it off the road
Granddaddy showed me life is a gamble
Ever since I been on them dice
They gon’ suck it up like a bowl of rice
I’ma give it to them niggas every time

[Chorus]
I can’t fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hell
She ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon’ give me the chair
Fuck the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right?
Right? Right?
Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

Moneybagg Yo – Rolls Royce Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
True story, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 1]
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 2]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Outro]
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
This shit over

YFN Lucci – At My Best Lyrics

[Intro]
June your a genius
Know we started from the bottom nigga
Think It’s A Game
You know you don’t hustle you don’t eat nigga
You know if you broke you don’t sleep nigga
You know, long live all my niggas
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Look, aye keep that Glock by my tommy
Boy you know you pussy like right beneath her lil’ tummy
I am the bomb and I advise you pussies stay far from me
[?] high come drummin’
Flow sick I might vomit
Drop a brick on they head they better not hit no stomach
All this lead in this pencil I’ma erase sum
I’m from the gutter where snitches wear wires
Ridin’ with mack and I ain’t talkin’ bout that boy off of The Wire
Mack 11 on my side but that boy not a minor
Make me come find ya
Know I’m havin’ like your boss make me come sign ya
You know that yapper bring the bitch up out him
They know a punk bitch ain’t ever got shit up out him yeah
Aye I can only hear the money you copy
Play wit my dawg and we gon bring it to ya door like we tryna make sure you got it
I use to make the honor roll but I ain’t make it through college
Aye nowadays I might push the Rolls Royce down Collins

[Chorus]
At your best, you are love yeah
Look, see we were broke I had to make sure we got it
I swear it took a long time but I still went and got it yeah
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya

[Verse 2]
I love cheese like a rat, nigga you a rat
My bitch weave cost a rack
And bitch we don’t internet beef we just wack shit
Louie backpack stay filled with them jacks in it
Diamonds dancin’ like Michael my bitch a Janet
I’ma put my brother on and have my man’s lit
Aye you know Boxdale with that pull up sprayin’ shit
Aye ain’t a dollar in this world to make my man switch
You wear a skirt nigga, that ain’t no man shit
They checkin’ everybody but the one they hang wit
Got my niggas down bad, lil’ niggas tellin’ on my niggas and you proud of that?

[Chorus]
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya yeah hey

[Outro]
At your best you are love, ain’t a thang they could say bout me
I’ma talk my shit nigga, fly nigga

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics

Part I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

Soulja Boy – Bankroll (Big Soulja Album)

[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics

Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…

Future – Hallucinating (Hndrxx Album)

Astronaut
Yeah yeah

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

I could turn a stripper to a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s a PETA
Shawty light the gun like Bonita
Rock stars goin’ like the Beatles
I took Styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones when you greet me
Got a bitch waiting in the lounge
I done have to move a few pounds

Looking at my chain don’t drown, and put the diamonds in the mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I was kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

Looking at my chain don’t drown
And I put the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

It’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
I ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo’d off my motor
I was pushin’ boulders
I gave you some closure when I bought the Rover

Booba – A3 (Autopsie 0 Album)

[Couplet unique]
Je ne fais pas partie du troupeau, j’égorge les gardes-champêtre
Prends les armes avec moi si t’es mon poto
Animal galeux j’vais pas chez le docteur je vais chez le véto
J’ai les couilles en or j’passe pas les détecteurs de métaux
Sans le génie le sport, l’argent facile, c’était mon ghetto
Jamais je ne me plierai, jamais je ne serai un bon négro
Enculé je vais te fumer, j’vais prendre 10 piges, je serai plus le king de la city
Énervé dans le 92 izi car fouetté dans le Mississipi
Pimp mon gamos chez Xzibit, suce moi la bite sans faire d’chichis
B2OBA, on s’embrouille là-bas je t’enterre ici
Lunatic depuis la naissance, sisi
Avec du sang d’esclave j’écris cette missive, mon blase gravé sur le missile
Tant que j’serai sur la piste, rapper sera un métier à haut risques
Essaye d’accorder tes choristes au chant d’une météorite
Hey ho de quoi tu parles ? C’est violent depuis le préau
Big boss, je tire les pénos, Rolls Royce je fais des créneaux
C’est K.O.2.P. qui joue, pourquoi tu demandes "c’est qui qui mène ?" ?
Négro est-ce moi qui aime l’oseille ou lui qui m’aime ?
Il m’en a fallu, il m’en faut, il m’en faudra
Pour pas rouler en Skoda, ne pas décevoir maître Yoda
Descendant de terres d’Afrique, quand je baise ça sent le musc
Cerveau en très bon état, 95 kilos de muscles

Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics

Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
Playboi Carti lyrics
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Future – Hallucinating Lyrics

[Intro]
Astronaut
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 1]
I could turn a stripper into a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s PETA
Shot might be gone up a needle
Rockstar goin’ like the Beatles
I took styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones with engravin’
Got a bitch waitin’ in the lounge
I’d have to move a few pounds

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 2]
All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I’ve been kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Outro]
Guess it’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
They ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo on my motor
I’ll push ’em boulders
I gave you some closure, been about the Rover

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

LUPE FIASCO – Tranquilo lyrics

Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Lupe Fiasco – Tranquillo (feat. Rick Ross & Big K.R.I.T.)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga