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[Part I]

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’ mane
(Yeah, oh no, oh my)
(Ohh)
Yeah, mane, Ty what’s good mane?
Onsight mane, when I see that bitch I’ma…

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Beat the pussy like I’m Joe Jackson (Yeah, ho)
Lick that pussy, stick that pussy, that’s the total package (Yeah, ho)
Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes
‘Cause we wasted half a hour gettin’ head in traffic (Yeah, ho)
Made it rain on her, now that pussy extra splashin’ (Yeah, ho)
In that thang soakin’ wet, I forgot my jacket (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
720S Mclaren, my shit go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes (Yeah, ho)
New Versace denim, bust ’em with the cherry ashes (Yeah, ho)
All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses (Yeah, ho)
Anything she want, anything she want (I’m buyin’ it)
She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch (For lunch?)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Who the hottest in the city? (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Hottest, now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)

[Part II]

[Intro: Project Pat]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
SOSer, ain’t no panties under that dressa (Mmhmm)
Nipple rings pokin’ through the shirt, tats on her neck-a
Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wrecka (Ayy)
Rich nigga dick betta, come with a checka

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I might have to flex her, bust a Rollie on a bitch
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
That pussy stay wetta when it’s on a raw dick

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Called her ass lit, at the club on that peach Crown (Mmm)
Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down (Mmm)
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (Skeet, skeet)
Ass wide, I got the gun, I had to hold the skreet down

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real (Ooh)
Yeah she gon’ hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho)
What you lookin’ at? (Yeah, ho, what you lookin’ at?)
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho), I had fun with that (Woo)
Onsight, onsight she know I need that (Bounce that)
Onsight, onsight, like where the weed at? (Yeah, ho)
Onsight, onsight, I cop it off the lot (Yeah, ho)
Screaming “Free 03” til’ they let him out (Yeah, ho)

(feat. DJ Mustard, Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat ho

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
We can do anything all your wildest dreams
Goin’ up in my room
I know you a freak
Let’s party let’s drink
Then go to my room
Shake it fast to the beat
I know you wanna lead straight to my room
You all I wanna see
Come follow me straight to my room

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
See you there
I see you there
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go
I want you to want me to care
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Follow me to my room a long way from the front door
The front door’s a long way from the driveway
My place far, about an hour out, but 458’s like catchin’ a flight bae
Coco white, you know my smile bae
Wanna ride the boy, yippee-yo-kai-ay
Made her feel so good, she thought I was Kanye
But I’m T-Raww and my room’s on the beach ma

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
I can be a real treat, I’ll be goin’ real deep
In my room
I put that ass to sleep, put your hands on your feet
In my room
I already said you’se a freak but don’t be using no teeth
In my room
Got some things I could teach ya girl, I’m a dog with no leash
In my room

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I see you there
I see you there
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go
I want you to want me to care
If you ready let’s go
If you ready let’s go

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Preme]
Why don’t you call on me, yeah, yeah
Call on me, yeah, yeah
You can lay it all on me (you can lay it all)
All on me, whoa
You hit me up and I’ll be on my way (yeah, yeah)
Just show me love and I’ll show you the same (ayy)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Verse 1: Preme]
I been searchin’ for you, make way
These hoes searchin’ for a payday
So I don’t really hear the things that they say
‘Cause I don’t really trip unless it’s vacay, yeah, yeah
Just close the door
We jump in the car with nowhere to go
Just us in the road
Pickin’ new place on the globe
She never done this before, yeah
Hot girl with the boy from the corner
When I get it in your soul out
Neighbors is listenin’ close now
And you just be screamin’, “Oh slow down”
You got the world on your shoulders
So you hate bein’ sober
You hate gettin’ older
You so used to bein’ a loner
I tell you, “I love you” you tell me to show you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Verse 2: Preme]
No lie, 23 up on your back, you’re so fly
Oh my, lookin’ like it’s gonna take us all night
All right, she said, “Boy you ’bout to get it on sight”
She my type, we join the mile high club on every damn flight, you damn right
They gon’ ask you who you with?
Then they gon’ tell you I ain’t shit
Forget them girls, you know they fake
Your whole clique is counterfeit
And you been ridin’ way too long
For a girl to stay, you wrong
And it’s not a problem ’cause haters talkin’, sound like my favorite song
I tell ’em keep it goin’, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know you mine, you know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
Girl you been on my mind
Got some things on my mind
When a real nigga call
She gon’ pick up every time
When a real nigga call
She gon’ pick up every time
For the real, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ya

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Uh, $ign
Oh no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no ($ign)
Aye—

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in line
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams, that’s why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you
Just to leave you behind
I told you, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be fine
The type of thing I heard it happen all the time
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin’ me high
Said nothin’ better than the first time
I’ll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don’t have to spend another second on this Earth dry
Wet you like a rebel, go a second and a third time
Left you up a verse mind
And when you hungry, I can chef you up a stir fry
Get you some dessert wine, elevate yah third eye
First prize, Nobel, get a piece
Your clothes off, turn around, let me see

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, okay I came up with a plan, it was take you by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Soon as we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music, started dancing
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved it to the floor
You started getting crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
I thought you was an angel, now you yellin’ to the Lord
You used to tell me all the time I ain’t your type
Now you always wanna spend the night
Now I’m doing everything you like
When I’m inside your pussy, damn it feels so right
Yeah, but I still respect the game
Every time I’m out of line you always set me straight
The sex is great, for Heaven’s sake I need it every day
I yell your name, Cinderella
Never gonna find nobody better, all my life…

[Hook: Ty Dolla Sign]
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night

[Outro: Mac Miller]
Hey now, I’m saying
My only way out is the way in
I won’t stop ’til you’re mine, no way
Well all my days now, they changin’
I got angels, no more Satan
Looks like God’s on my side, this time
Well, I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day, write you letters
It’s only right that right after love, I write my name
If it’s forever or never, it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better hen that weather isn’t rain, yeah
Ooh Cinderella, don’t you run out of time
It feels like you’ve been taking all day
Wherever you came from, wherever you going
I promise I’m not far behind, yeah
So don’t you dare throw this away
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day, write you letters
It’s only right that right after love, I write my name
If it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain

[Intro: DJ Mustard]
Ya’ll already know who I am right?
Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
I got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Yea, my **** drop it down for me
Take it to the room, she go down on it
And she said she got a friend for me
And she ain’t afraid to spin on me
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Got a **** say she down for a ****a
Got a **** that drop it down for a ****a
Yea, yea

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
My **** got ass and titties, from the hood but she act seditty
In the club took a shot to the kidney, probably won’t make it to 50
Told that ho bring more E, smoke joints to the face
My **** so bad I **** without a condom
Put it all in and I got her running
Hit it good got her walking funny, hit it good got her walking funny
And she said it ain’t about the money, and she said she ain’t about the money

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I wanna see you butt naked in a fur coat
**** her in the shower when she drop soap
Only live once is my motto
After we have sex I pay your car note
Wearing Ferragamos and Benihanos
I’m pulling up the way I turtleneck in the summer
With a girl named Summer put her leg to the ceiling fan
So wet I might dive off the diving-board
I watch you pop it like a rubberband
New Rollie, I don’t mind spending time alone
I want you so bad that I pray for it
Might stay till the club close cause I wait for it

[Hook]

[Bridge: DJ Mustard]
Keisha, go drop it down for me
Neisha, go drop it down for me
And Tia, go drop it down for me
And Bria, go drop it down for me
And Brittany, go drop it down for me
TeeTee, go drop it for me
And Kristy go drop it down for me
And Ashley go drop it down for me
Because I!

[Hook]

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t bite niggas
All the shit that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ O’s to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ weed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Intro]
Oh, no, no
Right now
Hitmaka
Sound sound sound sound sound sound sound sound sound

[Chorus]
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’
I think about you all the time
Got me right here waitin’
Bet you ain’t know you was my baby (that’s my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Fuck up a check on a Rolex, run up the digits (digits)
Fuck up the bed, left it a mess, do you remember? (Remember)
You was the best, you was the best, and I’m retaining, oooh

[Pre-Chorus]
Got you doin’ things you said you never would, would, would
Call you late at night, I ain’t no good, good, good
Pull up, eat that pussy, that’s a pussy diet (diet)
Most these niggas pussy, they won’t try it

[Chorus]
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’
I think about you all the time
Got me right here waitin’
Bet you ain’t know you was my baby (that’s my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Roll up, lil’ baby, roll up
I’ve been waitin’ all night for this very moment
I was thinkin’, “Right now”
You was thinkin’, “Hold up”
You’re fuckin’ with me for no reason
Just like Controlla

[Pre-Chorus]
I got you doin’ things you said you never would, would, would
Call you late at night, I ain’t no good, good, good
Pull up on that pussy, ’cause that pussy’s bomb (try it)
Doin’ all the things your new nigga won’t

[Chorus]
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’ (waitin’)
I think about you all the time (yeah)
Got me right here waitin’
Like you ain’t know you was my baby (that’s my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin’ (waitin’)
I think about you all the time (time)
Got me right here waitin’
Bet you ain’t know you was my baby
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain’t know you’re my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy, yeah

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
[I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)]

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things, yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things, yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now
Rollie flood the VVS, 50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones right here

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’ through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you judge me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two-piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liquor right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Every day, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high streak
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two-piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
Go ahead, some lies on your face
What about him, you didn’t love him anyway
Look how much you made
Goes for you but not look shit, you got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to fuck on your face
Love you more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my afterlife, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, but, this shit aight

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on me
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Stop sleeping on (Stop sleepin’ on me)
Stop sleeping on
Stop sleep on me (Ooh-yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Please don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Got my piece on me (Got my piece)
Cause you know I’m crazy (You know I’m crazy)
Crazy over you
Out my mind, ain’t no tellin’ what I’ll do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switchin’ up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
I remember when you fucked me in the Beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only had two bucks
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did our own shit, fuck what everybody does
We was geekin’ off a molly at the festival
Now I’m in a booty club, throwing all the ones

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some ooh juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebrating, no curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
G63 when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you, ma
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jealous bitches be despised
What the fuck they from?
Who hide them?
Fuck the nigga, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang
I’ll drop you off where I found you
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans got you dozin’ off
Manolos, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dozin’ off
Tennis bracelet, diamond chain, got you goin’ off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to fuck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket cost me fifty-four hundred
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I fuck with him
You work and I see you up next to him
Don’t sleep on me
That’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy over you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do

[Intro]
Hahaha
Dun De-e-e-e-al

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (wrong)
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone (oh)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
You wanna jump in the ‘Rari
Show me your passport
I can be out in your past calls
You be all on my nerves
But your love is the best
But you already do more
But I want you to say less
Chic-chic boom, too many problems
You been doomed, too many wild thoughts
Yeah, sometimes you a challenge
I wanna even the score
I want madness

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lauren Jauregui]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do me wrong)

[Verse 2: Lauren Jauregui]
Tick tick on you, too many others
When I’m in the room, I feel the eyes on me
Got some nerve saying I’m the challenge
But I know, I know that you know, I’ve been damaged
You be honest, your love is the best
But I get so in my head when you keep shit to yourself
Why you always in your phone? Can’t you talk to me?
‘Cause I know that you need it more then I’m out this crib, I can’t ignore

[Chorus: Lauren Jauregui + Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong

[Intro: Damian Marley]
I don’t know if this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I (yeah)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll make this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
(Put it on her tongue, yeah)
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Damian Marley]
And if you’re searching for the truth, but you’re so smart that you obvious know a lie
Baby, so am I
You’re sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
Baby, so am I
And if you’re searching for somebody who is willing to stay more than overnight
Baby, so am I
And if you needing some support, instead of someone coming home to pick a fight
Baby, so am I

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I
(Yeah, owee)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you’re happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Roots, roots
Too real to the roots
Roots, roots, roots
Too real to the roots

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh yeah
Right now sounds

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
You know we pop champagne and Rosé
Spilled that shit all on my Balmain
Yeah, jump in with the campaign, yeah
Popping Xans on aeroplanes
We all cruise through, we got red leather
Whip that wrist on your bitch and make her head better
She been having too much fun, she a bad weather
Save me with that [?] and look back at it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
(Young Khalifa, man)
Walkin’ straight into the club, been here with all of my thugs
I said I’m rollin’ up drugs, told her it is what it is and it was what it was
She leave with me just because, say she in need of some love
And if Khalifa the one, hit her so good that she don’t wanna leave in the mornin’
Got your own girl, yeah, I know you grown
You came here alone ’cause you don’t get along with your home girl
Diamonds, they all on me dancin’, I’m like just what is the chance
To pick you up sometime and show you that I am the man
I really don’t care for them bands, I’m spendin’ them, baby girl

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah (that’s kinda hard, bro)
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs (yeah, aw, c’mon Khalifa)
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Hit you with that 23, roll a brown when you’re on your back
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

[Intro]
Woah
(Hello? Who is this?)
Hitmaka
Sounds
(Wait, you actually remembered my number)

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Right, I just wanna taste it, let me slip inside
You know I’m in the 305, all night

[Verse 1]
You know I’ma need you to just sing to my mic, right now
Turn your drip into my drain, turn these bright lights down
I don’t wanna sound like I’m evil, but I’m coming for that weed too (skrrt)
Thought I was done after round 1, but you know I’ma need 2

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my God, stop, please
I’m not gassing out this plane
Landing, fuck you in that Wraith
I got big bills in my bank
Oh my God, stop, please
I might fuck on you all day
Eat that pussy, where’s my cream?
Bet you lick it off my face

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Baby, I’m wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Right, I just wanna taste it, let me slip inside
You know I’m in the 305, all night
Baby, I’m wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
There’s not anything that I’d rather do
Then to leave the club and go home with you
What’s that? Just might, good pipe, good night
Wake up, sunrise, best live

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh my God, stop, please
I’m not gassing out this plane
Landing, fuck you in that Wraith
I got big bills in my bank
Oh my God, stop, please
I might fuck on you all day
Eat that pussy, where’s my cream?
Bet you lick it off my face

[Chorus]
Baby, I’m wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Baby, I’m wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?
Right, I just wanna taste it, let me slip inside
You know I’m in the 305, all night
Baby, I’m wasted
How could I get your number right?
How could I get your number right?

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Hello?)
Right now sound
Hitmaka

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Riding me like she ride the beat
Top double G, Chanel on her feet
Ghost ride the Wraith, house on my name
Hotel on my wrist, that be that Patek, yeah
Blow 100 bands ’cause I fuck with it
Pull up in the Benz ’cause I fuck with that bitch
Living thug life ’cause that shit chose me
Gh-gh-ghost all white and your bitch in here with me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, you love Dolla tonight, mmm
Hmm, oh, we fucking tonight?
Bottom line, I just need me some top, mmm
Pull up in the Uber, you might leave in the drop, ooh
Pretty bitch named Lexus
Hit her in the dressing room at Saks Fifth
I like that, double tapped it
Had her doing backflips on the mattress
I just showed her

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (Yo Gotti)]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple (ayy, make it simple, shawty)
I don’t want no maybe (I am)
I just wanna make it simple (yeah)
I don’t want no maybe (yeah)
Baby girl, just make it simple (I am)
Don’t want a maybe, oh (Gotti)
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
We don’t gotta make it complex, old school on Sunset
Tryna leave my street life but huh, I done done it
Ex bitch left, just so she could run back
Say I make her wet when I ask her where my gun at
I like her simple with no makeup on
Told her I’m just tryna take her home
Yeah, I fuck around and changed her life
I motivate you and I fuck you right
Why you overthinking, thinking?
Why you overthinking? Shit’s simple
Baby, I’m the last real nigga
She don’t fuck with rappers, me neither [?] come
Livin’ life on the edge but we fuckin’ with a condom
Ridin’ Presidential, baby, you ain’t with no bumper
I got special sauce, baby, I come from Wakanda
My Lambo’ a black panther, Dolla $ign and Gotti, it’s a new anthem
Baby, you the shit, Pamper

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ayy, baby girl, just make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
I just wanna make it simple
I don’t want no maybe
Baby girl, just make it simple
Don’t want a maybe, oh
I just wanna make it simple
No maybe

[Intro: Quavo & (French Montana)]
Hitmaka
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Right Now Sound
She wanna go down, down south
Down, down, south
(Montana)
BNYX
G-g-g-good Work Charlie
(Aye, ha)

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Talking French vanilla by the case, hey (ha)
Word to this bust down that I don’t trust her face (ha)
Talking bonjour with the rendezvous, ooh
And don’t be scared if I pass you the two (ooh)
I got cribs I could take you to (ha)
Take off your dress, keep on your shoes, ooh
Your boyfriend speeding, it’s not a race (skrrt, ha)
We poppin’ bottles, we ain’t catchin’ case (skrrt, skrrt)
Montana

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, tell me where to go
Yeah, yeah, tell me if I’m wrong
Yeah, yeah, I put you on top
He ain’t showed you off, you know that boy too soft
Pssh, you know who gonna break you off
Pssh, who gonna pick up when you call
Who gonna put you on the flight
G5, G5, got you all on a vibe
Ooh, and everywhere we go, we standing in a VIP
If you want vacation, then I take you on a trip
I got a place that I can take you to

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
South Beach, Cancun, ooh
Won’t you come up out them Jimmy Choos? Ooh
I got plans for us to break the rules, ooh
Got a place for us to rendezvous
South Beach, Cancun
South Beach, Cancun, ooh
Name a place, girl, you can pick and choose, ooh
Name a time, girl, we got time to lose, ooh
Got a place I could take you to
South Beach, Cancun
South Beach, Cancun

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Ooh, only two of us can fit in coupes (ooh)
If they see us, it’s gonna break the news (ooh)
Penthouse, we gonna need a room (ooh)
Take your clothes off, rub you like masseuse (woo)
I, want you to slide (slide)
Babe, look at your eyes (yeah, eyes)
Gotta be top 5 (top 5)
No complaints, comply (comply)
Pussy wet, I dive (I dive)
I’m giving off good vibes (vibes)
Shooting all my shots (shots)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Palm trees outside (oh)
PJ from Van Nuys
When we get together, make it look so better, we supersized
Hair done and her nails (yeah)
She wanna swim with the whales (whales)
LIV VIP (LIV)
Sunday, on South Beach

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, won’t you come up out them Jimmy Choos? Ooh
I got plans for us to break the rules, ooh
Got a place for us to rendezvous
South Beach, Cancun
South Beach, Cancun, ooh
Name a place, girl, you can pick and choose, ooh
Name a time, girl, we got time to lose, ooh
Got a place I could take you to
South Beach, Cancun
South Beach, Cancun

[Outro: Quavo]
Down, down, south
She wanna go down, down south

[Intro]
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress

[Verse 1 : Ty Dolla $ign]
The director in this bitch, blockbuster in this bitch
Sex producer, lights, camera, action in this bitch
We all off in this bitch, and I’m all off in that ass
I’m way past the speed limit, yeah I’m driving it fast
Somethin’ out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me

[Hook : Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly]
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good

[Verse 2 : R. Kelly]
Health club in this bitch
We working out in this bitch
Crazy sex, get ignorant, that’s going dumb in this bitch
Yeah she’s a star out this flick
Give her five stars in this bitch
Shawty know the whole routine, she ain’t gotta practice this shit
Some out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me

[Hook : Ty Dolla $ign & R. Kelly] (2x)
She’s an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She’s a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good

[Bridge]
So good, so good, she’s so good
She remind me a Holly, a Meagan Good, Angelina for sure
Julia, Keri, Gabrielle, Taraji, Sanaa and Google your mind for an actress
(Vocals)

[Outro]
– TC : Hey so you did this [?]
– Ty $ : It was alright
– French Montana : What up dawg?
– Ty $ : Wuzhanin?
[?]
[?]
– Ty $ : Talked to my bro doin’ these interludes and shit he locked up
– French Montana : Oh yeah
– Ty $ : Hey bro’ it’s French Montana
– TC : Montana!
(They all laugh)
– French Montana : Haaaan! What’s up man?
– TC : [?]
– Ty $ : Hell yeah
– French Montana : That’s wassup my nigga, hold it down nigga. Got real niggas fucking with you
– TC : [?]
– French Montana : Haaaan!
– Ty $ : [?]
– French Montana : Wassup you good?
– Ty $ : I’m chilling man [?]
– TC : So… huh
– French Montana : [?]
– Ty $ : Alright
– French Montana : [?]
– Ty $ : O-oh for sure I got you
– Ty $ : Hell yeah, hey sup bro?
– TC : Yeah
– Ty $ : How long y’all can have the phone?
– TC : Euh… we should have it untill nine o’clock
– Ty $ : Alright
– TC : Just call back
– Ty $ : [?] shit
– TC : Alright I love you
– Ty $ : Love you

[Kanye West [?] Speaks]
At midnight the genius stroke the fuck outta you
Baby girl you hit this the wrong way it choke the fuck outta you
I rap you in these sheets and smoke the fuck outta you
Hit you with this D properly and turn the clock outta you
Maybe in the morning I can get a buck outta you
If your credit is on point get a truck outta you
Do the fuck I gotta do, you a fan

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
CashMoneyAP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, beach house to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, I’ma beat her back out
Coupe yellow, watch yellow, riding ’round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezel, Miss Lady, got her shit together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple Lola
Might drive a ‘Rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
I’ma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet (yeah)
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
All of a sudden
Y’all niggas ballin’ and stuntin’ (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shawty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shawty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Intro]
…head, all night long
You wanted me to love
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pull up on your girl with my roof gone
I’ma pull up on your girl with my jewels on
Pull up on your girl with that heat on
And she ain’t know if it’s a Dolla or a Dream song
First I beat it from the back, she on top now
She used to wanna leave, but she not now
She used to wanna be with you, but nigga, not now
It’s kinda funny how she put herself on lockdown
And now you talkin’ that blah-blah-blah
I’m up here bonin’ that la-la-la
Gave it to her, made her scream, “Da-da-da”
And now you wanna act all rah-rah-rah rah-rah-rah

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Girl, you should know that
I’ma fall asleep in it, popped a whole Xan
If you gettin’ cold feet, I’ll make the snow sand
I’ma rest in peace in it, pop a toe tag
Pull up on her in an Uber, that’s how I maneuver
Turn this D into a B+ and I’m her tutor
Turn a B into a D cup, hallelujah
Got her clappin’, yeah she booby-trappin’ out at Hooter’s
Treat the little lollipop like Lollapalooza
I’m the one to introduce her, kama to sutra
Say she a cougar when it comes to Young Mula
12 gauge, girl, Tunechi ’bout to one-two ya

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, ooh, yeah
Oh, oh
No, he can’t love you
Oh, he can’t love you, love you, love you like I do
Oh, no he can’t love you

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(Hm, 4Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
Right Now Sound, Yeah
Sound, Sound!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, “12 Play” with the foreplay

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (Skrt)
I’m on jet skis with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me, I text her, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop
Hitmaka
Droptop
Droptop, skrrt
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Hop out, droptop
Won’t stop, won’t stop, ball out
Put it in the deep end
Soon as I send it
Living with no regrets

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Let me get you throwed up
I’ll get you poured up
Shoppin’ in south, baby
I know we goin’ up
Ooh yeah, top down in the rain
You’s a freak and girl I see you
Keep it honest, drop it on me, oh

[Refrain: Tory Lanez]
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Tory Lanez]
I know you love it, I know you love it
Yeah, yeah
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
Kissin’ and touchin’, when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

[Intro]
All night long
You wanted me to love…

Do you remember when we both locked eyes?
I remember us before the lies
You remember all the shit I said
I remember all that did you right
Look at us now (I’m gettin’ money)
You my ride or die, yeah

[Outro]
All night long
You wanted me to love…

[Intro]
Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna make it
Everybody tryna get somewhere
Everybody wants attention
Want you to know that they’re standing right there
So many stars, they just wanna be up there with them
So they can shine bright and show the world how they fit in
They want their name in the lights
Wanna be on your flatscreen
They wanna sign autographs, all the important things

[Chorus]
Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain’t worried ’bout who they steppin’ on, no
Just as long as they race the top
They don’t wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous
Ooh, they just wanna be famous

[Verse 2]
Everybody wants to be accepted
Accepted by all of your love
Just a couple likes from you (you)
Will be more than enough
They don’t wanna work all day, they wanna make it overnight
Just to look good in public until they spend their last dimes

[Chorus]
‘Cause everybody wants to be famous, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain’t worried ’bout who they steppin’ on, no
Just as long as they race the top
They don’t wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous (wanna be famous)
Ooh, they just wanna be famous (anyway, anyhow)

[Outro]
They just wanna be around
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Still wanna be famous
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh

Pacin’ back and forth in my mind
Thinkin’ is it really worth it sometimes, ooh
You know it get hard when I’m four drinks in
I just do too much
Now I gotta live with my decisions
I avoid none, yeah
Can’t deny what a body wants, ooh
Can’t deny what a body needs, mmm

And when does the story end?
The life you lead is the legacy you leave
My eulogy was read by a stranger
Full of love, but with misplaced anger
I never knew I inspired you
Just breathe
Life is too short
Enjoy this moment

They hate me ’cause I’m positive
Their negativity multiplies and the result is still positive
Tell your story before they do
Here’s to celebrate the accomplishment that
They said we wouldn’t make it but they have to keep watching it
I’m the greatest and I know that
I’m the greatest and I own that
I’m the greatest and I’ve shown that

This is my story
But where does it end?
The life you lead is the legacy you leave
My eulogy was read by a stranger
Full of love, but with misplaced anger
I never knew I inspired you

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