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[Intro]
Woah, woah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh

[Verse 1]
They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be shit
Family doubted, I couldn’t believe
I had to focus and better myself
Fightin’ anxiety, smokin’ these trees
I got caught up tryna run up a juug
Locked me up, felt like I’m never gon’ leave
Life is so rough, you ain’t show me no love
Time to be selfish and focus on me
Niggas tried tell me I wasn’t gon’ win
They tried to knock me up off of my grind
Ain’t motivated, then get out my face
Negative energy, left it behind
I made a promise, my niggas gon’ ball
Judges can’t hold me to finish this time
Gotta stay toe, we ain’t never gon’ fold
Smelly ain’t here, but for him we gon’ shine

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes
AP, no Jane, bro made a hundred off ‘caine
VVS diamonds, my chains
Everything changed, lifestyle just won’t be the same
Mama know this year my time
Low on my mind, I can’t let up off the grind
I won’t leave no one behind
We finna shine, listen, just give me some time

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way

[Verse 3]
Mama know that I’m a bright kid, only eighteen
Always knew that I would get here, had a bright dream
Now I’m headed to the top now, me and my team
We’re no longer on the block now movin’ ice cream
Feedin’ into the bullshit, I gotta stop that
And I can’t fuck a bitch if her shit is not fat
And I’m cruisin’ through my city, finna push the top back
And AMIRI on my waist, so I keep the strap back
You don’t really want smoke

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game (No, no, no-no)
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain (No, no, no-no)
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way (No, no, no, no)

[Outro]
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

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[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, gotta throw it down

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know what time it is)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
What you know about this? This before your time
I used to two-step in the 019
I always been fine, this is not new wine
I just happened to find a way to live my whole life in my prime
Side niggas don’t look this good, can’t cook this good
Can’t fuck this good, can’t get right
You send him to the store and forget that he left
You send me to the store, I come back with a chef
I’ll come back out of breath
While your side nigga sittin’ at the club with a booty on his chin like a cleft
I don’t never want two that’s the same as the next
I made the three more famous than Steph
No cap, that’s a roundhouse kick to a Jameson’s neck
I got a Jada Pinkett keeping sure my shame is in check
Cross-legged in the dojo, my master, mentor
Side chicks can’t take out splinters
Side chicks make they Kool-Aid with Splenda
Side chicks can’t come to Auntie Linda’s house
They gon’ send her off, they gon’ send her out
To buy more things that they hid in the couch
Don’t you know that side niggas can’t cop no Tesla?
Pull up in a ring like wrestlers
Pop out at the soccer game with the VVS’s and a bunch of snacks
Model X Falcon, backseat, doing jumping jacks
20-1-9, I want it one of a kind
2020, I’ma be ahead of my time
Twenty thousand leagues, the biggest fish in the pond
But if you never go fishing, it’s something you’ll never find

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Verse 2: Smino]
I know some shawties that’ll blast for me over blasphemy
And throw that ass for me, show my last to sleep
Huh, slow motion so I had to see
Before you start, fill my glass, wipe my glasses
I love her passion, ooh (Sweet)
I drunk her passionfruit (Sweet)
I’m runnin’ through your organs like when I pass the hoop
I wanna pass the ball, I don’t pass the ball
I’m Kobe, baby, I ate it up
I ain’t ate all month, you lookin’ like a plate of lunch
Sentiment was edgy if she let her get stoned
Almost fell in love, I hurt my heart from these songs
Terminally known, she can feel it in the stones
Huh, now she giving me ultimatums
I told her I hate tomatoes, some chances, I gotta take ’em
I can’t see for the life of me
Why all these hoes like me when I got wifey?
Side chicks can’t do flat twists
Bet a dollar you could buy me a Brisk (Yeah, yeah)
Side chicks can’t cook no grits
Grits, nigga, grits

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Forever and ever)
We can be (Eternal), eternal (Eternal, baby, we can be eternal, baby)

[Refrain: Chance the Rapper]
Side chicks can’t dance like this, uh
Side niggas can’t dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can’t step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can’t stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Oh yeah

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[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big Boat, Big Boat, King Boat (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ayy I do not want no Aventador (No)
I might go run for the senator (Yeah)
None of these pussy ass rap niggas never ever been my mentor (Fuck no)
These niggas hard on the internet (Soulja)
These niggas take pictures when they rock charterjets
I don’t take pictures, just do it (Like Nike)
Didn’t have to say it, you knew it (You did)
Shout out to 21 gang (21 gang, 21)
Look at my chain, VVS diamonds, they bling, they blaow, they blang
My ring, my watch, my rings
Cost something, the price was insane
How did you do it, how did you do it?
Follow vermons in the Buick
Record so the city can view it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Big Boat, Big Boat, King Boat (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah, put some respect on my name (21)
Put some respect on my gang (21)
Put some respect on my chain (Chain)
Put some respect on my aim (My aim)
Put some respect on my aim
My shooters, they pull up and shoot at your brain (Vrrah)
Put some respect on my Pyrex, nigga, I’m cooking cocaine (Skrrt)
Put some respect on my Instagram, I know your bitch wanna fuck for the fame (21)
Put some respect on my shoes ’cause the bottom look like I done stepped in some paint (Loubs)
Poured up, told the pharmacist put some respect on my pain (Syrup)
You know I got a lot of money, ho, put some respect on my bank (Commas)
Get on your knees, bitch, Young Savage put respect on her face, eugh, aight

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Respect on my name)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Since they went, I had come up in the game
These niggas throw dirt on my name, huh (Fuck ’em)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Yeah)
Put some respect on my name (Yeah, Boat)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Bitch)
Put some respect on my name
Put some respect on my name, nigga
Put some respect on my name (Respect it, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name, nigga (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh)
Put some respect on my name

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[Intro]
Oh oh (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Woah bitch woah damn
Oh oh (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD

[Verse 1]
Maryjane and molly all the time (Yeah yeah yeah)
Percocets and lean cross my mind (Yeah yeah yeah)
Bad lil’ bitch with a tat on her spine (Bad)
Really really wanna get behind (Smash smash smash)
Took her to my lair, in the Himalayas (Uh uh, yeah)
.40 like its Halo, bitch I’m a slayer (Uh uh, bitch)
This is not an Xbox, but I’m still a player (Uh uh, yeah)
But I ain’t playing games with ya (Uh uh, real life take her)
Got yo’ girl I real life take her
Turn her over then I’ll back break her
Nigga you my son like I’m Darth Vader
Told my homie shoot first talk later

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Yeah yeah)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Yeah yeah yeah)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home (Bitch yeah)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party, 999)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show (Freak show, woah)
Ain’t been here for long just a week though (Just a week, oh)
Took ’em in they said they need a new home (Need a new home)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Juice WRLD)

[Verse 2]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Yeah yeah)
We in different places we in two worlds (We in two yeah)
Why have one when you can have two girls (Why)
Why have gold when you can have diamonds and pearls (Gleam)
VVS on my wrist don’t ask the price you can’t afford it (Yeah, bitch)
Matter fact if I take my shoes and sell them that’s your mortgage (Yeah, bitch)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, the police scrambling, Law & Order (Gra gra, bitch)
But he still taking pounds from the plugs leaving quarters (Trap)
Rich as fuck, what the fuck is a quarter (Fuck is a quarter, nigga?)
She swallowed my kids, what the fuck is a daughter (Fuck is a daughter, nigga?)
G Money telling me to go harder (Gang gang gang)
I’ma start walking on water
Told my mom I’m getting rich so I get me a crib up in the forest
Crib finna be so big they gon’ have that shit on Dora the Explorer (Yeah)
And then when I have kids they gon’ be rich, ain’t no unemployment (Yeah)
And if a nigga get in the way we kill him, he so unimportant (Gra gra, bitch)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Freak show)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Like a week, oh)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)

[Outro]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

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[Intro: Lucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, I told her
Hey, ayy, hey
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
(Mike Will made it)
(Go, go)

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw
I ain’t gettin’ inside no car [?], no way
I’m big dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog
Ain’t [?], no way, no way
She come around-round-round-round-round-round
All she wanna do is fuck and watch, she watch it
I’m so-so-so-so-so-so-so
[?] with my bro last night, she’s a thotty
Ayy, they need to thotty dance, make me a thotty dance
She could never be mine, she loud as a ambulance
I go brazy, I go Taliban
Tell ’em man, I’m the real man, I’m not that other man
Hey, I’m not sweet, I’m not no sucker, man
I’m on that bitch like I’m a cover, man
I feel like these bitches owe me like the government
Me and Lucci got two twins like we [?]

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 2: Offset]
Oh no-no-no-no-no-no
I made a million, honest I ain’t ever sell my soul
Count the bankroll, I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch
Cause them hoes come and go
I’m just tryna hit your camel toe
Get low like you do the tootsie roll
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with these niggas
Lamborghini, lift the doors on these niggas
Try me, then my trigger finger start itchin’
I know you trickin’, got a lot of miles on your engine
Made a million, make a million more
Hoppin’ out the ‘Rari, plenty love
I’m shittin’ on you niggas, toilet bowl

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

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[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me (Remind me)
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 1: NAV]
I changed my life (I changed my life)
‘Cause I sacrificed, nightmares in the day (In the day)
Sleepless nights (In the night)
‘Cause I paid the price, so talk to me nice
I need me those, (Pradas) in my size (Yeah)
Like I meditate, got my mind straight (Straight)
Dodging all the hate (Hate)
Watch me elevate
Going state to state (State to state)
Pockets overweight (Overweight)
I ain’t leavin’ my place (Leavin’ my place)
Tell her go close my safe (Oh-oh)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
In the system (Skitch), they couldn’t find me (Couldn’t find me)
A hunnit and ten somethin’ (Skrrt skrrt)
On my timepiece (On my timepiece)
You think you slick ho? (Slick ho)
You think you slimy (Slimy)
I’m with them a-holes (A-Holes)
My killers grimy (Grimy)
My first time coming out with this music, ain’t get no love (Get no love)
Now I really had to make it out on my own, won’t hold no grudge (No grudge)
And I had stop sippin’ that purple, ’cause I don’t want no pudge
They said I’d retaliate off this bullshit, I’m like “So what?”
I just bought four rings, I’m a king (I’m a king)
And I gotta go all out when I do my thing (I do my thing, tell ’em)
These not SI, they VV’S
Free my guys, I ain’t gon lie, I spent 2k on TV (TVs)
Oh, you think you a gangster, and you don’t bleed bleed
And you’re the one that coughed her, know she do weed weed
And I know you ain’t mean it
Put the stash in the demon
Low-income apartments
Bankroll was decent (Bankroll was decent, yeah)
Oh, you rockin’ them Yeezys now?
You saying you don’t need me now
All these niggas, they believe me now
Them diamonds Fiji now
Two perc 30’s don’t get me high (Don’t get me high)
X pills I need ’em now
Knew lil’ bitch got her titties done (Oh she think she fire)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 1: Preme]
Pull up in the Maybach
CJ with me looking hella tipsy
White girl with me and the molly got her dancing hella Brittany
1400 hoodie on, red, looking hella trippy
Bobby Shmurda niggas
Houston bitches with me on that Whitney ouu
I came out the coldest city with the hottest bitch
I pull up popping at these niggas if they popping shit
Them bitches tryna fall in love and trying to fall in rich
She got it going brush her teeth before she suck my dick
My dog want that payback and I might have to OK that
Pull up on that clown and pull them down cause my homie don’t play that
Mobbing deep, give them hell on earth
I come from the dirt
Get yo merked, ain’t talking water guns, but all them choppers squirt

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, black and yellow, with the pedal
Getting rich, but from the ghetto
Took off to another level
Been to war, I got the medals
Different flows, I got several
Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors
Never let a nigga pose
If it’s fine with you
Then it’s fine with me
If you never try you never find out how real it could be
Got your girls with you
Got my niggas with me
Spend it all and get it back
Being broke is just a memory
Yeah, every-time I hit the club with her we be turning heads
I put numbers on the board
Smell the KK when I’m bored
Private jet, when I board
Give respect across the board
Get a check, when I go
We pull up bitch, we don’t troll

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’

[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”

[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

[Intro]
Sweatin’ bullets boy

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 1]
I heard that yo nigga was a loser
I don’t fuck with school, I’m Ferris Bueller
Fuck with me, I’m finna get my ruger
Pretty nigga, but I still be that shooter
Bad bitch look like she at Hooters
Glock clip lookin’ like a ruler
I don’t give a fuck if I lose her
I’m finessin bitches, damn I had to fool her
Woah, time to switch my flow, yeah
I be switchin’ hoes, yeah
Had to let em know, yeah
Had to let em go, yeah
I got big guns, lookin’ like it’s G.I. Joe
Run up on me, dumb mama, let that Nina blow yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 2]
Surfin’ on yo bitch, it got me wavy
Red bottom boolin’ got me brazy
Finna come and take yo little lady
I’ma fuck that bitch and she gon’ pay me
Gold grill flossin, got me pretty
Told that bitch, I never walk, I run the city
Keep a couple real killers, they be with me
Down to shoot a nigga in his kidney
Hey, what, I just be fuckin’ that bitch again
Nigga I’m tryna get rich again, yeah
That’s how I live again, yeah
Run in yo crib again, put the pistol to yo kids again, yeah
I’m finna get it in, money on me so you know I’ma spend, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks

[Intro: Mark]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Mark, Taeyong]
I like shining, you be lyin’
I be grindin’, you waste time
Know you wanna roll with me
‘Cause you know I put it down
When I show up, I’m the one and only
No, no, no (No, no)
Yeah, pull up in the Jag
Haters gon’ be mad

[Verse 2: Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Mark, Taeyong]
I’ve been walkin’ with the cheese, that’s that queso (Queso, queso)
Diamonds drippin’, better bring your raincoat (Splash)
I got them racks on me (On me)
I brought the whole lit team with me
I might pull up in a spaceship
Hop out it, don’t look like I live here

[Pre-Chorus: Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Mark]
And now we in the zone (Oh)
Stand too close, might catch a cold
Crib came with a gate and a code
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drippin’ water faucets, splash (Splash)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah!
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Verse 3: Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Mark, Haechan, WinWin, Doyoung, Taeil]
I am too rich to compete, so don’t compare to me (Yeah, yeah)
We are not the same, only one of me (Hey, hey)
Hop out the coupe, the sky’s the roof (Roof)
My whole team ball (Ball)
We never lose, hundreds all blue (Hundreds)
We do what we do (Ball)
Poppin’ out casket-fresh, lookin’ like a fashion show (Ayy)
Diamonds all on my neck, lookin’ like a water show (Ayy, let’s go)
Bust it, bust it, bust it, for a real one
We gon’ bring up the car
One way, no stop, to the stars (Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Coupe fly, Dubai
Know it ain’t two sides, too high
One way to Mars, you better watch yourself
I did it all by myself (Go!)

[Pre-Chorus: Yuta, WinWin, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny]
And now we in the zone (Ice, ice)
Stand too close, might catch a cold (Stand too close)
Crib came with a gate and a code (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, drippin’ water faucets, splash

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular (brrrah!)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Bridge: Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Taeil]
Multi-color diamonds like the rainbow (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
B-L -ind your eyes 번져 눈부셔
Yeah 자체발광 we flash 주체안돼 let’s dance
Yeah, this isn’t real, this is a regular move
머리 어깨 무릎발 무릎발, let’s get fast
Oh!
Oh! (Oh)
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Run it up)
No competition in front of us
We got the wave, we getting paid (Oh)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made millions on me, but I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Outro: Taeyong]
Regular

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
My momma told me gotta keep that pole on me
‘Case a nigga try to up that score on me
I just hope my down bitch never fold on me
It been feelin’ like the devil got a hold on me
Always see you talk a lot, but you ain’t really ’bout it
VVS’s on my neck, I be really countin’
Always say how they gon’ slide, but I really doubt it
I been cryin’ for so long, I’m so sick and tired
‘Cause baby I don’t wanna hurt no more
Lately I been gone on tour
But when I’m back home it’s still the same shit
Posted on that block, late night tryna flame shit
And you claimin’ that you real, but I’m knowin’ that you ain’t
Knowin’ that you ain’t, I just hope my problems fade
Hope they fly away, I just hope the Lord let me see another day
And the Lord I pray

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I been feelin’ so betrayed since I came on
Niggas say they keep that shit 1,000 they gon’ change though
And I can’t go nowhere without it, gotta keep that 4-5
I’m feelin’, just let me G I’m a young fly fly
They just wanna ride my wave, for the cameras and the fame
But I’m like, “Where the fuck was you when I was locked up in them chains?”
When I was walkin’ through the rain
All these rappers be cappin’ it’s real stories not all watches and chains
I’m poppin’ Percocets and pourin’ up drank
I’m tryna ease all the pain
I’m in the Wraith on the interstate steady switchin’ these lanes
My youngin’ totin’ the 30 ‘K and he throwin’ up gang
I’m ridin’ round wit’ a .38, when I shoot it spit flames
Would you rock and roll wit’ me? No Elvis Presley
I gotta keep that pole wit’ me that’s a brand new XD
Deep in these skreets so my girl feelin’ like that I won’t make it far
But listen baby

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Outro: Al Green]
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly, 24hrs & Hit-Boy]
Twentyfour
Hold up
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top (whew)
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hold up
I don’t need, I don’t need love
I just need three in the tub (three)
Give me good weed and some rub, yeah
Scrape up em’ knees on the rug, yeah
Ain’t gone show you no love, no
You say my name you a dub, no
Picked her up from the islands
She say “Twenty you wildin’”
Ayy, stayed up, can’t sleep
Couple chickenheads it’s a eight piece
Girls in the cars all topless
Rock God I was born in a moshpit, ungh

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Piped up and I can’t stop it
Bang twenty bitches and pop it
Record label thinks I’m crazy
Showed up with the thing, no safety
You can’t take me out the hood, don’t fake me
Hundred twenty air fee have AC
Hundred square feet to a hundred K fee
If you ain’t noticed I don’t give much of a fuck lately (ay!)
Don’t you ever try my life
VVS diamonds, my eyes
Brand new Range Rov’ black
She can’t never come back

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy

[Verse]
Young Draco nigga, you know I’m real nigga
I slide in that Bentley, they think I’m drug dealer
Jump out the top and my young nigga flip the switch
Quarter million in one day just to be specific
Fuck with Draco nigga I empty the clip
Had to go run it up, trappin’ through the 6
Hop out the Rari, I look like the man
Round 250,000 on my Instagram
Look at it bitch, she staring, she my biggest fan
Whippin’ my wrist in the pot like a ceiling fan
Who is him? I ain’t ever heard of him
Make the wrong move then you know Draco’s shoota gon murder him
Hop in the Lamborghini then I swerve on ’em
Junkie hit my front door, know what I’m servin’ him
Front door back door, with the draco
Front door back door, front door back door
Trappin’ a nigga runnin’ up them pesos
Call up my plug he gon pull up with a whole case load
Stackin’ up M&M’s just like they Lego’s
Call up my shooters, they shoot when I say so
Fuck with Lil Soulja, I’m sprayin’ with the draco
Servin’ the junkies, run up a bankroll
Ballin’ on niggas, I sprained my ankle
Ran up them M’s, nigga I got pesos
Fuck with the gang and we shootin’ shit up
Fuck on yo bitch, you know what’s up
I do a show, I’m on a tour bus
I’m in LA, now I’m up in New York
Fifty thousand in one day, that’s just Soulja
Young nigga puttin’ them bricks in a Rover
VVS diamonds, they come out the water
Young Draco nigga, I’m fuckin’ yo daughter
Young Draco nigga, Ferrari the sport
Young Draco nigga trappin fuck nigga, come place yo order
Titanic my chain, put it in the water
VVS Audemars look like some coke
Young Draco pull up shootin’ shit at that Madi Gras
I take a brick, ship it to Panama
100 bricks, put it in my momma house
Whip out that draco like what they talkin’ bout?

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

[Hook]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah?

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Bitch wanna roast me
Cuz I got a xbox one
I don’t even have no games
All I play is gta
My nigga got Franklin dick
Livin in a franklin crib
I’ma get frank lil bitch
Why you on my frank like this
Bitch I’m annual flossing
VVS
Yeah I play animal crossing
Gamecube, 3DS
I ain’t ever been poor
Used to play sims 4
Put a lil wall round niggas
Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool

I don’t play fortnite fuck that
Chun li when I street Fight
Bust back
You ain’t got combos whats that
Rock bitches on mortal kombat
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme
Merk bitches on ssx
Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah
Mic check em like test test test
I remember my downward spiral
Back when I was playin Spyro
When I never went out n lied low
Way before my lil ass went viral

Super smash bros
You so ass though
Prolly pick Kirby
So you don’t get smashed on!

[Pre-Hook]
Shake that ass hoe (4x)
Can I get a hell yeah?

[Hook 2]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeaaaah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeaaaah?
Can, can, can, can, can, can, can….
(Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…)

Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Master of my craft never played minecraft
Look how my mind crafts things
Be on my halo tings
Look at my sonic rings
Ahooga don’t push me
I hadouken
Hear the “toasty”?
Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy
I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie
Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo
Then spend every penny of his bands and loot
Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot
Wawawawawawa what u wanna do?

Yo, Can I get it, get it yah

[Hook 3]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Oh yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh)
…*mumbling* hell yeah, yeah
(Ho yeah)

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yah, yah!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Yeah yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Ha, oh yeahhh)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

(feat. Alkaline)

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I want you to be my bitch
I don’t want you to be my friend
I just got to let you know
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I hope it never ever ever ends
I just wanted you to be my bitch
I just got to let you know

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Didn’t want to tell you “I told you” but look, I told you
I was feelin’ your picture, so yeah I wrote you
Girl, I don’t want your number, I want your social
We can get money together, girl I can show you
Tell me whatever you want and I won’t expose you
Bring another girl over that we can both do
Girl she can eat it up, eat it up like it’s soul food
I could get fly any weather, pull up in snow shoes
I could get fly any weather, pull up in snow shoes
Gucci hat, Gucci sweater, I’m feelin’ so cool
Before I flooded the Bezel that shit was rose gold
It was a time when the money was movin’ so slow
I give the lawyer my money until the case close
It’s whatever, my niggas gon’ let that thing go
VVS’s, they glitter up like a rainbow
VVS’s, they glitter up like a rainbow

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I want you to be my bitch
I don’t want you to be my friend
I just got to let you know
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I hope it never ever ever ends
I just wanted you to be my bitch
I just got to let you know

[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Check out dem levels yah we no see each other regular
Cause she come from a different side of world
Me come from Nebula
Two different schedules
Phone talking pon di cellular
Someting in the back ah mih mind, side ah mih medulla
Tell me say dah lifestyle yah nuh fit you, you nuh ready fah girl
All the consequences weh come when you deh wid a world star artiste/You n’haffi talk it”
Hope you find somebody that can your booty the way it deserve
I’m not Pinnochio, sorry I’m not no Romeo
She want me fi herself but she haffi know that’s not the way it goes
Me a try to be a better man but it might take a while
Take it easy with me, ‘member we young and we still a grow
All if you get a man, and get a family/Make sure you tell the boy da pussy deh still a fi mi
Sorry if I let you down
Sorry if I never listen
But either way mi deh ina mi zone

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I been feelin’ so nonchalant (nonchalant)
And I want you to be my bitch (my bitch)
I don’t want you to be my friend
I just got to let you know
I been feelin’ so nonchalant (nonchalant)
And I hope it never ever ever ends
I just wanted you to be my bitch (bitch)
I just got to let you know

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my
I been feelin’ so nonchalant

(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. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck niggas keep fakin’, you keep hatin’ with your bitch ass
I’ma count these hundreds while I’m smackin’ on your bitch ass
All hunnids they blue, ooh, stuntin’ with my rich ass
My Rollie never tickin’ and my boys they all are hitmen
Stay drippin’ this swag, VVS that’s what I’m drippin’
Rari yeah I’m dippin’
You can’t see up in my whip ’cause all my windows tinted
Got your little bitch all up in it
No this not a rented, it say 200 the limit
Bitch I went 205, you get money that’s a lie, uh
Cartier diamond on my eye, talk too slick get fired, uh
I put that right on my guys, pull up, oh my God, yeah
Only hit that little bitch twice, put that on my life, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi ’cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Covered in Givenchy
Chains on me not rented
Ain’t no cap, not kill
Lately, I been trendin’
Straight out the north, I got racks in the boat
I came from rags to riches(straight out that ?)
I live what I talk and you know that I’m with it
You little niggas know I ain’t kiddin’
Brand new white coat (mink coat), all white tiger no snow(no snow)
Ice on my neck and it’s froze(and it’s froze)
I got 20 more chains than a hoe(hoe)
No relations I ain’t trustin’ these hoes(no, no)
‘less I fuck on her then she could go(she could go)
What’s wrong with me, don’t know(don’t know)
Open a pint then I pour me a 4
I called the bank and ordered me a hunnid bands
These hoes be irkin’ all that fake shit I can’t stand
New niggas hatin’ on the low they really fans
I want the ‘Rari but I really want the Lamb

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, yeah I’m too official
On the real, when you was gone, you probably thought I missed you
If you ever cry use, these hundreds as a tissue
So basically what I’m saying money is the main issue
Diamonds on my hand, I’ma count these bands
I don’t want that little bitch, she got a man
New house got land, blue rubberbands
Yeah my diamonds, they be water like a dam

[Intro]
Know im sayin’
This that new wave shit know what im sayin’
This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what i’m saying, free the gang)

[Verse 1]
Im smoking loud this that moonrock
They tryna sue cause i’m gettin’ paper
I dropped out of school and get no education
My momma she happy cause I finally made it
She living better [?] is full
Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
With an AP today tomorrow switch it up
Honeycomb diamonds VVS’s cut
Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
I took me a break, don’t mean i’m getting rusty
I’m gaining this weight they say i’m getting husty
I stand on front line I’m all about the [?]
I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
Stand in the glizzy shoot til’ it’s empty
I come from the projects jumping over fences
I found me a plug and went and made a killing
I think we in love we shoot his ass and children
Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin
I think im the plate I need to reinvent me
I handle my business now i’m worth some millions
Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
Them niggas weren’t fucking with me they weren’t friendly
If you went with me back then then you ain’t seeing no [?]
We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
Real dope boy I ain’t nothing’ like the weirdos
Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
It cost a lil more when it’s real gold
We already up keep the field goal
Remember that day that I lost all that cake

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new J’s
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out a bando
Servin’ out a window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent for
Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’s in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain
Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ the name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Do anything to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Chorus]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doing shit that they wishing they could
I’m the first one, brought my Wraith through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz “beep, beep” when it back in
Real street niggas buyin’ bags with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Chrous]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the “d” in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That Draco, that Draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
Strapped

(feat. Gunna)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We just be balling like Odell
I got your hoe on my coat tail
She in her feeling but oh well
We got em pants from wholesale
Running through thots in the hotel
Give em couple of hundreds for toe nails
Only time I’m crowdin (?)
They can say it was vacuum sealed with no smell
I was sitting in jail with no bail
I was sitting in prison getting no mail
My nigga switching up on me I don’t care
They got jack shit on him he won’t tell
06 Vette, ridin the fast lane (?)
Im on that red
Pourin it up with most disrespect
Forgiato on my cars now
I been fuckin round with the stars now
5 stars for my lineup
Give these nigga a chance but they time us
Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up
In the spot hundred dollars the lineup
Only big homie niggas can line us
Stickin dick in this bitch cause she fine

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t stop the money keep calling
VVS on my collar
Caught a body trying to dead (?)
Way she suck she a head doctor
Diggin in I got her legs lockin
Super trendy got Chanel stockings
I ain’t never had to fantasize
YSL we come and change the climate
Rode with twenty thousand one out of Onyx
(?)
I got shooters in the trunk right behind me
I got spots like a cheetah won’t find me
Young Gunna fell in love with these diamonds
Pressure god only rocking the finest
I done told you the crew almighty
It’s my time I gotta remind you
If you my dog I gotta ride with you
I got you dog on whatever the issue
Free my dogs out of prison I miss you
Fuck the laws and whoever against
Know the plug I don’t go through the middle
Showing love it could all be so simple
I’m a giant remember I used to be little
Getting paid, I don’t need no credentials

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I got I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Intro]
Fuck her in my Rollie
Fuck her in my Rollie
I’ma fuck her in my Rollie, 21
Fuck her in a Rover
Fuck her in a Rover
I’ma fuck her in a Rover, 21
Bend the bitch over, Bend the bitch over
I’ma bend the bitch over
Fuck her on a sofa, fuck her on a sofa
I’ma fuck her on the sofa

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

[Verse 1]
I’m in diamond district ’bout to buy a new watch
I’m fuckin’ on a model and we ridin’ a yacht
They like “Savage, boy you came a long way from that pot”
I’m still a street nigga so I keep me a Glock
I made it off the block, bitch I beat the statistics
I told that bitch I got a bitch so don’t you leave me with hickeys
Bitch I’m on them Percs, got me twitchin’ and itchin’
Drinkin’ all this syrup, I’m bout to fuck up my kidneys
Young Savage, I get high just like Bobby and Whitney
And plus I’m rich bitch, I ain’t gon’ need me no pension
I walk off in a room, I be feelin’ the tension
I swear these niggas like hoes, all that whinin’ and bitchin’

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

[Verse 2]
I’ma count a lot of cash
Smoke a lot of gas
I’ma count a lot of racks
Walk around with straps
Walk around with MACS
I’ma walk around with MACS
All my niggas blood
All my niggas blat
All my niggas blat
All my niggas pull up on the scene in that motherfucker bloody, leave a pussy nigga whacked
21 Gang, Slaughter Gang, Murder Gang
PDE Magnolia thing, niggas can’t hang with the gang
You niggas can’t walk round with chains
We snatchin’ your chains
Snatchin’ your stain
We snatchin’ your main
Fuck on your main
She gon’ fuck on the gang
And kickin’ her out
Put that dick all in her mouth
I just might fuck on your spouse
I just might nut on her blouse
Diamonds on me water, whew
I’m a dog, bitch woof
I got golds on my tooth
24 on my tooth
Fuck her till that pussy loose
Bout my check nigga, swoosh
Scrapped up in the booth
Scrapped in the coupe
I’m scrapped up in the club
I can’t show these niggas love
You a bum, you, you wearin’ Lugs
All my crips screamin’ cuz

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

[Intro]
Savage
21 Savage, the one and only
How it feel to be a real nigga man
21

[Verse 1]
The same niggas doubted me
Now they tryna hang around a nigga
Ain’t got none’ but bullets for you nigga
I feel like a bully to you nigga
I ain’t countin’ none’ but hundreds nigga
Ain’t none’ but mud in my stomach nigga
I kept it real with a lot of niggas
Ain’t gotta deal with a lot of niggas
I ain’t sign no deal, I can’t lie to niggas
So they don’t treat me like I’m poppin’, nigga
I kept it trill with all the trill niggas
I get accepted by the real niggas
I was raised to be a real nigga
Every nigga ’round me like to kill niggas
Red bottoms on a real nigga
She tryna suck it through the Hilfigers

[Hook]
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga

[Verse 2]
How it feel to be a real nigga
Bronx niggas say I’m ill nigga
Auto came, had to let it go
Now it ain’t no place I can’t go
Watch me thumb through that bankroll
Ain’t no ones in this bankroll
Ain’t none’ but blues in this bitch, nigga
On boulevard with the crips, nigga
She got an ass but her titties little
But I hope she brought her sister with her
Cause you know I got a gang with me
You know ain’t a damn thang changed with me
Got them VVS’s on me now
Got them VVS’s on me now
Look at my watch, this shit done cost a house
You talkin’ to a boss, please watch your mouth
That boy came a long way, didn’t he?
Yeah I came a long way, didn’t he?
That boy came a long way, didn’t he?
Now I’m ballin’, Hardaway, Penny

[Hook]
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga
How it feel to be a real nigga, how it feel to be a real nigga

[NOT FULL]

[Intro]
Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah
Oooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu

[Chorus]
You ain’t livin’ life like me
Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans (yeah)
VVS diamonds drippin’ on my ring
Spend half a mil’ on jewelry, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me (ouu)
You ain’t livin’ life like me (brr)
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah

You ain’t livin’ life like me
Walk with a hundred bands in my jeans
VVS diamonds drippin’ on my ring
Spend half a mil’ on jewelry, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah
You ain’t livin’ life like me, yeah

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

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