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[Verse 1]
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah)
Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves?
But compared to me, look like he wear two left shoes (Uh)
Boy, I treat them lil’ virgins like the restroom
Take my hand and dance with the devil (Yeah)
Oh, boy, you in trouble, rattled the lion cage
Hope God strikes you down while you’re prayin’ on stage (Uh)
Jit at your burial, smoke squares at your grave
Then repent for my sins like, “God, I’m saved” (Alright)
He always forgive, later on, I forget
I had my fingers crossed, so I’m back on that shit
Catch another body ‘fore the song get mixed
The bullets is the lyrics, turn the rapper to a spirit (Yeah)
Singin’ with the angels, nigga long gone
Your song’s like bitch, a belly long, wear the thong wrong (Uh)
Nigga, I’m the wrong one to run on
My balls on her Kit-Kat, now she playin’ ping-pong (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Listen here, Little Richard, I don’t know what got into you
Did more for the game than you (Yeah)
That’s why I had to cut into ya, ya need to be checked
Lil’ niggas need to learn some respect (Alright)
When your show’s like the Rockettes, with some majorettes
Gimme a mic, and a DJ, and I’m set (Yeah)
‘Cause these bars on deck, ain’t gotta shake my ass
You the real definition of “ants in your pants”
Got a son, lil’ niggas, no child support (Yeah)
Sorta like the Bad Boys up against Jordan
But, nigga, you ain’t scorin’, not on me
Wrote this one on one knee, R.I.P. to P (Damn)
Taught me to keep it real, stand on my own (Yeah)
If I got you, rock a nigga brain with his nose bone
No time for the gimmicks (Yeah)
And I ain’t gotta lie when I say I’m independent (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas (Yeah)
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Damn)

[Outro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Alright)
(Damn)

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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah
Kio, Kio
Yeah, yeah, oh
Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 1]
I’m never hot ’cause I got a lot of fans
Best fans, Tecca stans
Sold out stands, Tecca stans
DSR, FaZe Clan
I don’t gotta flex, ’cause I know I’m the man
I got a bad lil’ eater
Don’t know her, call her señorita
McDonald’s, can’t five star feed her (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 2]
Run up the girl, had to run it up, baby
German lil’ shawty, she ride a Mercedes
I get the drip, I’m drippin’ on the daily
He talkin’ on ‘Gram but, no, he can’t face me
His bitch can Face me, bitch can taste me
Laced the nigga, gave him rabies
Ketamine, I got lazy
Blue, yellow, Jordan, Lanies

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Outro]
Uh
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
Teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time the mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to ride ’round all reckless

[Verse 1]
Stolen ‘peds, that’s Geely and Vespas
And the feds called my broski restless
Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
And everybody ’round me rowdy
I walk in, tell the jeweler, “Wow me”
If you’re talkin’ ’bout P’s just ‘low me
19, I put 19 on an Audi
I’ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
And the chest and back both bouncy
Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting
Say that man got something in common
‘Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
If you see him at a drink, cut parking
Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G’s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting’s all love and hate, ’cause a lot of man love to hate
My young G done draws and eights
Now he’s cuttin’ through bricks like the 1-1-8
And I ain’t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal
How you gassed off a note that’s purple?
Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
Two men and an angry murk
That’s war wit’ a German, Winston Churchill
It’s mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to roll ’round all stupid

[Verse 2]
Mitcham Lane, that’s Streatham and Tooting
I’m in East tryna link my girl
‘Cause I’ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
Man are dead or in jail, that’s useless
Tell a yute, “If you’ve got a brain, then use it”
Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
And I’m still tryna tell man, “Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz”
When you’re tryna make it out the ends
Friends of enemies are enemies
And enemies of enemies are friends
Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
Tell the dealer, “Need a bigger litre”
He told me he’s on me when he sees me
I barely remember why we’re beefin’

[Chorus]
But I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I’ve got peng tings givin’ me stress
Nudes in the message, put in an effort
But I don’t need a me and you
Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah

[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw

[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan

[Verse 1]
I’m like woah, I’m like woah
I want you, yeah you know
That’s for sure, that’s for sure
I seen you at the door
I’m like woah, “who are you?”
You so pretty, yeah you know
I’m like woah, get a clue
Yeah I want you as my own
I’m like woah
I see you ballin’ baby
I see you ballin’ baby
I’m like ayy, I don’t do no talkin’ baby
I’m like ayy, you know you offin’ baby
Yeah you know that you offin’ baby
Yeah you hate me [?]
You know that you so gorgeous
I’ve been [?]
I would tell you the future, but I’m not trying to spoil it

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like, ayy
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like, ayy

[Verse 2]
You know, you know you ballin’
Your phone, you know I’m callin’
In love with you, I’m fallin’
I want to give you all me
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you gorgeous
I wanna see you in the mornin’
I’m like woah, I wanna hold you in the rain when it’s pourin’
I’m like woah, I wanna take you on the road when I’m tourin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you know that you’re scorin’
You know that you ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Wanna see you in the mornin’
You know that [?] take on tour
I wanna see you in the mornin’
You are so gorgeous

[Outro]
I’m like woah
I’m like woah, ayy
I can’t let you go
I’ma hold you close, ayy, ayy
I’m like woah

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro

[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’?
My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

(feat. Kanye West)

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Quarter million, switchin’ lanes… that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing… that part
405 with the gun off safe… that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Bitch up on the Q’s your fate
Style on top of style, nigga
Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been doggin’ different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back with the top in it
Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin’ backflips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out ’til you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

[Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q]
Few million made and still ain’t changed… that part
Me, my girl got matchin’ bling… that part
I’ma get so blowed, I’ma lose my brain… that part
Me and Ab-Soul only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper that stand the fire too
I put your uzi down beside you

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part
That part
That part

[Outro: Kanye West]
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
Ain’t say shit, nigga
You was listenin’ close though
You was listenin’ to hoes though
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the ‘Go
Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go
I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I got a girl
But you still want me
Why you want me if I got a girl
The feeling is wrong
But wrong feels so right now
And I been being to nice yeah
And I just missed my flight yeah
And I was with my side girl

[Chorus]
This weekend
And I just do my wife for the week day
Make you feel alright every week day
But she want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a week day
Make you feel alright every week day
Or make you loose your mind on the week day
She want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a

[Verse 2]
Look
I ain’t a player I’m just saying when a
Player nigga really be scorin’
And when I play it be something like Jordan
Yeah
Maybe because I got 6 rings on
Lil bitch this ain’t no mother fucking theme song
You know I pop pills [?]
I know they wanna catch me slipping
But it ain’t worth it
And I be tranna do it all
But I ain’t perfect
And I don’t want no goofy niggas in my damn circle
Fuck it ima quit rapping if the band working
And even though I been rolling with the same niggas
I started noticing I ain’t the same nigga
I started wearing more watches wearing more rings nigga
Yeah shoot out the money can’t really change niggas
Yeah, and I come through Christians on my feet
Girl we gonna leave together
And I know you gonna keep it G who you gonna need forever
Girl you know that I get a lotta
Money but that’s nothing
Girl you know how I feel about ya
It’s hard to show you that I care about ya
If it come down to it I’ll probably do a drill ’bout ya

[Outro]
Mm
Mm mm mm mm

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

[Verse 1: Lauren]
I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kind of situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

[Pre-Chorus: Dinah]
When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren & Normani]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 2: Normani]
You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake (cake, cake)
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth that wait

[Pre-Chorus: Ally & Lauren]
When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, ayy

[Chorus: Lauren, Normani & Gucci Mane]
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (it’s Gucci)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cell is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make a man feel like he won a trophy

[Chorus: Lauren + Normani & (Lauren) & (Ally) & (Normani) & (Dinah)]
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down
(I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down,) down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (Imma love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
(Long as you’re holding me down,) down, down (yeah)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you (down, down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (Long as you’re lovin’ me boy)

[Outro: Lauren]
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Washing out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I’m asked to
I’m really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn’t work, the chain doesn’t work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I’m laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin’ pills and poppin’ percs
And got some weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan’s on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I’m tryna find God through a purchase, I’m not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to serve, I only think about myself, I only think about my work
I only think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so numb

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper + Macklemore]
I cry when she smile with her eyes closed
I’m already afraid of tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can’t forget it
It’s fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don’t make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don’t need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won’t be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I’m running with a pair of scissors
Looking in the mirror like, “Damn that ain’t my dad, is it?”
He handed the torch but he ain’t hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, mini-midis
In-ears and CDs, I put the indie in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Yeezy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn’t no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over night

[Hook: Macklemore & Chance The Rapper]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

[Instrumental break]

[Outro: Macklemore]
I’ma tell you what you need to know
I’ma tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth would be…okay

World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
It was all a dream
Used to read word up magazine biggies thang
Nǐ hé wǒ dū kěyǐ
Wǒ fēijī fēi dào mǎdélǐ
Wǒ kāikǒu jiùshì zhìmìng yī jī
Wǒ kāikǒu nǐ yǐ zuòyǐdàibì
Ráoshé dàizhe xuánlǜ nǐ shuō 666
Ayo I invented this flow 66
The world be the kitchen
I be the chef cookin the oven steph curry them refs
No pain no gain rain the trey
Fall back and fade away triple team mvp
Call me the legacy
Wǒ chūmén yào sīrén fēijī
Chūmén yào dài rolies bvlgaris
Shōucáng de jordan zuì hǎo hézuò supreme
Only f**k with mother f**kers on the first team
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē
Nǐ shǎ dào kàn bù chū wǒ de shílì
Kàn bù chū zhōngguó zài bāng nǐ juéqǐ
Nǐ yǐwéi zìjǐ bèi táotài wěiqu
Kàn bù chū rùwéi zhě gèng yǒu shílì
Kàn nǐ zhàn zài zhèlǐ diss diss chǒulòu múyàng
Yǎngài bùliǎo nǐ nèixīn rén mó gǒu yàng
Rollin eyes rollin dies doubt me twice popped me nice
And I knew to get back at once that my dream no one can slice
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Xǐnǎo de xuánlǜ xiàng zhè qīngpén dàyǔ
Wǒ xiězhe qíngxù
Wǒ xiōngdì yìqì
Qǐng nǐmen kàn xì
Wǒmen tài duō huǒlì wǒmen dàibiǎo holy
Nǐ bù bèi kǎolǜ
Don’t fk with my s**t
Wǒ liànzi bù xián duō wǒ zhōngdiǎn cóng bù tuō
Yǒu yíhàn bùyòng shuō kàn shéi bǎ nǐ dài huǒ
Carry
World wide tour yayayaya yaya
Kàn shénme 6 nǐ hé wǒ zǒu yī bō
Xiōngdì yìqì wǒmen de crew bù tài jiǎng dàolǐ
Only on me know
Wǒ de flow cónglái dōu bàolì
Dōu shì yīgè mèngxiǎng dōu shì yīgè múyàng
Big house big dreams
Wǒ hé nǐ dōu yīyàng
Shéi yòu bù xīwàng yǒu mula nàme duō
Shéi yòu bùxiǎng měitiān chūmén kāi pǎochē

[Verse 1]
I’ve been looking for a reason
To have you in my arms
Where you wanna be
Never had a woman so good
Glad to have you right where you wanna be

[Pre-Chorus]
Talking ’til the morning we don’t need any sleep
I hate it when you go to work
Laying ’til the sun down it feel like a dream
I hate it when we go to work
You should be here

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Verse 2]
You’ve been looking for a reason
To have me in your arms
Where I wanna be
Give you what you need and no more
Glad to have you right
Where you wanna be

[Pre-Chorus]
Talking ’til the morning we don’t need any sleep
I hate it when you go to work
Laying ’til the sun down it feel like a dream
I hate it when we go to work
You should be here

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Verse 3]
You know this ain’t rocket science
Get what you got coming to ya
I know what you like
You know that I’mma keep it coming uh
Something ’bout this Moët got you in the mood
Say you got a situation
Tell that other guy to move

Easy, I may have to call in work, girl
How I’m (s’)posed to lay this work, girl
This shit way too good to function
I’m like Jordan when it’s crunch time
We at Nobu when it’s lunch time
I’mma get up out your way, girl
But only if we spending some time, sometimes

[Chorus]
Baby, Baby, I
Doing what feels right
Baby, Baby, now
Tell me what you wanna say
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Outro]
Show me how you
Show me how you feeling, babe
Show me how you feeling, babe

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, twenty-three
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans (yeah)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (yeah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yeah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines
I’mma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yeah)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla, all white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, f*cked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
She slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You in ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, f*ck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your sh*t rockless, my sh*t hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
Bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

[Intro: O’Shaunesy Harley & Lil Uzi Vert]
…because it’s the last ride ever gonna, that I’m ever gonna take at Astroworld
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, they thought we were soft, boy you learned the hard way
Not with all the talkin’, turned it to a closed case
Look, bullets got duller, and it’s vanilla
All white, that Plain Jane, yeah
The Rolls goin’ better, hundred or better
I took the money and flooded my bezel
You diamond to rock, computed the setting
VVS diamonds, they pop just like kettle
I popped a molly to get on my level
Rockin’ that Ricky and Raf, here my sweater
Yeah, Patek Philippe, it cloudy like Heaven
Met her at 10, fucked that girl at 11
Fake diamonds in your Rollie, how you reckon?
Diamond tester, nigga, you better check it, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
On the south side of town gettin’ me a bald fade (yeah)
Pass her some stuff, we can down it all, take (it’s lit)
No can’t trust her, she gon’ leave us all laced (laced)
Bust a bankroll in the club, where’s Chase? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like woah (yeah, yeah, alright)
Yeah they really want my soul (yeah)
That can never go (straight up)
Angel in the snow (what?)
Always leave me cold (iced)
Leave it on the floor (what?)
But she’s slidin’ from the pole like woah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on speed
You and ivory is all I need (skrrt)
All agree, we gon’ skip the tees, go bare like trees (trees)
It’s stuck in heat, we go with the dawgs and then we flee
Way this summer goin’ I might start my summer leave
Every young nigga get a check and get a team
Yeah, man’s on the front line ’cause man’s on his deen
No small faces, it’s just an AP beamin’

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Lil Uzi Vert]
Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh
That’s a small face, uh, this a big face, uh
She can’t see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah)
Gettin’ bored with this money, count it all day

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Look at my Rollie, look at your Rollie
Your shit rockless, my shit hockey goalie
You should gon’ hide it, man it’s too bad
Like a bald nigga still wearin’ du-rags, ha
Israeli guards, boy please be mindful
Don’t have words with me ’cause I got a mind full
I could tell Larry David was the mind behind Seinfeld
Wanna know how I feel? Step into my minefield
Wanna know how pain feels? I got off my main pills
Bet my wifey stay close, she know I’m on my Bezos
Opioid addiction, pharmacy’s the real trap
Sometimes I feel trapped, Jordan with no Phil Jack
One year it’s Illuminati, next year it’s the Sunken Place
They don’t want me to change, nah, nigga run in place
I need someone else to make this drink, because
You don’t understand the juice to vodka ratio
That could satisfy a real drunk, guess what?
Never trust a bartender that don’t drink, bitch

[Outro: Kylie Jenner]
We got bust down Rollies, bust down Rollies
And I told him I wanted to have a bust down baby

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, "You funny"
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
How do I live this sort of life
Pop champagne getting poured all night
I don’t want none of these niggas inside
Getting geeked up with a foreign dyke

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
Bitch from the hills name Lauren
[?]
And she don’t like no
Tryna be everywhere I go
Acting like she fell in love
I just took off like a dub
Shawty salty than a mug
But I just ran out of fucks
Yeaaah, you know I got it
Touching on my body
You acting naughty
I like em naughty
That extra sloppy
That ain’t gon’ stop

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Verse 2]
That bitch from the hood name Keisha
Brown skin and she look like Issa
[?] when I paint her face she look like Mona Lisa
Break down and roll my reefer
I want my cake and eat it
We do this every weekend
No pipe but shawty leaking
Well, you know I got it
Touching on my body
Is that your hobby?

[Hook]
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
Bitch get naked in a foreign
She whip me eggs in the mornin’
Retro 1’s with the orange
Bitch get naked in a foreign
Bitch get head in my Jordan’s
She whip me eggs in the mornin’

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 1]
Look at them
Uh
How to make it in America
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
Less money, less options, lot of rules
So when that first deal came it was opportune
And shawty got potential, I scout that
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
God damn girl you know that he average
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Verse 2]
New money
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
I’m like, “You funny”
Laughing at my haters like, “You dummies”
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’
Look, I’m very important
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
Table dancing in South Hampton
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
God damn girl you know I’m a savage

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Bridge]
Another day in the U.S.A
Just another day in America
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
The system set us up for failure
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Then invest in black businesses
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
But it can’t break our spirit

[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
I’m the American dream
We the American dream
New money, no class
Look at them

[Intro: DJ Teknikz & 2 Chainz]
See, we stacked down ’til we came up
And the same niggas we used to look up to
Now break bread with a nigga
Haha, Teknikz the muhfuckin’ DJ! Talk to em, Tit!
‘Member in school?
Teacher asked me what I want to be when I grow up, you know
You know, what I look up to
I told her I wanted to be the muhfuckin’ dopeman, you feel me?

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (okay!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
As a young nigga, seen ‘em getting to the money
Told my mama, “One day I’ma be one of ‘em”
So many court dates, I’m damn near gone Sundays
Back in the day when ya safe was ya undies
And I can’t complain, I’m tryna take a plane to Onyx
Yeah I’m fly wit ya woman, I get high wit ya woman
They really can’t rap so these niggas started humming
As soon as they did, 12 start coming
You hear them drums? Give the drummer some
Nah (nah) for real, you need to give Drumma some
I looked up to the hustlas in the foreign cars
Who got that strong, Superman, that dun-ta-dun

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (yeah!)
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model (2 Chainz!)
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley (okay)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m problematic, problem with the automatic
Close-knit shit, cut from a different fabric
Very necessary, d-boys are legendary
My Pops hustled, so do I, it’s hereditary
These niggas acting like girls, Tyler Perry stuff
Wanna get with me, I tell ‘em, “Neveruary 31st”
Under drugs, it was upstairs, say all I talk about
Is Gucci shoes, but I got more than one pair
One scale, two bales, and a cell phone
Give me two weeks, I turn this shit into the Velvet Room
Velvet rope, red carpet, inhaling smoke
Imagine getting awards just for selling dope

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Sip lean up, we drink out the gold bottles
New Vogues on Lacs like the old models
Wet paint, big feet, make it more hard
Came out the hood from a broken family
The streets was my teacher, they showed me no amnesty
Courts start attacking me, on top of that they adding fees
Stack cheese to stay up, but more important is lawyer fees
Coach said I was a point guard
But I’m posted up on the block and I go hard
Skills of a big man, nah, I’m a dope boy
Big bomb in the bushes, pistol in my ho car

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Buy everybody in this bitch they own bottles
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
The dopeman my muhfuckin’ role model
Not Tyson, not Jordan, not Charles Barkley

[Intro]
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Proper-talking, bitch

[Hook]
A nigga got pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Verse]
Jordan number five, Gucci man, I’m still alive (whoa)
Domino, vamanos, pull up with a pie (domo)
Middle finger with the five, fuck the GBI (fuck ’em)
Mississippi, country nigga, crooked letter I (sip)
Matty with the eye, call me Patty with the pies (Patty)
I’m comin’ ov’, on the stove, look like I’m whippin’ rocks (skrrt)
Fuck her lookin in her eye, then I tell a lie
I’m leaving now, don’t tell her why, I just tell her “Bye” (bye)
Club full of side-hoes, giving the side-eye (side)
Pull up murk the parking lot, call it a drive-by (grrah)
She tired of the small-fry, she want the big guy (s’Gucci)
It’s a lot of niggas snitchin’, lot of niggas telling lies (liar)

[Hook]
A nigga got a pregnant, he was dickriding so much
The word around town is this nigga six months (huh?)
She ain’t really pretty, she just Instagram stuntin’
Fake proper-talking, bitch be like “Please pass the Backwood” (what?)
Trap boy Jack, I get the pack and run it back
What they say ’bout Guwop, stop the trap-shit, run it back
Big bro was a good boy, he sacked the quarterback
But I was just a hood-boy, bricks in my culdesac (brick)

[Intro]
Oh, y’all ain’t know this was a NickFRSH beat?
Don
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s JSDG with another banger
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
What?
Bitch
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Dirty cops pull you over, no ‘parent reason
Said they found a gun, but they ain’t tell us where they seen it
I know all my rights and they ain’t even care to read it
I got paid lawyers, you know I’m prepared to beat it
I always look like Neimans it’s a outlet in the projects
Where you get those truthly, I just found that in the closet
You heard about them Jordan’s that ain’t out yet, but I got it
You heard about them foreigns, they be jumpin’ in and out it
I just Piru the interior
This is go cruise through the area
This is getting spooky and scarier
They tryna shoot the superior
I live on the edge for the thrill
That’s why I move like the senator
My bitch got red on the heels
She told me them Louboutins is killin’ her
I’m goin’ head over heels
I needed a prayer, I recruited a minister
I’m mixin’ red with the pills
I pop out and hop out the coupe with Dillinger
I can’t afford to get caught with the steal, they tryna turn Q to a prisoner
I’m with my hitter, I told him to chill ’cause he was perusing on drillin’ ya

[Outro]
Never sell crack where yo’ momma rest at
When them people at her door I bet you gon’ regret that
Crackers wanna see my career take a setback
Can’t stop a nigga ballin’, Harden with the step back
Bitch
Bitch
Step back
Yeah
Never
So step back
Yeah, yeah
I’m hearin’ rumors and gossip
Huh?
Niggas can’t stop me, nigga
Yeah
Untouchable, nigga
Don
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback

[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? me?
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

[Chorus (Sampled)]
Gimme that [?] right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (We do it right now), right now
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Yo
Normally spit ice cold, three-thousand [?] below
Opposite [?], niggas don’t feel me doe
Back in it, two molars to kill ’em, I’m ill: cobra
I’m sittin’ [?] shit [?] yo, it’s so over
Blue Ivy Carter, Deshaun became a pop
Like daughter they say the flow of Hova is beautiful
I’m killer, my nigga, rigamortus like K. Dot
My Jeremy Lin flow, yo, I stepped in the game hot
They [?] to me, over on Blake Griffin
I ball so hard, couldn’t find me [?] you niggas
Been awaitin’ mine, witnessin’ real proof
[?] been over like that too

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Gimme that [?] right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
Yo
Saturday-Sunday flow, that’s how the week end
Lines remind you of waitin’ shoppin’ for Jordan 10’s
Anxious for my release, rap is the real deal
D’Angelo naked truth [?] drugs how it really feel
Gettin’ ’em sky high, stuck in my flow still
Rushin’ my patience gon’ have me rushin’ patients I kill
To E.R., more liquor for my homies, my nigga
[?] we catch ya attention like Aston
Martin’s driven in places niggas can’t afford them
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent [?] the acronym
[?] I represent (we gon’ do it right now)
Yo, [?] I’m holdin’ my weight
Don’t worry ’bout niggas, flow’ll take care of ’em: Drake
Lost in the party life, feeling eighteen again
Reason for wylin’ tonight but give me another sin
Killin’ these niggas off, exposin’ they spines
Niggas backed [?] half of these niggas can’t rhyme (yo)
Just speaking the truth, ain’t no fuckin’ with mine
Yo, [?] and right now is the time

[Pre-Chorus: Rapsody]
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)
We do it (we do it, we do it)

[Chorus: Rapsody & Samples]
(We gon’ do it right now), [?], we did it right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), right now
Right now (we gon’ do it right now), [?]
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)
We do it right now (now, now)
We gon’ do it right now (now, now)

It’s Gucci
Fifth Harmony

I need somebody with some patience
‘Cause you know I got a temperament
And yeah, you got a reputation
Nothin’ that a little love can’t fix
There ain’t no kinda situation
Where I wouldn’t cross a line for you
FBI interrogation
I would get up there and lie for you

When push come to shove
You show me love
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

You the type that I could bake for (bake for)
‘Cause baby, you know how to take that cake
And I’m the only one you wait for
‘Cause baby, you know that I’m worth the wait

When push come to shove
You show me love (you show me love)
When push come to shove, aye

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

It’s like Bonnie and Clyde just walked in
A gangster and his bride just walked in
We on the same team and we ballin’
Got me showin’ off my ring like I’m Jordan
And I’mma hold you down like you hold me
And I’ll never tell a soul what you told me
When I was sittin’ in the cells is when you showed me
It takes a real one to put up with the old me
That’s why you in the coupe with the low seat
That’s why we at the game on the floor seats
My diamond that they seein’ from the nosebleeds
You make ’em mad, feel like you won a trophy

Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (love you down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (down, down, down)
Long as you’re holding me down, down, down (I’m gon’ love you down)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you down, down, down (long as you’re lovin’ me, boy)
I’m gon’ keep lovin’ you

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