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[Chorus]
I’ve been on top for a while (Top for a while)
NASA shippin’ to the moon
Fast car make vroom, vroom, vroom
Take her to The Boom Boom Room
I’m a visionary, I got these niggas scary, hmm
Bought a big Patek with a brand new wrist setting, hmm
Inside the new Maybach coupe peanut butter, jelly, mm
I’ma slide in the Rolls, slide in the Lamb, slide in the Benz
Been workin’ on my confidence
And respect, I get a lot of it
I don’t ever mean to contradict
If it’s up then it’s up with us

[Verse]
Tell ’em pour another cup with us (Pour that, pour that)
Even my brother sippin’ mud with me
My bitch is a ten, my jet in the wind, I fought just to win
My dawg just caught another body, now he poppin’ Xannies again
Caught his ass slippin’ at the cul-de-sac
Slidin’ on the opps, playin’ toe tag (Tag)
Just in Miami, I was chillin where the Zoes at
In the Rolls Royce, I don’t need the LoJack
Keep the forty-five I had to hold it (Hold it)
Gotta ride with it ’cause I’m chosen
I just pulled up on Lamby-Lamb
Playin’ dice with Mustard, bet it on the four-to-ten
I remember wonderin’ when I’m gon’ eat
Pull up the Bentley with no key

[Chorus]
I’ve been on top for a while (Top for a while)
NASA shippin’ to the moon
Fast car make vroom, vroom, vroom
Take her to The Boom Boom Room
I’m a visionary, I got these niggas scary, hmm
Bought a big Patek with a brand new wrist setting, hmm
Inside the new Maybach coupe peanut butter, jelly, mm
I’ma slide in the Rolls, slide in the Lamb, slide in the Benz
Been workin’ on my confidence
And respect, I get a lot of it
I don’t ever mean to contradict
If it’s up then it’s up with us

[Bridge]
The mud, sippin’ on mud
Niggas talkin’ shit but they never ever knew us

[Chorus]
I’ve been on top for a while (Top for a while)
NASA shippin’ to the moon
Fast car make vroom, vroom, vroom
Take her to The Boom Boom Room
I’m a visionary, I got these niggas scary, hmm
Bought a big Patek with a brand new wrist setting, hmm
Inside the new Maybach coupe peanut butter, jelly, mm
I’ma slide in the Rolls, slide in the Lamb, slide in the Benz
Been workin’ on my confidence
And respect, I get a lot of it
I don’t ever mean to contradict
If it’s up then it’s up with us

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 1]
Late night, I’ve been cruisin’ down the interstate
Late night, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of niggas hate
Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
If he talkin’ out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
I can’t let no niggas mock my name
Especially when these lil’ niggas see me as reputable
And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
I talk to him, my brother ‘nem, he on the same thang
We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
She had this dick on her noseplate

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
See my niggas in the hearse, havin’ nightmares in church
Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
Don’t give no opps hope
I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Summer reign
Let’s let the top down
H Money
Convertible music

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh)
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music)
I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours
Gucci shopping bags, I stuff ’em in the 4×4’s
Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill ’em, no remorse
Kill the lights, let’s light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy)
Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I’ll enjoy (Ah)
What you talkin’ not a problem ’cause I handle yours
50 stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha)
Lickin’ on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Huh)
Threw Belaire bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes)
When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
Never slippin’ but the difference is the all above

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Huh)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes
Playing in your weave before I spark my weed
Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats
Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys
New hairdo, she do it big, the stack just for the wig
Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist
Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh)
A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss
Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes
Wanna see you shine, that’s if we win or lose
Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah)
We pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True)
Move you to Miami, that’s how gangsters play (Boss)
Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day
Time is money, and it’s been a minute now
She a centerfold, every night I pin it down

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down)
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah)
We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah)
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Baby)

[Outro: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, baby
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me

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[Intro]
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E.  League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music

[Verse 1]
Yo,  watchin’ Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For  every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin’ M.A.G.A. hats
Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin’ with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin’ out the trunk, chargin’ 20 a bird
Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
Pray  you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin’ to see me like a movie premiere
Dope boys show me love just for keepin’ it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I’d rather keep ’em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin’ women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at?
Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I’m into sports, I think I really need a team

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga

[Verse 2]
I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin’ with these seizures
Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season
Go to hell and that’s exactly where I’m going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni
Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on ’em
Feel the military for artists when they wanna’ beef
I’m the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck ’em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin’ time, I set a mind for correctional officers
Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
2000 on the seats, a hunnid G’s just for the verse
Go and get it just to give it to the inner city
20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City
Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove
Murder one, you fuckin’ other niggas murder mo’
Boobie boys, ya’ll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
So many niggas out here singin’ songs
That’s why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron

[Verse 3]
Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin’, Benny Medina, yeah, it’s J-Lo (Hola)
Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it’s destiny
Eatin’ with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree
Mink coats, it’s time to drag them bitches to the floor
All my bitches tap my name, I gotta’ feed ’em all
Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off
The biggest blow I ever felt, that’s from the biggest boss
Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it’s Crip
Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, ’cause it’s hit or miss
Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch
Now it’s Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin’, fuck the Coast
For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin’, I pray it never run it’s course
Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin’ off
Ah, I catch my breath, and holler “Batter’s up”
I get the money, ’cause the stats they never mattered much
M.V.P. I’m from the league where niggas tattle much
Testify on your right hand, put ’em in a Camel Clutch
Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach
Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
Facts, I’m well connected in this city life
We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights
Gave me a brick until I asked him “What would twenty like?”
On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
(Win, lose draw)

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[Chrous]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
[verse 1]
She dont got no choice she resort to the beans oh
Every day she lives and die for beans oh
New drug dealer whats his innn fooo
Her plus heartbreak equals xans
Need a new equation she gonna die trynna do the math
Suicidal tendency she hopin that they end it fast

Fit it all in a Fendi bag
She don’t even smoke the gas
She been sleep for three days
Cutting up missing class teacher called asked whats wrong slurring back you say he gone
Running up out of diamonds you look down at your dresser
You see an 8 ball of all pure Columbian pleasure
It was left by that dude you tried to fuck to forget me
You snort a line of hella perk to see which one is better
Walking around in your mind picking up my belongings
I got a lot of shit here its been taking forever
Walking around in your heart with some fuel and some fire
The same fire tatted on me heart destroyer forever goodbye
[Chorus]
Hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
Aww she balling out her eyes from the bench
She don’t got not choice she resorts to the gossip
[Verse 2]
Always in my business
Wondering what I’m sipping
En-now I’m living
A lot of things are different
You not being here is what I was missing
Feel like I’m in a heaven house
Still pour up in a Hell’s Kitchen
In Chicago making heartbreak songs eating on some hell’s chicken

Miami calling me oh oh those calls im missin
Im calling the ambulance oh oh the thotty you was sickein sickein(sicknin)
Trippin sip sippin 3 6 in a cup like its memphis
Oh I’m drippin new girl got hoes she pimpin
We got we share em get it make her eat you out bitch get it
Lets hope that she been on my mind quit it
Unlike her, I know how to mind business

Oh oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rocka bye baby ARE YOU ready to die
[Chorus]
Oh hope my lullabies get under her skin
Like the itch from the perks on the bench
She balling out her eyes from the bench
She tells me that shell never play love games again
Wo ohhh my lullabies get under her sky
Shes ballin her eyes out from the bench
She dont got no choice she resorts to the

Oh oh lullabies in your dome spread insanity through your soul
Rock a bye baby are you ready to die

Lullabies in your dome spread insanity thorugh your soul
Rocka bye baby are you ready to die die die

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[Intro]
You know, being from Dade County
We do the fly shit naturally, man
We do the stuntin’ shit naturally, why?
Huh, ’cause we blendin’ in with the environment man, haha
Ayy
FnZ
Oh damn
South Florida might the most beautifulest place in the land, homie
Look at all these bad bitches
How can you not ride with one in the drop?
How can you not catch a stunt in the most perfectest weather the Earth’s got?

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
A real-ass nigga from the 305
I was raised off of Trina, Trick, Rick, and Plies
When it comes to that green shit, I am anti
‘Cause I’d rather see a man live than a man die
Run down or you run track, oh, that boy cat
Get the gat, make it go brrat, leave that boy flat
All black, make the back block look like Baghdad
Play the track, it’s a special way I fold my flag, uh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Hear the bass down the block ’cause the trunk keep knockin’
Got them bushidō blades ’cause the rims keep choppin’
UM for the swag to get Miami poppin’
You could smoke a lil’ weed long as you ain’t flockin’
Put Dade on the map, gotta stay with a strap
Stay away from a roach ’cause they raidin’ the trap
I’m the Raiden of rap when they tell that boy, “Finish him”
It’s nothin’ but fatalities, them crackers gon’ sentence ’em, huh

[Chorus: Ice Billion Berg]
Pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
Somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh
I got a pocket full of money, and my teeth glitter
It’s somethin’ ’bout bein’ a trill ass nigga
I’m so fresh
I’m so fresh

[Outro]
It depends on if the bitches feel like playin’ today
But you know they always with it, Curry, hah
Ayy, I’m out this bitch, man, Yayo

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[Intro]
I ain’t even gon’ lie, like
This shit hard tryna repair the trust and shit
When I was all in your face, why you ain’t say it then?
Wait ’til I leave to send texts and shit

[Chorus]
Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)

[Verse]
What this is? What we doin’?
All of this arguing, I can’t do it
One day you love me, the next day you through with me
Tellin’ your friend the shit you gon’ do with me
You was my rider, holding it down
You was my queen, gave you the crown (True)
When I get back, we can sit down (Why?)
Ain’t tryna deal with this shit right now (No, hey)
I was ridin’ one night, thinkin’ ’bout that shit you said (Said)
I just looked at your text message, left your shit on read (What it say?)
You just want me in rotation, playin’ with my head (What else?)
And you always tryna hide me, ain’t no Easter egg (Ain’t April)
Disrespectful ho, this bitch that we go back and forth (Forth)
Then after that we suckin’, fuckin’, lovin’, makin’ noise (Ugh)
I let you push the Wraith around because what’s mine is yours (Straight up)
Sometimes we don’t get along, this shit feel like a chore (I don’t like it)
I swear you the trillest, I don’t know no other
Show me you with me and ride like a shuttle
I put the dick on you and eat you like supper
I hold up your legs and I spread ’em like butter (Ugh, I cut her)
Yeah, tell me, just what is we doin’? (Huh?)
I been through some shit, man, I’m ruined (I am)
I’ll deal with this when I’m not touring (Ooh)
Rollin’ up loud, my head in the clouds (Head in the air, thinkin’ ’bout shit)
Like property, feel like I’m lost and I’m found (It feel like I’m off and I’m on with you)
I kept evolving, you ain’t grow (No)
Hoes will go when you say no (So)
When I’m sleep, you scroll and post
You doin’ too much, now you doin’ the most
Flew you to Cali, out to Miami
When you get home, back unhappy (Crazy)
Now you lurkin’, lookin’ for shit
Tried to slap me, now we jackin’
Leaving is easier said than done
Didn’t wanna seem like I left you for dead
I knew you would let that shit go to your head
And say that I changed for the bread
Swear I’m playin’ under you with another bitch, man, look, stop it
Comin’ like I’m gon’ against the grain, tellin’ me that I’m oppin’
Lettin’ emotions get the best of you when you know how I’m rockin’
Go through way more bad than good, how we let this shit get toxic?

[Chorus]
Never know how you feelin’, want me to guess it (Want me to guess it)
How we go from fighting and yelling to sexing? (Can you tell me?)
Can’t leave you ‘lone, I’m obsession ’bout your complexion (How you coming)
But like bad service on FaceTime, got poor connection (Poor connection)

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[Intro]
We’re laying in bed
I lock eyes, our eyes lock

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Verse 1]
I’m of the percs, you don’t condone it
You say it makes me act atrocious
But I can’t stand life when i’m sober
Take my heart, I’ll hand it over
6 months in it gets colder, I don’t want us to be over
Let’s make love until we die, and let’s fuck til we slumpt over
Be my first date, I know you hate to see my bleed
I don’t deserve your love, I tend to fuck up everything
It feels like i’m not enough, ‘nough, ‘nough, ‘nough
This a conversation, not a love song

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Verse 2]
I wanna know, is it gonna be forever or temporary?
If you leave it’ll hurt, keep the tissue ready
Got the drugs on the table, I’m ready
Put Rick on your slippers, no Cinderella
Remember when you went to the fortune teller
She told you we need each other
Ha, what if she’s trippin’, i’m just kidding
Back to the main focus, I think that you’re gorgeous
You love the way that I stroke it, signing my name on your neck
You use to make potions, play around with witchcraft
I wonder if you put that in my lean and I drank that

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

[Bridge]
We met in the twilight zone
I fall apart, but you keep me whole
We met on the west coast, but i still see Miami in your soul

[Chorus]
Our eyes locked, you can see the sadness
My heart stops, every time you call my name
My jaw drops, you fell from the stars and i’m star struck
You fell from the stars
Girl am I lost?
We’re down, we’re sad, is it my fault?
I apologize for all of the lies, oh
I won’t, treat you like the rest of those guys, oh

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know

[Intro]
Ayy, I don’t know if I wanna call this detox ’cause I’m like… I’m puttin’ away a lot of old shit just so I can be with this one individual, but at the same time, all I really want for Christmas is her

[Verse 1]
I put the Glizzys down so I could be with you
I put the Remy down, I don’t want no more of this juice, yeah
I put the Henny down, I’ma throw away the Goose, yeah
‘Cause I be showin’ out, another side of truth, yeah
India, I had loved you like you mine, babe
You was runnin’ all through my head, you gave me migraines, mmm
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another sip to write this rhyme, ooh
I cannot lie and say that I’m fine
Took another bitch to ease my mind, ayy

[Chorus]
Now I’ma spend my Christmas in Miami
I’ma be in Miami, I’ma be in Mi—

[Verse 2]
I’m from Broward, but my lady from Miami
I’ma hit her with no Jim Beam, show her to my family
They so curious, but we not into y’all
She say, “Period,” I be like, “Periodt”
She can have any nigga, I can get like any broad
She don’t be milkin’ me, but she be milkin’ y’all
I know you prolly dealt with a few celebrities
But I don’t even care, I need you next to me
Can you see the best of me? Want you to marry me?
Would you say yes to me? Want you to marry me this year
Even get down on my knees, pull out that carat ring
And don’t embarrass me, want you to marry me this year
Am I movin’ too fast? ‘Cause I’ll slow it down
You the only reason I felt like puttin’ down my four pound
You the only reason I ain’t runnin’ ’round with them hunnid rounds
Slidin’ ’round in an opp’s town, you the only reason I ain’t locked down
I just wanna love you, baby, just don’t make no fool of me
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta buy you jewelry
I know on your birthday I ain’t gotta splurge you
Just because it’s Christmas, you don’t need a Birkin
And you all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas
You all I want for Christmas (It’s you, love)

[Outro]
It’s you
It’s you
I know it, I know it’s you

Zaytoven

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Tonight you gon’ party, tear down the city
You got a section
Your sister, your cousin, your bestie with it
You birthday flexing
Pop champagne, ain’t no sips, straight from the bottle
Yeah, that’s it
Night just started, gone and make a wish
Maybe later you’ll get that birthday dick
Baby you so special (So special)
That birthday suit you wearing looks so sexual
She got a body like a bottle ’cause she bought it
Did it in Miami ’cause she knew she could afford it
Birthday sex test drive that model

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

How many girls gone be poppin’ rubber bands
Up in the place, tippin’ them dancers, smackin’ ass
What the hell you sippin’ tonight
She say if it’s brown, she ain’t faithful tonight
She wanna wild out, she wild out, she wanna play
Wanna get fucked up, she wanna live for today
She wanna wild out, she wanna kiss on her friend
And that’s the kind of mood she in

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

Your girl got a birthday, yeah
Your sister got a birthday, yeah
Your niece got a birthday, yeah
Your auntie got a birthday, yeah
Your mama got a birthday, yeah
Your baby mama got a birthday, yeah
Your daughter got a birthday, yeah
Is your birthday, Is your birthday

Do your dance it’s your birthday
Move that ass it’s your birthday
Spend this cash for your birthday
Blow that bag for your birthday
Spend a band if you worth it
You know I like it when you work it
Hit your dance on your birthday
It’s what you want for your birthday

[Post Chorus]
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
It’s your world, your world, your world, your world
You could have your way for your birthday
I eat the cake for your birthday
Beat it up for your birthday
Fuck it up for your birthday

[Intro]
Mudboy
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Time never wasted and love never lost
Talent done took me places never been
You don’t know why, why, you love me so much
You never had love, but felt it before
Where I came from, they shootin’ the four (Mudboy)
Where I come from, no books in the stores (Bitch)
Where I come from, there’s hate and no love

[Verse 2]
My cousins’ behavior startin’ to rub off
I’m pickin’ up on their bad habits
My mother said that she don’t like it at all
She sendin’ me back ’cause she can’t have it
She can’t have it (She wanna send me back)
But it’s time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost (I ain’t tryna hear that shit)
Time never wasted and love never lost (So, uh)
Time never wasted and love never lost (Mudboy)
Time never wasted and… kill, kill (Bitch)
Kill, kill (Bitch)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, yeah, gettin’ straight to the bag (That bag)
Countin’ nothin’ but cash (Check)
Hoes love me and they love, uh shakin’ that ass
Uh, ’cause Sheck Wes got that ever
Lastin’, everlastin’, got that ever Glad bag
Hoes glad when they pick up cash
Young Sheck Wes, I walk out, I walk out
Real quick, real fast (Fast, dash)
Damn, got the trunk out, uh, trunk in the nose
Uh, throw up L when I pose
Uh, young Sheck Wes pull up to the show (Show)
What they screamin’? “Live Sheck Wes”
What they screamin’ (Uh)? “Don’t die Sheck Wes (Uh)
We need you here Sheck Wes (Uh)
You gotta stay alive Sheck Wes”
I will, uh (Kill)
Motherfuckers won’t kill, uh (Kill)
I got motherfuckers
Niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
My niggas too real, uh (Real, real)
Your niggas too L-I-E (Kill, kill)
My niggas will kill, uh
My niggas will D-I-E uh
For M-E, yes Sheck Wes (Ain’t nothin’ but L’s, kill)
Hot like Miami
And I ain’t goin’ back so fuck that
I don’t care about none of that other shit (Miami)
Fuck that (Telemundo)
Yeah, you wanna know why?
Sheck Wes running the full court on ’em

[Refrain]
‘Cause niggas out here will kill, kill
Young niggas gotta eat, eat-eat
Young niggas gotta get a mil’, mil’
Young niggas grew steel (Uh)
These young niggas too real, real
Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Get killed)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
Niggas out here gettin’ killed (Uh uh, lust gang)
These young niggas too real
Gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta get a mil’
Clear mine, nigga, I’ma steal (Steal)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
These young niggas too real, real (Bitch)
These young niggas too real (Too real)
Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list
Kill, kill, kill, got a flip list

[Verse 4]
Add on to the killings like Michael B. Jordan (Uh)
In Wakanda on the Black Panther (Uh)
I’ma add on to the skin (Uh, uh)
Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
I be goin’ in like a porn-star (Porn-star)
Yes Sheck Wes I be goin’ in, goin’ in
Going in like a motherfucking all-star (All-star)
I’ma, uh, all-star to her
Yes Sheck Wes got all-star to her
Like it’s 9-5
Bitch I’m darker than a motherfuckin’ Waka-Wakanda

[Refrain]
Kill, kill
Niggas gotta kill, kill
Niggas gotta eat, eat, eat (Kill, kill)
Niggas gotta get that mil’, mil’

[Outro]
Time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and time never wasted
And time never wasted and love never lost
Time never wasted and love never lost (Forgiving)
My talents done took me where I never been
(Kill, kill, niggas gotta eat)
Time never wasted and love never lost
My talents done took me where I never been (Bitch)
Time never wasted and love never lost

[Intro: Will Smith, Bad Bunny & Marc Anthony]
Marc Anthony
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be
Will Smith
Haciendo historia
Haha, woo

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste, la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony]
Que esto está rico
Está rico
Está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico

[Verso 1: Will Smith]
Hola, yes, it’s the Prince
In an unmarked car with the tints
Marc Anthony with the new anthem
Yeah, I know, is a lil’ intense
Ferragamo on the collar
We gon’ mash a throttle in Miami harbor
Girl, you want me like a shadow
You make the move, make it matter
Hey now, well I guess we can play now
Blend my Philly way now
With your latina sway now
Sacude tu cadera (pull up!)
Always taking pictures (woo!)
Laughing, blowing kisses
I think you’re delicious
Marc, what this is?

[Coro: Marc Anthony & Will Smith]
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Que está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 2: Bad Bunny]
Ey, si tú tienes un novio, mami, no lo digas
Enamora’o de ese culo, Dios lo bendiga
Ey, tráete a tus amigas
Dura, dura, dura, ella no tiene liga
Desde aquí pa’l bote
Chiquita con el booty bien grandote
Me lo hace ricote (ye)
Me pone bellaco y hace que se note
Échate el spray
Vamos pa’ la sombra que hoy te voy hacer las de Grey (¡wouh!)
Si quieres te echo otro pero dame un break

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
Tú sabes que esto está rico (oh-oh)
Está rico (oh-oh)
Esto está rico (oh-oh)
(Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be)
Tú sabes-

[Verso 3: Marc Anthony]
¿Dónde?
Donde sea rico si es contigo
Da lo mismo Nueva York o Londres
Si quieres te llevo a Puerto Rico
Y lo hacemos rico

[Puente: Will Smith & Marc Anthony]
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious
Sacude tu cadera (oooh-oooh)
Always taking pictures
Laughing, blowing kisses (oooh-oooh)
I think your delicious

[Pre-Coro: Marc Anthony]
Tú quieres algo y se te ve
Aquí hay ambiente pa’ ahora y pa’ después
Ya tú probaste la otra vez
Por eso sabes-

[Coro: Marc Anthony, Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
Que esto está rico
Esto está rico
Esto está rico
Tú sabes que esto está rico
Esto está rico

[Outro: Will Smith & Bad Bunny]
For the people, one time
Alright you gotta play that again
You gotta play that again
Thats fire right?
Yeah, esto está rico
Y tú estas rica, hoy yo te lo hago bien rico
Ey, como lo hacemos en Puerto Rico
Bad Bunny baby-be-be-be-be-be

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

[Intro]
D.A

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang
Lotta gang, lotta bitches, and a icy chain
Why you claim that you rich? That’s a false claim
I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
Whole lotta styles, can’t even pronounce the name
You ain’t got no style, see you on my Instagram
I be rockin’ it like it’s fresh out the pan
Only when I’m takin’ pics, I’m the middleman
Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand
3 million cash, call me rain man
Money like a shower, that’s my rain dance
And we all in black, like it’s Gangland
Say the wrong word, you be hangman
Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan
Aw, Mr. ‘What Kind Of Car He In?’
In the city love my name, nigga I ain’t gotta say it

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f*ck what a nigga say
It’s all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool but he ain’t like me

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Lotta girls like me, niggas wanna fight me
Nigga get yo ass checked like a f*ckin’ Nike
Me not icey, that’s unlikely
And she gon’ suck me like a f*ckin’ Hi-C
Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team
And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream
And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline
I’m the black JB the way these bitches scream
Make these bitches scream
Pretty little thing
Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, f*ck what a nigga say
It’s all the same, like Mary-Kate
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah that’s cool

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Yeah, I’ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)
Diamond ice glacier, niggas imitate (ice, ice)
Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac’ (grape)
Slow pace in the Wraith, got this sh*t from bae
Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin’ hard (hard)
The Rari sit in park, I’m at it, on Mars (Mars)
Shotgun shells, we gon’ always hit the target (blaow)
Popcorn bitch shell poppin’ out the cartridge (pop it)
3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley
4-8-8, Ferrari
Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley
She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)
(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)
I don’t kick it with these niggas ’cause they talk about ya
And I got the fire, don’t make me spark it out ya
Keep it in my back pocket like it’s a wallet
Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)
Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)
And she got the Patek on water moccasin
I’m rich in real life, I get that profit, copy

[Chorus: Tyga]
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, let you get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Yeah, that’s cool, but he ain’t like me

[Outro: Tyga]
Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste
Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste
Taste, taste, overseas let them bitches taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, she can get a taste
Taste, taste, do you love the taste?
Taste, taste, worldwide they gon’ get a taste

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turnin’ me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers
I’m in a condo popping seals
I got po-po’s in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don’t matter if it don’t work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
Young lil’ nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain’t never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)

[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Verse: 1]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin’
Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
Old dude, probably put (?) on her
Not surprised
Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
I’m not the guy
She don’t know what I do with my dark R
It’s when I’m higher

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Intro]
Here we go
Yeah

[Verse]
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
She not my lover like Billie Jean, but the kid is mine
Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
And all it took was one time
Shit, we only met two times, two times
And both times were nothin’ like the new times
Now it’s rough times, I’m out here on front lines
Just tryin’ to make sure that I see him sometimes
It’s breakin’ my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I’m embarrassed to tell ’em I ended up as a co-parent
Always promised the family unit
I wanted it to be different because I’ve been through it
But this is the harsh truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don’t want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more or who’s not there
Who did what to who ‘fore you got here
Now, look, I’m too proud
To let that come between me and you now
Realize I gotta think for two now
I gotta make it, I better make it
I promise if I’m not dead then I’m dedicated
This the first positive DNA we ever celebrated
I can’t forget the looks on they faces
Got the news in Miami that now we all now got ones that we raisin’
Tell Gelo bring some, uh, Rosé and Baccarat out
For our cheers to the next generation
But this Champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I think he musta brought you like twenty gifts
Your mother say you growin’ so fast that they don’t even really fit
But man, you know
I still had to get it for my boy though, you know
You haven’t met your grandfather yet, that nigga a trip
He probably coulda did stand-up
Yeah, but at the same time he’s a stand up
And that’s how you gon’ be when it’s time to man up
October baby for irony sake, of course
I got this 11 tatted for somebody, now it’s yours
And believe me, I can’t wait to get a hundred more
Sorry I’m ventin’, tryna cover ground
They said that in two weeks you’re supposed to come in town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cuttin’ each other down

[Bridge]
God willin’, I got a good feelin’
You got a good spirit
We’ll talk more when you hear this
My G

[Outro]
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
I’m all alone, no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Stop that movement, stop that movement
Y’all can’t move me, this my movie
Y’all can’t stop me, ya’ll too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon
Same thing, in a room
Sittin’ by myself, findin’ heaven soon
Many things that will trouble you
Look beyond for a feelin’ like you never knew
Reachin’ out huntin’ for the truth
I guessin’ I’m just sick of runnin’
All this time searching hard for somethin’
I can hear the angels comin’

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Well it took me long enough to rap on this strong enough
Paid this sh*t just gon’ give up
Cause Ye just gon’ live up to everything
That sucks to you and that’s never enough
Thought I’d be clever enough to give up while I’m ahead
I like breakfast in bed but I love breakfast and head
For anybody who said that I was better off dead
Told ’em, “don’t ever believe nothin’ that you ever read”
Got a Bible by my bed, oh yes I’m very Christian
Constantly repentin’ ’cause yes I never listen
Don’t like bein’ questioned and don’t like bein’ less than any a competition in any of my professions
So I gotta guess then, I gotta stay the best man
What else you expect from, uh, Mr. West man
Painted from Western, space like a relative
Bet you ain’t see it, man, call on the telephone
And when they see you they say “Damn you got hella grown
Always thought you’d make it but damn now you hella known
Let’s address some topics that I can embellish on”
How we made enough bread for us to put some relish on
I’ma rellish on the fact vibing on the future
Ultralight building in the building by amateur
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Bridge: Yasiin Bey]
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Places and spaces
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Spaces and places

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts, ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown for the clouds, movin’ around
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown to the clouds, movin’ around

[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
(Yo we going to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove (huh!)
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong (ain’t nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (ain’t nothing wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I)

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

(feat. Pusha T)

[Intro]
Rio
Rio
Hahaha

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 1: Valee]
I had took a zip in the airport, I needed it (fuck it)
Bought a caesar salad and I put the weed in it (yeah)
Tequila and lime taste like it’s seaweed in it (yeah)
Poured a eight of slime, I’m finna put some tea with it (yeah)
Since I’m in the foreign, I keep 93 in it (yeah)
Bitch, your head boring, so you get a D in it (yeah)
I hopped on the Boeing, it was three more seats in it (yeah)
Gucci flip-flops on, I just slid my feet in ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Look, I just called Ferrari, told them build me one (skrt)
Six months for the wait, even with the ceiling gone (too true)
I’m still selling weight, Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Push)
Narcos still lives, even with Pablo gone (yuugh)
His and hers Chanel Pharrells, ain’t no other parallel
40K to ride this wave, on it like a carousel
Cartier, Cartier, Collins Ave, Ocean Drive (Push)
Ball hog but ball harder, that’ll make her open wide (ooh)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Outro: Valee]
Rio
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 1]
Fast ass two-door parked up the street
Hope you don’t try it, I’ll up the piece
Went to Miami and hit STORY
My bitch on a OG gas diet, just weed, no meat (ooh, ooh)
Dirty ass pop (ooh), shook it with the top (top)
Drinkin’ while I shop, took it with two yops (yops)
Make the coupe fast just to get way from the cops (cops)
Your bitch is popped, motor non-stop (stop)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 2]
Lean 650, I up the kit (fiend)
Hope you ain’t kiss her, she sucked my dick (ooh)
Let my mans fuck her, I set the pick
Up until the bitch started fussin’, it didn’t get shit (shit shit)
Might but a Jag (Jag), if it not the Bent (Bent)
How much for it cash (cash), I wasn’t tryna rent (rent)
Smoking strong gas (gas), I done just went through a zip (zip)
Bought a four pack (pack), did it just to flip (flip)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

Well come on everybody the time is getin near
To find that christmas sprit to find that christmas cheer

O ho, Hold On Up Your Stocking
And Lay On Down Your Hand
For The Love Of Man

Now its Christmas in Miami, its Christmas out in Rome
Its christmas time all over
Am I, just singin my song alone

So hold on up you stocking
And lay on down your hand
For the love of man

And let the fallen, not be forgoten
And the lonely, feel no fear
At this special, special time of year

So id wrote my letter to santa, and id asked him for it all
But I wrote him back my letter, sayin ill have
Peace Not War

[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Know I’m in Miami right now, this the Miami section, it’s real
It’s the L.A. section [?]
Man, my niggas [?]
We on that gang shit, [?]
We on all that flashin’ too
They rock with [?]
Put Maison Margielas on, we callin’ the caps

[Verse]
I rock that Gucci shit and Prada (ayy)
Hit the scene lookin’ like a million dollars
I was dead broke, made no excuses
Fuck, nigga, I don’t wanna hear about it (’bout it)
I was on the block, you ain’t care ’bout it
When they killed Rock you ain’t care ’bout it (care ’bout it)
Now I’m on top, tell me how, nigga lookin’ for me
Turn my phone off on everybody
Since then [?] b’s, b’s
[?] up with a red lighter
Keep your bitch on her knees
She ain’t got potential to wife her but fuck it, I head like it (woo)
Bitch ain’t fuckin’, why you on my bed like it?
[?] tonight, she ‘a get excited (bitch)
When the cops come, yeah, you better hide it (bitch)
Bitch, don’t come here ‘less you’re invited (bitch)
Yeah, it’s that nigga again, now that nigga again back on business again, ayy
Handle your business, young man, how you do all that shit independent, and win? Ayy
Count up them digits again, every month I get residuals in
Here for the hustlers, stack all the shit that come in, and take care of your mama (take care of your mama)
Take care of your children, take care of your nigga, stay out that drama (for real)
Go watch everybody, the moment they do somethin’ funny, then fuck it (for real)
Nigga run up on you, then buck it (for real)
Kill a fuck nigga, it’s nothin’ (ayy)
Wanna rob with me? It’s nothin’
Ran it up, a milli with nothin’ (with nothin’)
I don’t cooperate with the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’ (I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’)
I’ma blow this bitch in public, fuck it
Yeah, it ain’t no discussion
I ain’t with none of the bluffin’
I ain’t with the yellin’ and arguin’, fightin’ and tussin’ (yeah)
I’ma just up, get the buster (buster), buyin’ out whatever, who want it? (who want it?)
Nigga want smoke, we on it (we on it)
I don’t never see no opponents (I don’t never see no opponents)
That’s how I always got what I wanted
That’s why I spent racks when I want it (spent racks when I want it)
Nigga reach for my PC, get gunned (get gunned)
I dare a fuck nigga who wanna? (wanna, yeah)
And I put in work by my lone (my lone)
Get put on a shirt if you wanna (get put on a shirt)
Whole lotta haters, I know it (I know)
Wish I still had work on the corner (wish I had work on the corner)
I [?] problem is money (money)
In the stu’, gotta look twenty [?] (gotta look twenty [?])
In the field gotta watch for the phonies
Kobe told me to watch for the homies
Know right know I just gotta stay focused (stay focused)
Dip for somethin’ on the block for the homies (uh)

[Chorus]
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)

(feat. Janelle Kroll)

[Intro: Janelle Kroll & SAINt JHN]
Nah’ I don’t usually smoke, but the night feel right
And I don’t usually drink, but the lights so bright
But I’m scared of too much, but that’ll light this place
She said “You can get it”, so you know the right price
Lotta’ time babygirl, could be somebody you love
They’re really tryna’ move slow, she told me “Nah’, I don’t rush”
I threw them dollar in the air, but I know I can’t touch
I let ’em know champagne, I’m ashamed of the the thing that we know is lust, but I need it by tonight
Bottles, it rainin’ so slowly
But it doesn’t matter, I’m in too deep, and I know

[Verse 1: SAINt JHN]
I come this far, I can’t fuckin’ complain
I get the seats with the desk on the plane
Parts of my past I’m not proud to admit
So I will confess, there’s no truth in the name
Nigga I’m King Kong to these Snow Whites
These eyes can adjust really good in the low lights
I been around ’em my whole life
Thank Jesus, a nigga never turned to a low life
Still fuckin’ holy, drugs in the crown moldin’
Still feelin’ like I’m Pac when I’m rollin’
Money is the motive, gotta’ tell them what the mode is
Hopin’ I can stay alive in the moment
Still got my mind made up
You don’t wanna’ see the fuck I’m made of
Brought up in the Miami area
This is the beginnin’, only lookin’ at the beta
Never settled down, nigga never go slow
Ride or die nigga, need my own GoPro
Gotta’ feed the fam’, this is all I know
Love for my niggas, these are all my bros
And all I fuckin’ know is the risk
Ain’t’ talkin’ money, then they ain’t’ don’t exist
My intuition is follow the vision
First you caught a wave, but then you went adrift
And I came from the dirt, but I’m oh so vain
Started from the block but I’m on Kobain
I do not say this shit just for display
I pray you don’t give me reasons to pray
And no better, baby, I’m right up
Too late now they can’t save us
Ain’t’ never felt nothing liver
Just the way that the dream made us

[Outro: Janelle Kroll]
Bottles, it rainin’ so slowly
But it doesn’t matter, I’m in too deep, and I know

[Intro]
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh nah
Oh no

[Verse 1]
You tell me that you want me
But then you not responding
I’m looking through our convo
Just a blank screen open
Now I’m lookin’ at reflections
You always give me suspicions
No lie, me I tell no lie
You stay isolated, for me what you don’t like

[Pre-Chorus]
Say your body, astounding, when you found me
You lost you
Said you’ll find it, you’ll find what?
Don’t know what lost inside you
I don’t need you comin’ ’round
Told you I don’t need you ’round
If you wanna stay, then obey the rules baby
Top left get left behind

[Chorus]
Cause, top left, if you wanna get left like Beyonce
To the left, to the left
I be acting right, gotta push you to the left
Uncalled, but you wanna see me daily
Can’t talk to you cause I know all your ways
On job, mami, I done see everything
Fresh start if you gon’ act properly
(Say goodbye)
‘Cause I lied into haze
If it’s a vibe, simply talk to me
Don’t cry getting in your feelings in bed
When I’m at your side, yeah

[Verse 2]
Watching people drive on the road
Left side watch around ’round with you
I’ll let you take the wheel if you want Mrs
I don’t mind if you pull up to your mama
Go ahead, girl I know you duckin’ low
Got shooters and I know they ’round you
Double-O 7 girl, this ain’t no 64

[Pre-Chorus]
Say your body, astounding, when you found me
You lost you
Said you’ll find it, find what?
Don’t know what lost inside you
I don’t need you comin’ ’round
Told you I don’t need you now
If you wanna stay, then obey the rules baby
Top left get left behind

[Chorus]
Cause, top left, if you wanna get left like Beyonce
To the left, to the left
I be acting right, gotta push you to the left
Uncalled, but you wanna see me daily
Can’t talk to you cause I know all your ways
On job, Miami, I done see everything
Fresh start if you gon’ act properly
(Say goodbye)
‘Cause I lied in a haze
If it’s a vibe, simply talk to me
Don’t cry getting in your feelings in bed
When I’m at your side

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the… (horn)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November, and I was performing and Lil Wayne rapped with me, I think I cried that night
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
“My November is right now”

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

[Intro]
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
Mustard on the beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell ’em where I’m from
Finger on the pump make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side east coast where you at
Just got to new york like a gnat on a jet
To London, to Brazil, to Quebec
Like the whole damn world took effect to Ferg
Tell ’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

Get in with the business
Ima be there in a minute
I just booked a pilot’s ticket
Thinking Russia needs a visit
I’ma run it to the limit
And be on my way to Venice

[Chorus]
L.A. got the people saying la la la la la
Brooklyn saying la la la la la
Halcyon saying la la la la la
Vegas saying la la la la la
Rio saying la la la la la
Tokyo saying la la la la la
Down under saying la la la la la
Miami saying la la la la la
Jamaica

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Verse 2]
Uh tell em where I’m at
From the plaques to the uh uh
Everything fat
Got Mustard on a track
My girls all stack
When I roll down the window, let me know where you’re
Atlanta, North South kick it ‘lac
Texas grill, Cadillacs through Miami then back
To London, Jamaica then France
The whole damn world took effect to Ferg, tell’em

Said back slow down
Better represent when we come to your town
Laid back slow down
Whatchu represent when we come to your town
Say

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Moscow, sayin’, la la la
España, la la la
Kingston, sayin’ la la la
San Diego sayin’ la la la
Chi-Town sayin’ la la la
Germany, sayin’ la la la
La Punta sayin’ la la la
Ibiza

Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go
Every city, every state, every country you know
All around the globe
Every city, every state, every country you know
This is how we go

[Chorus]
L.A got the people sayin’ la la la
Amsterdam, sayin’, la la la
Frisco sayin’, la la la
Switzerland sayin’, la la la
Sao Paulo sayin’, la la la
Joburg sayin’, la la la
Mexico sayin’, la la la
Stockholm sayin’, la la la
Jamaica

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