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Play this song

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
This ain’t new to ya
You know what I wanna do to ya
Got enough juice for the two of ya
You wan’ fuck, I wan’ fuck
I guess that makes two of us
Soco, baby
She won’t give me this hotel, baby
I wan give her this wholesale, baby
I gotta let you know though, baby
I’m not that used to ya
I want you to boost it up
Coco, baby
I gotta see you go, go baby

[Refrain: Tory Lanez]
It takes some lovin’ to get you
Love when I get you
I hope my lovin’ affects you
Touch and caress you

[Bridge: Tory Lanez]
You know what I mean
Oh, they know what I mean, yeah

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Soco, soco, baby
Let’s go loco, baby
XO when she text me
Ooh, nah-nah-nah-nah, she sexy
Soco, soco, baby
Let’s go loco, baby
XO when she text me
Ooh, nah-nah-nah-nah, she sexy

[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ooh my, she fire
Ooh, when she dance, she fire
Ooh, if you can stand, she fire
I wanna slide me inside her
Ooh my, she fire
Ooh, when she dance, she fire
Ooh, if you can stand, she fire
I wanna slide me inside her

[Bridge 2: Tory Lanez]
You gettin’ all the yeses outta me, yeah
You want us to undress and I guess we ought to be, yeah

[Verse 2: Melii]
This ain’t new to ya
All I want to do to ya
Baby, it makes two of us
I get when we fuckin’, baby
Fire, fire, no-no-nah-nah, it’s fire, fire
Got you fuckin’ on fire, fire
Let the drugs get you higher and higher
You come down, come down
Got you fucked up in the head when I put it down
I just hope you keep it low when I come around
Baby I be on the go, can you love me now?

[Refrain: Tory Lanez]
It takes some lovin’ to get you
Love when I get you
I hope my lovin’ affects you
Touch and caress you

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
Give me love don’t stop
Coke on our stuff
Shut off the flame and cook up the top
Shoulda called me baby
I’m fallin’ for her crazy
Give me love don’t stop
Coke on our stuff
Shut off the flame and cook up the top
Shoulda called me baby
I’m fallin’ for her crazy
Tic and toc don’t have to find luck
Sniff and fuck, she pon’ the counter
Slow for me baby, one more for me, baby

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Soco, soco, baby
Let’s go loco, baby
XO when she text me
Ooh, nah-nah-nah-nah, she sexy
Soco, soco, baby
Let’s go loco, baby
XO when she text me
Ooh, nah-nah-nah-nah, she sexy

[Post-Chorus: Tory Lanez]
Ooh my, she fire
Ooh, when she dance, she fire
Ooh, if you can stand, she fire
I wanna slide me inside her
Ooh my, she fire
Ooh, when she dance, she fire
Ooh, if you can stand, she fire
I wanna slide me inside her

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[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don’t like taking chances, I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Gave into my thoughts, I can’t ignore these voices anymore
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin’ my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, “There they go”
The money goin’ where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon’ turn you vegetable

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Pillow-talking your business to these bitches, you ain’t one of us
Bitch start blowin’ me kisses when she heard me start my engine up
Ain’t granting none of her wishes just because I got my money up
Got a big bag, you don’t want smoke with us
Say you got money, you barely up
I’m givin’ bitches pity fucks
I get a check and fuck it up
Hundreds stacked tall as a monster truck
I be the last one acting tough
We gon’ shoot first and watch ’em duck
Been all in, I can call their bluff
Yeah, I done sold a lot of things but I would never sell my soul (My soul)
Diamonds biting and I got a Rollie yellow gold (It’s gold)
I am not lying in the stories that I told
I ain’t tryna fuck on a new bitch my bros don’t know

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don’t like taking chances, I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Give into my thoughts, I can’t ignore these voices any more
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin’ my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, “There they go”
The money goin’ where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon’ turn you vegetable

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
Pockets filled up with faces, I see dead people everywhere I go
Spend it but I work too hard just to waste it on a petty ho
Rockin’ my closet, I can’t tell you my favorite, I got plenty clothes
Got a big bag, got some bags of dope
I don’t do it myself, but I got some coke
Protect my wealth, gotta check for the pole
If rap don’t work, goin’ back to the bowl
Say you real, you ain’t solid though
Check the paperwork and you told
Yeah, grew up in the jungle now I’m leadin’ a pack of wolves
When we come around, all your bitches gettin’ took
All my haters keep getting madder, as they should
That’s a good indication that I’m doing good

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don’t like taking chances, I like fucking hoes I already know
Yeah, yeah
Give into my thoughts, I can’t ignore these voices any more
Pendant flooded with rocks, I like it better when my neck is cold
Birdies by the flock, chasin’ my crew everywhere we go
See them XO boys like, “There they go”
The money goin’ where they go
Lifestyle so impeccable
Diss, we gon’ turn you vegetable

Play this song

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, I been drinkin’ on Tuss, yeah
You gave this money to make him hush, yeah
I hit a shot before the shot clock
I spend a quarter on a watch (Quarter on a watch)
I drip my main bitch down in Ross
Put a side bitch in Gucci socks

[Verse 1: NAV]
I got my main bitch a Patek yeah (Patek)
Got my side bitch a Gucci watch (Oh-oh, yeah)
I spent a chicken on my neck, yeah (Yeah)
I’m watching all these birdies flock (Oh-oh-oh)
That ’63 cost me two hundred G’s (AMG)
I suggest that you should ride with me
Feels like my flaws are all you ever see (All you see)
Just take it easy, it ain’t easy being me (Yah)
Besides the money, what you want me for?
You got everything they got in store (You got everything)
But when you met me, said you didn’t want a penny
Blew a bag and bought you twenty

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I been drinkin’ on Tuss, yeah
You gave this money to make him hush, yeah
I hit a shot before the shot clock
I spend a quarter on a watch (Quarter on a watch)
I drip my main bitch down in Ross
Put a side bitch in Gucci socks

[Interlude: Young Thug]
People told me god damn, people told me
I was spendin’ too much money inside the club
And I told them, I don’t know what I gotta tell ’em, know what I’m sayin’?
I think it’s the high power drugs, know what I’m talkin’ bout?

[Verse 2: NAV]
Want to catch a XO vibe, well it’s fine by me
Gotta give your phone up, you gotta show ID (XO)
There’s not a lot of bitches that would stand by me
So there’s not a lot of bitches that could stand by me
Soon as I find a girl that get along with me
I’ma fill her bag with hundreds and a lot of twenties
I bought you Gucci Joggers and they got a lil’ crease
The Prada jogger suit cost twelve Tech-Fleece
Fuck you face to face so I could feel your heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Say you want to see me
I could fly you out, I’ll put you on the next seat

[Outro: Young Thug]
And you know everything on me
You got some high Chanel boots on you
You look just like my rich auntie
She was the first person wearing Blondie
I used to want to fuck my auntie
They used to call her key girl
She sold bricks and she a low key murderer
I been drinkin’ on Tuss

[Verse 1]
No question, ima ride out for my bros
The money turned me to a savage on these hoes
I don’t need nobody, I could do this on my own
Fuck everybody, born alone and die alone
I got a cougar bitch and we get along
‘Cause my cougar bitch look like Nia Long
You can tell I’m gettin’ money ’bout what I got on
Supreme, Gucci, Louis, Fendi and some Saint-Laurent
No windows in the studio, don’t wanna see the sun
You know I’m killin’ shit on every beat I’m on
I might fall asleep and crash my car, I’m drivin’ home
30 milligrams, I’m focused, you can’t take me out my zone

[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell

[Verse 2]
You were always fake, you’ve been a phony, you was never real
I don’t want your love because I know it isn’t real
Please don’t try to hug ’cause me I don’t like how it feels
I was runnin’ out of patience, runnin’ out of pills
XO wanna sign me, ima sign a fuckin’ deal
They didn’t wanna let me in the club last year
Now it’s 30k every time I appear
I see a real one when I look inside the mirror
Had to face my demons, had to face all of my fears
They love a brown boy, that’s with the shits, the shit is rare
My shooter unpredictable, still gotta keep him near
We aimin’ for his head, won’t waste it in the air

[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness but I’m in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ this shit, both legs broke
Runnin’ round town, yeah they comin’ for my head though
Funny thing about it they don’t always see my head though
Schizo, maniac I’m fiendin’ to go klepto
So hands-on kinda hard for me to let go
Let go, stacking presidents like a LEGO
Would introduce you to my friends but they dead though
(Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, I’ma take it like a klepto
Anybody want it, they can get it, come correct though
Talk behind my back but when they see me it’s respect though
Still got the crown, so I never give a F though
Everything is wavy, I’ma hit ’em with the brush stroke
Then I’ma get high, I’ma get the best dope
Yeah, I make the rules, I ain’t following the dress code
I-I ain’t do the mess though, I’ma put a hex though
I-I ain’t with the hugs and kisses, don’t do the XO
Soon as the bell go ding-dong
I’ll be in the ring though, we can shoot cinco
Look at all these clowns, how they studying my lingo
Peaking out the window, but they never win though

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Came up out the mud, brush the dirt off of me
Going hard, hit them where it hurts, kill them softly
Bone stretch tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness but I’m in this shit for flesh
Talk reckless, coming for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ this shit, both legs broke
Runnin’ round town, yeah they comin’ for my head though
Funny thing about it they don’t always see my head though

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I’mma flex, yes, I’m the best, I’m the veteran (Yeah)
In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace (Woo)
In his head, neck, in his chest he gon’ catch a fist (Right)
I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless (Yeah)
In the ring, ain’t no fucking game, ain’t no Tetris
Hit him, bang, I’mma shake his brain, I’m gon’ never rest (Durrrr)
Man, I’m air, I’m the fucking champ, I can’t fail at this (Woo-woo)
Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip (Durrrr)
Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by the clique
Mo’ sex with the Rolex, come without a tip (Yeah)
Mo’ grip when the dough flip, gimme mo’ lick
Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil’ bitch
Getting fit, I’mma win the chip
Watch them catch a fit

(feat. NAV)

[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me, 20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days, no days off, and I maintain
Ballin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish), same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt), I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud, bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby, I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man, my little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones, my queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home, who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain jane
Me and Belly, XO, same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts and my chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsanne havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing, watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah

[Intro]
1, 2, 3

[Verse 1]
Yeah, she’s in love with the concept
As if we’re all just how she imagined
‘Cause we’re in love, I just don’t know it yet, huh
Well, tell me how am I supposed to see the magic?
‘Cause I don’t believe in it no more
But I won’t tell her
‘Cause I always imagined
It’s easier if she thinks she won
So I’mma let her, and she said

[Chorus]
“I don’t think I love you no more
You never seem to call me lately”
Girl, I don’t think you know me at all
‘Cause I never thought I’d have to say this
No I don’t love you, and I never did
Look at us burning down in flames for kicks
But just know
I’m not singing for your XO
I’m just singing ’cause it’s over

[Verse 2]
Came and went like the summer time
Was that a sunset or sunrise?
Looking back like, “Where’d the time go?”
So much for trying to keep this moving slow
‘Cause I don’t believe in her no more
But I remember

[Bridge]
How we talked shit like we knew what we wanted
I still remember what she said

[Chorus]
“I don’t think I love you no more
You never seem to call me lately”
But I don’t think she knew me at all
‘Cause I never thought I’d have to say this
But I’m no liar, and I never hid anything
You should’ve seen it coming to this
Just know
I’m not singing for an ex, though
I’m just singing ’cause it’s over, yeah

[Outro]
Girl I’m just singing
I’m just singing, yeah
I’m just singing ’cause it’s over

[Intro: NAV and Gunna]
Yo
Run that back, Turbo (run that back, Turbo, run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus: NAV and Gunna]
Ya
I told Gunna it’s your time to eat (eat)
These rappers cornballs they tellin’ lies on beats
Fuck a suit and tie, I got drip on me (me)
Bitch, we got mob ties better not flip on me (ya)
Bitch, we got frog eyes on that Bentley B (B)
I’m rocking minks and chinchillas to my knees
My brother NAV told me, “It’s our time to eat” (eat)
We got mob ties and you better not switch on me (ya)

[Verse 1: Gunna and NAV]
I cut my line, I can’t talk to you for free (no)
I got two shows and they both pay twenty a piece (show, show)
I had two hoes last night, sucking me to sleep (ya)
I pay her [?] for their presidential suite (ya)
I pay for everything, these bitches can’t call me cheap (no)
Buy my bitch a Rolex now I don’t hear her speak (no)
I know everything keep my ear to the streets (oh)
And every time I pop a seal , I’m payin’ a fee
I called my dentist told him put diamonds inside my teeth
My life high maintenance so my froyo come with speed (woah)
I cut the Plain Jane AP, it cost 40 Gs (cut the AP)
My drip is sane, it’s hard for me to get beached (French toast)

[Chorus: NAV and Gunna]
I told Gunna it’s your time to eat (eat)
These rappers cornballs they telling’ lies on beats (ya, beast)
Fuck a suit and tie, I got drip on me (on)
Bitch, we got mob ties better not flip on me (ya)
Bitch, we got frog eyes on that Bentley B (B)
I’m rocking minks and chinchillas to my knees (ya)
My brother NAV told me, “it’s our time to eat” (eat)
We got mob ties and you better not switch on me (ya)

[Verse 2: Gunna and NAV]
I’m in a bed behind a curtain getting top (yeah)
I can never buy a Birkin for a thot (no)
Had a coupe, hard, top turned to a drop
I walked in and bought all the Gucci socks
I got fancy Vs yellow diamond rocks
Made myself a boss ain’t punching on the clock
Mixed the Gucci with the RAF, my wide is off
Me and Gunna the same, we come from a different cloth
Shopping in London, I like European cloth (European cloth)
Stacked up my money and I made myself a boss (made myself a boss)
Opening Ceremony Leatherman Trench, when I walk (stop)
Move to the penthouse let my ex keep the loft
I’m dripping in VLONE I got XO on my socks
Got some young boy sippin’ on Fanta, ready to pop
I’m the real deal, I’m talking the talk and walking the walk (yeah)
Ever can’t get no red, I’ll probably be sippin’ on wock
Told her give me head, I ain’t wanna hear her talk (ya)
Now I gotta key one in her head ‘cause I might Glock (Glock, ya)
YSL and XO, gonna drip and light ‘em up (light ‘em up)
Had fell in love with several sip, red and wok (ya)

[Chorus: NAV and Gunna]
I told Gunna it’s your time to eat (eat)
He’s right those cornballs they tellin’ lies on beast (ya, beast)
Fucking suit and tie, I got drip on me (me)
Bitch, we got mob ties better not flip on me (ya)
Bitch, we got frog eyes on that Bentley B (B)
I’m rocking minks and chinchillas to my knees
My brother NAV told me, “It’s our time to eat” (eat)
We got mob ties and you better not switch on me (me)
Yo

[Verse 1]
Double G buckle tucked under my shirt
I taste Codeine when I burp
I bought a Bentley forgot it insured
You just so broke, boy you get on my nerves
What would I do if the music ain’t work?
If I [?]
I couldn’t tell nouns from a verb
But I could sell wings to a bird
I could sell tags to a shirt
Askin’ me if you got tickets for sure
I don’t know, I’m not sure
You just got hit with the curve
I didn’t know that pill was yours
Said that she don’t got no boyfriend, but sure
I grab the acid, she call me a [?]
Open the legs, so I had to insert
Make my own beats, and I write my own words
Cash out my diamonds, tucked under the dirt
I blew my third check in second year first
Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first
Me and body goin’ half on the chicken
First we sell it, then we splittin’ the difference
I don’t got no time to waste on no bitches
Cause I know that the [?] are vicious

[Chorus]
Smokin’ and stackin’ and countin’ up green
I think I need me a money machine
I heard some fuckboys are plottin’ on me
Waste 30, .240 tucked in my jeans
Won’t forget when no one cared about me
Talkin’ but they don’t know shit about me
Mad I’m the person they wanted to be
This ain’t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah
Now they lookin’ at me
Now everybody they lookin’ at me, now they lookin’ at me
Now everybody they lookin’ at me, now they lookin’ at me
Now everybody they lookin’ at me, now they lookin’ at me

[Verse 2]
My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf
Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt
Nobody fuckin’ with XO for sure
Get labels, new artists is really a nerd
Suit my bitch up, yeah I bought her a fur
Shootin’ shit, I bet I act like you heard
Before I talk, I’mma go to [?]
Drivin’ on Xannies, I might hit the curb
Valentino on my shoes and my shirt
She ain’t want me back when I wanted her
I found the rest, put the sauce on my [?]
Had to think twice when I ordered dessert
Now I order my homies the surf with the turf
Take a full addy, without half a perc
It’s the brown boy that made it happen first
Look at me zoomin’ my Rari, skrt-skrt

[Chorus]
Smokin’ and stackin’ and countin’ up green
I think I need me a money machine
I heard some fuckboys are plottin’ on me
Waste 30, .240 tucked in my jeans
Won’t forget when no one cared about me
Talkin’ but they don’t know shit about me
Mad I’m the person they wanted to be
This ain’t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah
Now they lookin’ at me
Now everybody they lookin’ at me, now they lookin’ at me
Now everybody they lookin’ at me, now they lookin’ at me
Now everybody they lookin’ at me, now they lookin’ at me

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Getting sober for a day
Got me feeling too low
They tryna make me slow down
Tryna tell me how to live
I’m about to lose control
Well they can watch me fuck it up all in one night
I’m in my city in the summer
Camo’d out, leather booted
Kissing bitches in the club
They wanna threesome, then some
Spend whatever come in, fuck an income
Me and my niggas we ain’t never going broke
And you, have to, do it all
Just to know where it gets you
Living dreams we can never afford
Now we sitting in the back saying

[Hook: The Weeknd]
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for

[Verse 2: Drake]
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I’d die for
This the shit you can’t fake dawg, this the shit you need God for
How long do you think it’s gon’ take for y’all to fall
That’s a serious question because I seriously question all of y’all
Been touring the world man, I’ve done spent racks in all the malls
And they know my story, flaws and all
I still got plaques hanging wall to wall dawg
She just offered a strip tease, but she don’t look like Demi Moore
Hips all on 45, waist all on 24
And it’s all love in the city, still scream XO, when that Henny pour
But I’m that boy, not just any boy, what the fuck you think that I’m in it for
Roll up in that thing, got hoes like Prince, but they know I’m king
Chubbs might hold that thing, if he get caught, he’ll be home by spring
Things I shouldn’t share, I mean for the sake of my career
I’m not trynna stunt, I’m just tellin’ you the truth, I swear
This the shit that I live for with the people I’d die for
This the shit you can’t fake dawg, this the shit you need God for
This that shit we really gotta talk about in person
There’s some shit I need to work on, but I know you see me working
Nigga, champagne…

[Hook: The Weeknd]
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for
This the shit that I live for, this the shit that I live for
This the shit that I live for, with the people I’d die for

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Why you rushing me baby?
It’s only us, alone
I don’t want to die tonight baby
So lemme sip this slow
I’ll give you what you called for
Just let me get in my zone
I’ll be making love to her through you
So let me keep my eyes closed

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
And I won’t see a damn thing
I can’t feel a damn thing
But I’ma touch you right
I won’t see a damn thing
I can’t feel a damn thing
But I’ma touch you right

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’ma touch you right (let me sip this slow)
I’ma touch you right (let me get inside my zone)
I’ma touch you right (just let me)

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
And I’ma lean, ’til I fall, ooh yeah
And I don’t give a damn
I felt the ground before
I left it all behind, baby
I didn’t need no one
But I’m in heat tonight baby
I’ve been alone for too long
Oh, oh yeah

[Bridge: The Weeknd]
So, I won’t say a damn thing
I can’t feel a damn thing
But I’ma touch you right
I can’t see a damn thing
I can’t feel a damn thing
But I’ma touch you right

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I’ma touch you right (let me sip this slow)
I’ma touch you right (let me get inside my zone)
I’ma touch you right (just let me)

[Verse 3: Drake]
Whoa, all these broken hearts on that pole
Man, if pole dancing’s an art, you know how many fuckin’ artists I know?
Got some new bills in the mail, got some big favors I owe
Got some good things ahead of me when these bad bitches let go
Well girl let’s.. go, walk your broken heart through that door
Sit yo sexy ass on that couch
Wipe that lipstick off of your mouth
I take it slow
She in love with my crew
She said make enough so I can try some
I thought taking drugs just ain’t you, be you
Yeah girl, just be you
And I do this shit for my hometown, it been going down, it ain’t new
That’s that north north, that up top
That OVO and that XO
Your girlfriend at our next show
But its all good, don’t stress though
First night fuck, never really planned it
Take a deep breath, no one need to panic
Lips so French, ass so Spanish
She don’t really like attention, I don’t know if she gon’ manage out here
But she got me all up in my zone
Said she like the view I got in this place, shit I did all of that on my own
Aw yeah

[Verse 1]
Record man play my song on the radio
You too busy tryna find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I swear too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let it go
If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking ’bout a face numbing off a bag of blow
I’m like, goddamn, bitch, I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn, bitch, I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these R&B niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick, she go Lo Mein

[Chorus]
You know me, you know man, you know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow! pow!), you know me

[Verse 2]
Said I’m just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I’ma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Rock a chain around they neck, making sure I’m getting home
When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil’ a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we’ll sweat it out
Hotel bed springs, we’ll wear it out
I ain’t gotta tell you ’cause

[Chorus]
You know me, you know me
You know man, you know me
Every time you try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow! pow!), you know me

[Bridge]
Why don’t you shake some, shake somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you break nothin’, break nothin’
Baby girl, won’t you work some, work somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you hurt nothin’, hurt nothin’
Big girl, won’t you shake some, shake somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you break nothin’, break nothin’
Baby girl, won’t you work some, work somethin’
For the Don? don’t you hurt nothin’, hurt nothin’

[Outro]
‘Cause you know me, they know me
You ain’t know me, yet you know me

[Intro]
Hey Snoop Dogg, can you give us a bedtime story?
Alright, hand me my backwoods, here we go

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Just another day in my old neighborhood
Not bad meanin’ bad but bad meanin’ good
Time flies by with the boomin’ system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed ’em
So I kept shootin’ ’til I ran outta shots
Then I threw my gun at him and I ran up the block
Swang them hoes, bang them hoes
20 minutes later, I changed them clothes
For these guys, east side niggas is back
Ain’t heard your new shit ’cause you niggas is whack
I came to this party all by myself
But I won’t leave by myself
I got his, hers and your bitch too
They all come through, it’s sorta like a rendez-vous
I’m so true to this shit, never new to this shit
Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit

[Chorus: Kokane]
Niggas weren’t made to break me
‘Cause all I just do is shine
[?] bang bang [?]
Cross [?] by moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won’t you put it in the air one time
Niggas gonna get real lenny
Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind

[Interlude: Kokane]
Well well
Well, I watch out
Better get them starchild
That’s the XO bottle
Leave shit with the model
And this gangsta shit on your [cirrottle?], uh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
1 little 2, little 3, little Gs
Hangin’ by the high school, blowin’ in the trees
4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs
Watch a nigga back one and dip it through with ease
7 little, 8 little, 9 little hoes
Wanna kick it, I suppose, gettin’ tickets to my shows
10 to 11 but a dozen on the rose, gave that bitch to my cousin ’cause he hard on the nose
Hey, you know how shit goes, make that bitch strike a pose
Triple O to the N so you know that bitch chose
So cold, make a nigga freeze, hoes down, nigga, Gs up

[Chorus: Kokane]
Niggas weren’t made to break me
‘Cause all I just do is shine
[?] bang bang [?]
Cross [?] by moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won’t you put it in the air one time
Niggas gonna get real lenny
Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I did a whole lotta gutta shit
But lookin’ back at it, young loc, Cuz, I’m on some other shit
Intellectual, misdirectional
Correct yourself so you can avoid correctional facilities
Mental stability, validity
Everythin’ you look at ain’t what it appear to be
Compellin’ you, sellin’ you, I’m tellin’ you this
See poppin’ this shit is like knockin’ a bitch
I’m cold with it, rock road with it, trick hoes with it
Big fours with it, yeah, I be the backup, second in line
See when I get in, you ain’t gettin’ no more time
I’m free as a bird, C is the word, nigga, I did that, nigga
Switchin’ up, my nigga, let’s get this shit back
True to this shit, never new to this shit
Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit

[Chorus: Kokane]
Niggas weren’t made to break me
‘Cause all I just do is shine
[?] bang bang [?]
Cross [?] by moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won’t you put it in the air one time
Niggas gonna get real lenny
Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind

[Intro]
Hey Snoop Dogg, can you give us a bedtime story?
Alright, hand me my backwoods, here we go

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Just another day in my old neighborhood
Not bad meanin’ bad but bad meanin’ good
Time flies by with the boomin’ system
Shot by my head, I popped back and I missed ’em
So I kept shootin’ ’til I ran outta shots
Then I threw my gun at him and I ran up the block
Swang them hoes, bang them hoes
20 minutes later, I changed them clothes
For these guys, east side niggas is back
Ain’t heard your new shit ’cause you niggas is whack
I came to this party all by myself
But I won’t leave by myself
I got his, hers and your bitch too
They all come through, it’s sorta like a rendez-vous
I’m so true to this shit, never new to this shit
Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit

[Chorus: Kokane]
Niggas weren’t made to break me
‘Cause all I just do is shine
[?] bang bang [?]
Cross [?] by moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won’t you put it in the air one time
Niggas gonna get real lenny
Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind

[Interlude: Kokane]
Well well
Well, I watch out
Better get them starchild
That’s the XO bottle
Leave shit with the model
And this gangsta shit on your [cirrottle?], uh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
1 little 2, little 3, little Gs
Hangin’ by the high school, blowin’ in the trees
4 little, 5 little, 6 TCs
Watch a nigga back one and dip it through with ease
7 little, 8 little, 9 little hoes
Wanna kick it, I suppose, gettin’ tickets to my shows
10 to 11 but a dozen on the rose, gave that bitch to my cousin ’cause he hard on the nose
Hey, you know how shit goes, make that bitch strike a pose
Triple O to the N so you know that bitch chose
So cold, make a nigga freeze, hoes down, nigga, Gs up

[Chorus: Kokane]
Niggas weren’t made to break me
‘Cause all I just do is shine
[?] bang bang [?]
Cross [?] by moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won’t you put it in the air one time
Niggas gonna get real lenny
Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
I did a whole lotta gutta shit
But lookin’ back at it, young loc, Cuz, I’m on some other shit
Intellectual, misdirectional
Correct yourself so you can avoid correctional facilities
Mental stability, validity
Everythin’ you look at ain’t what it appear to be
Compellin’ you, sellin’ you, I’m tellin’ you this
See poppin’ this shit is like knockin’ a bitch
I’m cold with it, rock road with it, trick hoes with it
Big fours with it, yeah, I be the backup, second in line
See when I get in, you ain’t gettin’ no more time
I’m free as a bird, C is the word, nigga, I did that, nigga
Switchin’ up, my nigga, let’s get this shit back
True to this shit, never new to this shit
Kick back and watch your big homie do this shit

[Chorus: Kokane]
Niggas weren’t made to break me
‘Cause all I just do is shine
[?] bang bang [?]
Cross [?] by moi
S to the N, double O, P
Won’t you put it in the air one time
Niggas gonna get real lenny
Guaranteed it’ll blow your mind

[Intro: Gucci Mane & The Weeknd]
Huh, Gucci
XO (yeah)
1-0 (yeah)
1-7 (yeah)
Brrr! Brrr! Go!

[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
The kid back on the whiskey
Virginia Black got me tipsy
I’m in L.A. like I’m Nipsey
Spanish girls wanna kiss me
A nigga wanna come and diss me
And put a hex like a gypsy
They kill themselves, no wrist bleed
Got suicides on my SV
She do it all for the Fendi
She do it all for the Gucci (Gucci!)
Baby girl wanna choose me
She wanna use and abuse me
I know she wanna text me (wow)
I know she wanna sex me (damn)
50 thou’ make her neck freeze
Fuck her once like "next, please" (brrr, brrr)
My nigga, who would’ve thought? (Huh?)
My nigga, who would’ve thought now? (Now)
I’ll be right back at the top now
I’ll be right back at the top now
I got your girl on my finger
Blowin’ my phone like she’s single
Blowin’ my phone like I’m Cee-Lo (damn)
Somebody needs to come get her (like damn)

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, "Woo!"
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (brrr)
I need to know for certain (it’s Gucci!)
Tell me, are you worth it?

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Say I, a star was born last night
Way you showed out on that dick, girl, you performed last night
That’s why you deserve that first class flight
Bye bye, ’cause I just quenched your thirst last night
I’m in Dubai
Somebody tell the prince that the kingpin has arrived
If I lived over here, I’d prolly have one hundred wives (damn!)
Walkin’ in the club and they like, "Gucci just arrived" (Gucci!)
I ordered up a dub and then I threw it in the sky
I told her I’m iight, now she look like she surprised (I’m iight)
She look like a model, but a devil in disguise
All these chains on me, I look like Deion in his prime
You know you came to fuck, so why the fuck we wastin’ time?
I got the kind of wood that make a woman lose her mind
I’m young, rich and handsome, baby, I’m one of a kind
Just keep it real with me, baby, it won’t cost you a dime (Gucci!)
I know you got expensive taste and I don’t even mind

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, "Woo!"
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (got that work)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve, it’s Gucci!)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work
I need to know for certain
Tell me, are you worth it? (You know Wop)

[Intro]
Yeah, happy birthday to me
I’m 18 now
And women can legally have sex with me
Shout out Based God

[Chorus]
I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro
Sittin’ on my lap, but she just tryna be my friend, though
Bumping on the XO, so when I’m bout’ to call my ex hoe
Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow

[Verse 1]
You can’t get rid of me
I ain’t going nowhere
And I’m always multiplying like I always fornicate
Cake, cake up on this belt, the day I landed in the States
Two on one, take all day
And I’m just spittin’ out the maze (maze)
She like sippin’ outta a mason jar
She a hippy, she gon’ suck for some granola bars
Let the freaky got me curious like I’m on Mars
Saying, I forgot my roots, Goddamn, you went too far

[Bridge]
Aye, then you went too far
Got these people all around me, man, they treat me like a star
Dressed like I don’t give a damn, but I’ll be ballin’ like LaVar
Got to wait about three years, until I could go to the bar

[Verse 2]
Damn, make all my own shit
I get all the profits
If you actin’ lazy, then do not expect your props, bitch
Movin’ with the tactics, got girls on all my fabrics
Go ham on the mic, just like I’m sitting in the cockpit, aye
Used to hate the camera, now your boy’s a natural
Now your boy is on the road two months and I’mma get the dough
Try to put me in a box
I’ll go always break the lock
Call me D-Wayne, ’cause she licking on my Johnson like The Rock
Oh my God, man, his voice so deep
I thought he was 21 plus
Why he be so clean?
Wanna let him spank on my bump
He just turned 18
But for him, I catch a case, damn (holding up)

[Pre-Chorus]
Aye, that was the sound of yo’ bitch
And everybody, that heard, what I did
I don’t like being so ignorant, but you gonna make me go back to my bullshit again

[Chorus]
I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro
Sittin’ on my lap’, but she just tryna be my friend, though
Bumping on the XO, so when i’m bout to call my ex hoe
Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow

[Intro]
Yeah, happy birthday to me
I’m 18 now
And women can legally have sex with me
Now shut up

[Chorus]
I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro
Sittin’ on my lap’, but she just tryna be my friend, though
Bumping on the ex, so when about to call my XO
Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow

[Verse 1]
You can’t get rid of me
I ain’t going nowhere
And I’m always multiplying like I always fornicate
Cake, cake up on this belt, the day I landed in the States
Two on one, take all day
And I’m just spittin’ out the maze (maze)
She like sippin’ outta a mason jar
She ain’t hippy, she gon’ suffer some granola bars
Let the freakie got me curious like I’m on Mars
Saying, I forgot my roots, Goddamn, you went too far

[Bridge]
Aye, then you went too far
Got these people all around me, man, they treat me like a star
Dressed like I don’t give a damn, but I’ll be ballin’ like LaVar
Got to wait about three years, until I could go to the bar

[Verse 2]
Damn, make all my own shit
I get all the profits
If you actin’ lazy, then do not expect your props, bitch
Movin’ with the tactics, got girls on all my fabrics
Go ham on the mic, just like I’m sitting in the cockpit, aye
Used to hate the camera, now your boy’s a natural
Now your boy is on the road two months and I’mma get the dough
Try to put me in a box
I’ll go always break the lock
Call me D-Wayne, ’cause she licking on my Johnson like The Rock
Oh my God, man, his voice so deep
I thought he was 21 plus
Why he be so clean?
Wanna let him spank on my bump
He just turned 18
But for him, I catch a case, damn (holding up)

[Pre-Chorus]
Aye, that was the sound of you, bitch
And everybody, that heard, what I did
I don’t like being so ignorant, but you gonna make me go back to my bullshit again

[Chorus]
I’ll be riding right down Melrose with a thickie main, bro
Sittin’ on my lap’, but she just tryna be my friend, though
Bumping on the ex, so when about to call my XO
Mommy, daddy home, I barely see them like a rainbow

Lyrics Chief Keef – Mailbox

No I can’t come down, b*tch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, h**s tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail ..
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox.

Niggas be really knowin’, b*tches be really goin
Look up and the ceiling gone, that a*s I’m feelin’ on
Need a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains
Like I ain’t got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backing in, with equipment & more laundry
You know we ain’t really for none, All I know is get paper
I know killas and they owe me big favors, b*tches XO me like Weeknd
I’m somewhere out eating, stay yo a*s in 2 feet
Or go yo a*s on the deep end, someone hand me a ashtray
That’s my boys who passed away, keep my mouth laminated
Till the day I’m eliminated.

No I can’t come down, b*tch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, h**s tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail ..
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox.

What’s yo address nigga? Where you live at nigga?
We ain’t tryna hear that nigga, you know I’m a real a*s nigga
Know I gotta get cash nigga, You know I want it real bad nigga
My young niggas run down on you, treat you like a lil a*s nigga
b*tches see the ice, they see the cars, they see the Benz they in the mood
They get in, into the spot, that’s where the cars gon’ take us to
I need top, I told them b*tches that like it was breaking news
And you know I be about my chicken, b*tch no Ramen noodles
Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry versuri-lyrics.info
We can’t leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy
It’s lovely now, b*tches be loving me now aye, had the b*tch suckin me up
She might end up shutting me down ayeee.

No I can’t come down, b*tch I’m too turnt up
Judge gon give me life, Foreign door Murders
Sitting at a red light, pourin’ this purp up
See this LV on my boxers, Why I’m lifting my shirt up
Cops try to search us, h**s tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, Did it on purpose
Got spikes like red hot, need to keep ya tail ..
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailboxxx.
Chief Keef lyrics
Video Chief Keef

[Intro: Gucci Mane & The Weeknd]
Huh, Gucci
XO (yeah)
1-0 (yeah)
1-7 (yeah)
Brrr! Brrr! Go!

[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
The kid back on the whiskey
Virginia Black got me tipsy
I’m in L.A. like I’m Nipsey
Spanish girls wanna kiss me
A nigga wanna come and diss me
And put a hex like a gypsy
They kill themselves, no wrist bleed
Got suicides on my SV
She do it all for the Fendi
She do it all for the Gucci (Gucci!)
Baby girl wanna choose me
She wanna use and abuse me
I know she wanna text me (wow)
I know she wanna sex me (damn)
50 thou’ make her neck freeze
Fuck her once like “next, please” (brrr, brrr)
My nigga, who would’ve thought? (Huh?)
My nigga, who would’ve thought now? (Now)
I’ll be right back at the top now
I’ll be right back at the top now
I got your girl on my finger
Blowin’ my phone like she’s single
Blowin’ my phone like I’m Cee-Lo (damn)
Somebody needs to come get her (like damn)

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (brrr)
I need to know for certain (it’s Gucci!)
Tell me, are you worth it?

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[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Say I, a star was born last night
Way you showed out on that dick, girl, you performed last night
That’s why you deserve that first class flight
Bye bye, ’cause I just quenched your thirst last night
I’m in Dubai
Somebody tell the prince that the kingpin has arrived
If I lived over here, I’d prolly have one hundred wives (damn!)
Walkin’ in the club and they like, “Gucci just arrived” (Gucci!)
I ordered up a dub and then I threw it in the sky
I told her I’m iight, now she look like she surprised (I’m iight)
She look like a model, but a devil in disguise
Bum, bum-bum-bum, I feel like Rocky in his prime
You know you came to fuck, so why the fuck we wastin’ time?
I got the kind of wood that make a woman lose her mind
I’m young, rich and handsome, baby, I’m one of a kind
Just keep it real with me, baby, it won’t cost you a dime (Gucci!)
I know you got expensive taste and I don’t even mind

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (got that work)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve, it’s Gucci!)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work
I need to know for certain
Tell me, are you worth it? (You know Wop)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & The Weeknd]
Huh, Gucci
XO (yeah)
1-0 (yeah)
1-7 (yeah)
Brrr! Brrr! Go!

[Verse 1: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
The kid back on the whiskey
Virginia Black got me tipsy
I’m in L.A. like I’m Nipsey
Spanish girls wanna kiss me
A nigga wanna come and diss me
And put a hex like a gypsy
They kill themselves, no wrist bleed
Got suicides on my SV
She do it all for the Fendi
She do it all for the Gucci (Gucci!)
Baby girl wanna choose me
She wanna use and abuse me
I know she wanna text me (wow)
I know she wanna sex me (damn)
50 thou’ make her neck freeze
Fuck her once like “next, please” (brrr, brrr)
My nigga, who would’ve thought? (Huh?)
My nigga, who would’ve thought now? (Now)
I’ll be right back at the top now
I’ll be right back at the top now
I got your girl on my finger
Blowin’ my phone like she’s single
Blowin’ my phone like I’m Cee-Lo (damn)
Somebody needs to come get her (like damn)

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (brrr)
I need to know for certain (it’s Gucci!)
Tell me, are you worth it?

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Say I, a star was born last night
Way you showed out on that dick, girl, you performed last night
That’s why you deserve that first class flight
Bye bye, ’cause I just quenched your thirst last night
I’m in Dubai
Somebody tell the prince that the kingpin has arrived
If I lived over here, I’d prolly have one hundred wives (damn!)
Walkin’ in the club and they like, “Gucci just arrived” (Gucci!)
I ordered up a dub and then I threw it in the sky
I told her I’m iight, now she look like she surprised (I’m iight)
She look like a model, but a devil in disguise
All these chains on me, I look like Dion in his prime
You know you came to fuck, so why the fuck we wastin’ time?
I got the kind of wood that make a woman lose her mind
I’m young, rich and handsome, baby, I’m one of a kind
Just keep it real with me, baby, it won’t cost you a dime (Gucci!)
I know you got expensive taste and I don’t even mind

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Gucci Mane]
Like, “Woo!”
With the curve (with the curve)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work (got that work)
I know you want the Birkin
Baby, are you worth it?
With the curve (with the curve, it’s Gucci!)
I know you don’t deserve it, know you don’t deserve it
I got that work
I need to know for certain
Tell me, are you worth it? (You know Wop)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, NAV & Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 1: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
I used to put in work
Now my young boys do the dirt (brown boy)
Fully automatic, pull up hit you with a burst
Put you on a shirt, you a lil’ boy, you a smurf
She used to put me down, and now she lifting up her skirt
Pull up and I swerve, leave her feelings hurt
She fucked me for a purse, she fucked me for a XO shirt
I see you wearing Off-White, but you know, I bought it first
I seen you post a picture, and I had to change my shirt
I can’t punch him in his face, he gonna sue me now
Took your bitch to Nobu, fuck me for some sushi now
I hit it once, and now I can’t stand her now
They pay me fifty thousand, just to stand around

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Heard you got that AP swerve, that was my watch first
Heard you got that Lambo’, skrt, that was my drive first
Chopper beat that bitch to spurs, clip hang to the curb
That girl know, I put in work, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Your girlfriend say, I’m handsome
Fuck any girl, so random
Rock any clothes, I’m random
I rock that Demna right on my sandal
Don’t give me the top then cancel
My momma said these niggas can’t stand you
And I’m laughing right to the bank
All my chains on like I’m Shabba Ranks

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Tell me what it’s worth
Tell me what it’s worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I’m A$AP Ferg, like I’m A$AP Ferg
Know I put in work
Know I put in work
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in, yeah
Know I put in work
Diamonds different colors, so my neck look like Starburst
Kicked it one time, with your girlfriend
And she fucked me for a purse
I could hit that thing forever, when I’m on the perc

[Outro: NAV]
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
You’re getting on my nerves, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Came up from the dirt, yeah
Put in work like A$AP Ferg, yeah
I got Vs on all my shirts, yeah
No pancakes, I want syrup, yeah
Mix some molly with the percs, yeah
Diss me take you off this earth, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah
I came up from the dirt, yeah

[Intro: Female Voice]
You gotta come to [?] right now
It’s poppin’, [??] money left to right
I say you bring that bag
Music Major

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Passion, Angy, Keshia, Brandy
Tangy, paradise, obsession and candy
Lily, butterfly
What are you, what am I?
Bella, Lauren, Linda Rose
On the stage, on the pole
Oceanate, Pina Colada
At the top, on the bottom
Ace of diamonds, keep ’em shinin’
Crazy girls oh yeah we got ’em
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp & Snoop Dogg]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Twenties, count that
Hundreds, count that
Dollars, count that
Money, count that
Paper
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Peaches and Desiree, baby girl that’s from the A
KeKe and Showtime, there’s no time like today
Champagne, Tyra, Coco and Chocolate
Stina and Devina, I’m lovin’ how ya’ll poppin’ it
XO, Hennessy, Patrón and lime after
Baby say, "roll the J", tangerine with pineapple
Daisy it’s crazy, and so as the home gon’ red
Don’t fuck around when it come around to pickin’ up that bread
It’s yours

[Hook: K Camp]
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that
Count that up, count that up, count that up
Count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Outro: K Camp]
Count that, count that, count that, count that
Trash bag, full of cash, full of cash
Count that

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P— (alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, axe the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

[Verse 1]
Boy I don’t understand your drama
Thought we were having fun, should I not have called you
Should I be sorry for being me?
I’m just trying piece together your mind
You and me were cool when I saw you last night
Now we’re in this state of emergency
Oh yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You say you have half a dozen
But I don’t care
‘Cause I know they ain’t nothing like me, babe
Ain’t nothing like me baby
Hey!

[Chorus]
You keep telling me lies, you know I find out
I don’t keep it inside
I just let it echo, echo
Ricochet like an echo, echo
Hey!

I won’t lay down and die
It’s over this time
XO goodbye
Can you hear it echo, echo
Ricochet like an echo, echo

[Verse 2]
You can keep all the hearts you’re holding
‘Cause I don’t need you where I’m going
I’ll just be myself and live for me
Yeah-yeah
Hey!

[Pre-Chorus]
You say you have half a dozen
But I don’t care
‘Cause I know they ain’t nothin like me, babe
Ain’t nothin like me baby
Hey!

[Chorus]
You keep telling me lies, you know I find out
I don’t keep it inside
I just let it echo, echo, echo
Ricochet like an echo, echo
Hey!

I won’t lay down and die
It’s over this time
XO goodbye
Can you hear it echo, echo?
Ricochet like an echo, echo
(XO goodbye)

[Bridge]
I know, I know you know
There’s more than what you show
You can’t hide, you can’t hide it, no
The truth will echo
Hey!
I know, I know you know
There’s more than what you show
You can’t hide, you can’t hide it, no
The truth will echo
Hey!

I won’t lay down and die
No, no, no
XO goodbye
I let it echo (echo, echo)
I let it echo (yeah!)

[Chorus]
You keep telling me lies, you know I find out
I don’t keep it inside (telling me lies baby!)
I just let it echo, echo
Ricochet like an echo, echo (Ricochet let it echo)
Hey!
I won’t lay down and die
It’s over this time
XO goodbye
Can you let it echo, echo?
Ricochet like an echo, echo
XO goodbye

[Outro]
I know, I know you know
There’s more than what you show
You can’t hide, you can’t hide it, no (You can’t hide it babe)
The truth will echo
Hey!
I know, I know you know
There’s more than what you show
You can’t hide, you can’t hide it, no
The truth will echo

Bitch

[Chorus]
Big Chips, Big Chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit
Hot Boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa
Big Chips, Big Chips, you are not real [?]
I do what I want lil bitch

[Verse 1 – IAMSU!]
I’m the one they call when the need a stamp
I’m the neighborhood mailman
I been puttin work in
On my neck a serpent
I just spent like two bands on a frame (Cartier)
You can never put me out the game
Everywhere I go they know my name
Shit was cool until they found out you a lame
They want that real shit
I’m on my independent hustle, fuck a deal shit
I’m not worried ’bout you niggas not a lil bit
I got my weight up now I’m bout to make the game switch
Plus I’m riding with my same clique
Plot out the entire situation in my brain quick
They don’t speak in dollars then I do not know your language
I been on some gang shit
Every day make a play over-grindin’, understatement

[Chorus]
Big Chips, Big Chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit
Hot Boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa
Big Chips, Big Chips, you are not real [?]
I do what I want lil bitch

[Verse 2 -IAMSU!]
Get rich, you don’t need a shovel dig this
Shake a bitch like a hit stick
You don’t go no cash, dismissed
I could be broke on my own time
Plotting million dollar moves in my alone time
Got a roster full of poppin’ girls it’s all fine
Crib full of flat screens like it’s Best Buy
I like G-Star, and Stone Island
Rappers sayin shit, just to rhyme it
I’m in the Uber gettin’ top like Ramen
All the ones who turned against and surprise me, it’s good
“Let em hang bro”
My cousin Freak told me that not too long ago
You remember when they used to underestimate
Every beat I levitate, another check, another day
Let’s get it!

[Chorus]
Big Chips, Big Chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit
Hot Boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa
Big Chips, Big Chips, you are not real [?]
I do what I want lil bitch

[Verse 3 – Show Banga]
Young nigga, millionaire state of mind though
Got it out the M-U-D, I had to grind yo
I can see the big chips with a blindfold
You ain’t a pimp, you’s a simp, what you cryin’ fo?
Never ever trust a bitch that’s a big no
Remy Martin, takin shots of the XO
Hit your girl on the weekend, like XO
Pockets blue, pockets green like a gecko
Too good in the hood like I’m Metro
Yo girl drop a nigga chips, no Connect 4
I told Suzy that bitch really tryna take off
I’m finna kill these rapper niggas like I’m Adolf
They weight soft, full grizzy fuck a day off
You ain’t never ever working, you get laid off
I’m really Manti like Te’o
Gang tighter than a swimmer with a Speedo

[Chorus]
Big Chips, Big Chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit
Hot Boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa
Big Chips, Big Chips, you are not real [?]
I do what I want lil bitch

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the Clicks..
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P-(alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, ask the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it…
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

[Intro]
I don’t care what society thinks. They’re nothing anyway. They’re no better than me. Out there you just have to fit into a pattern that somebody’s already laid out for you. Life we live, you have to set your own patterns, your own ideals. You have to handle the whole job yourself. (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
No snow tires, the rain slip-slide like Trick Daddy and Trina
Oli North pull in, like, 10 million a season
Queen Street visions that nobody believed in
If we not on the charts, my XO niggas eatin’
Fifty-two consecutive weekends, shout out to Weeknd
The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin’
Not when everybody out here beefin’
We got it, now we just gotta keep it
America’s most wanted, man, I’m still on the run
All these number ones and we still not the ones
No hard feelings, but I’ll still get you spun
Went and got diplomas, and we still goin’ dumb
Please never label niggas who lay down for a livin’
My competition, it’s beyond offensive
I’m in it for the glory, not the honor mention
Not tryna be fourth and inches, I’m tryna go the distance
Yeah, distance, I’m on a different mission
This the remix to "Ignition," hot and fresh out the kitchen
How you forget to fill up with gas on the road to riches?
Too overly ambitious, too late to fix it
Too late for condolences when it’s over with
I need to start sayin’ shit when I notice it
Be open with people I need some closure with
Be honest with myself and take ownership
Opinions started to burn when tables started to turn
I really used to feel like they loved a nigga at first
Excitin’ times, revitalized
Trust this little light of mine is gonna shine positively
I’m just takin’ what God will give me
Grateful like Jerry, Bob and Mickey
Better attitude, we’ll see where it gets me
I know catchin’ flies with honey is still sticky
I wrote the book on world-class finesses
And tasteful gestures and makin’ efforts
And never placin’ second
And even better knowin’ you’re first but then takin’ second
Inspirin’ and never takin’ credit
I know I deserve more, I just never said it
Two middle fingers as I make a exit, yeah

[Chorus]
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?

[Verse 2]
Winnin’ is problematic
People like you more when you workin’ towards somethin’
Not when you have it
Way less support from my peers
In recent years as I get established
Unforgivin’ times, but fuck it, I manage
Why is my struggle different than others’?
Only child that’s takin’ care of his mother
As health worsens and bills double
That’s not respectable all of a sudden?
I don’t get a pat on the back for the come up?
What do you see when you see me?
When did all the things I mean
From the bottom of my heart start to lose meaning?
Maybe I share it with too many people
Back then it used to just feel like our secret
Back when I would write
And not think about how they receive it
I be tryna manifest the things I needed
And look, now, I mean, it’s hard to believe it even for me
But you’re mindful of it all when your mind full of it all
How they go from not wantin’ me at all
To wantin’ to see me lose it all?
Things get dark, but my aura just starts glowin’
I’m overcome with emotions
Ones I can’t access when I’m stoned sober
Jealous ones still envy and niggas turn king cobra
I could only speak what I know of
Man, we wrote the book on calculated thinkin’
And icy Heineken drinkin’, and rival neighborhoods linkin’
And puttin’ your trust in someone
With the risk of financially sinkin’
All you did was write the book on garbage-ass Rollies
Ego strokin’, picture postin’
Claimin’ that you’d do it for motivational purposes only
But you just had to show me
See, I know, ’cause I study you closely
I know when someone lyin’
I notice people standin’ for nothin’ and gettin’ tired
I know what we’re both thinkin’ even when you’re quiet
Sometimes I gotta just make sure that I didn’t lose you

[Chorus]
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?

No snow tires, the rain slip-slide like trick daddy and treener
Ali know I’ve put like 20 million a season
Queens Street visions that nobody believed in
If we not on the charts, my XO niggas eatin’
Fifty-two consecutive weekends, shout out to Weeknd
The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin’, not when everybody out here beefin’
America’s most wanted, man I’m still on the run
All these number ones and we still not the ones
No hard feelings but I’ll still get you spun
When they got diplomas, but we still goin’ dumb
Please never label who lay down for a living
My competition is beyond defensive
I’m in it for the glory, not the honor mention
Not trying to be fourth for inches, I’m tryna go the distance
Yeah, distance, I’m on a different mission
This the remix to Ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen
How you forget to fill up with gas on a road to riches?
Too overly ambitious, too late to fix it
Too late for condolences when it’s over with
I need to start sayin’ this shit when I notice it
Be open with people I need some closure with
Be honest with myself and take ownership
Opinions started to burn when tables started to turn
I really used to feel like they loved a nigga at first
Exciting times, revitalized
Trust this little light of mine is going to shine positively
I’m just takin’ what God will give me
Grateful like Jerry, Bob and Mickey
Better attitude, we’ll see where it gets me
I know catching flies with honey is still sticky
I wrote the book on world-class finesses and tasteful gestures and makin’ efforts
And never placin’ second
And even better knowin’ you’re first but then takin’ second
Inspiring and never takin’ credit
I know I deserve more but then never said it
Two middle fingers as I make an exit
Yeah

Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?

Winning is problematic people like you more when you working towards something not when you have it
Way less important for my peers in recent years as I get established
Unforgiving times but fuck it I manage
Why is my struggle different to others?
Only child that’s taking care of his mother as health worsens and bills double
That’s not respectable all of a sudden?
I don’t get a pat on the back for the come up?
What do you see when you see me?
When did all the things I mean from the bottom of my heart start to lose meaning?
Maybe I share it with too many people
Back then it used to just feel like our secret
Back when I would write and not think about how they receive it
I be tryna manifest the things I needed
And look now I mean it’s hard to believe it even for me
But you’re mindful of it all when your mind full of it all
How did they go from not wanting me at all to wanting to see me lose it all?
Things get dark but my aura just starts glowing I’m overcome with emotions
Ones I can’t access when I’m stoned sober
Jealous ones still envy and niggas turn king cobra
I could only speak what I know of
Then we wrote a book on calculated thinking and icy Heineken drinking
And rival neighborhoods linking
And putting your trust into someone with the risk of financially sinkin’
All you did was write the book on garbage ass Rollies
Ego strokin’, picture postin’
Claiming that you’d do it for motivational purposes ony, but you just had to show me
See I know cause I study you closely, I know when someone lyin’
I notice people standing for nothing and gettin’ tired
I know what we’re both thinking even when you’re quiet
Sometimes I just gotta make sure that I didn’t lose you

Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?
Did I? Did I?
Did I lose you?

[Intro]
It’s a light day
Ain’t got on nothin’ but about $700 thousand worth
That’s it
You know what I’m sayin’?

[Verse 1]
I was havin’ trust issues
But I’ve been havin’ way better luck since you
I know it’s true love with you
Told myself I don’t wanna fall in love with you
Rollin’ on the eway speedin’
Friday, just started the weekend
XO textin’, you respondin’
We gon’ go crazy with this money
We do hot yoga, 92 degrees
Can you stretch it out? Stretch it out for me
I got somewhere to be, but it’s hard to leave
When you do it like you mean it, I’m proceedin’
Is you the one? Is you the one?
Then she looked me in my eyes
Told me, “Fuck them pussy niggas
They ain’t ridin’ ’cause I’m ridin’
And I’m dyin’ for you, baby”
Got me feelin’

[Chorus]
In-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible

[Verse 2]
We can do exactly what you like, baby
And it’s all on me
We can take Vicodin tonight, baby
It’s all on me
We been textin’ back and forth
Now it’s time to get it crackin’
Girl take it all out, ’cause I know you active
Did you come to talk or is you ’bout that action?
Diamonds on my neck, moonwalkin’, Michael Jackson
I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to keep my baby spoiled
I’ma do whatever it’s gon’ take to shake these haters off
Put it off, fuck the cops
I just wanna show you off
I can see your flaws, she gon’ take me how I am
Hit it from the back, girl you know I’m goin’ ham
Fuck the pigs, girl you got me feelin’ like the man
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah
Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
In-in-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
I’ma have your body sweatin’ like you dipped in baby oil
I’ma do whatever it take to keep my fuckin’ baby sprung
I’ma do whatever it takes to shake these fuckin’ bitches off
I’ma do whatever it takes and you gon’ be my personal
Dance, dance, girl you dancin’ like you strippin’ for this gold
Romance and we’ve all done been here before
But your passion, I hear it when you’re talkin’
We ain’t clashin’, you quiet when I’m talkin’
Put them diamonds on you, have ’em Billie Jean moonwalkin’
Put them diamonds on you, have ’emmmmm moonwalkin’
You get into everything exclusively, I’m honest
We don’t need nobody comin’ in between this money
These niggas already tryna invade the embassy
Good thing I changed and you got that remedy
The best thing about you, oh you’re that far from me
You a star to me

[Chorus]
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah
Way you move your body, girl I’ll give you an advance
Know you, girl, you fuckin’ with a full-grown man
The way you move your body, I’ma have a change of plans
In-in-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
In-in-incredible
Incredible
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Police pat me down them bands all on me
Molly, purple drank is all that I need
Come get your bitch cause she dancing on me
I remember these bitches were laughing at me
Now she sucking, fucking, clapping for me
Hit me, DM, told she was a fan
I was nobody when I made "The Man"
Now when these bitches see me, know who I am
His bitch looking I think she a flirt
Owls inside my shoes and XO my shirt
Diss me once and you’ll be dead on the first
I’m staying clean but my squad doing dirt
I’m staying clean, let my squad do the dirt
Hating on me cause they can’t get a verse
Summertime, shitting on you in a ‘vert
My diamonds are water I’m smoking on Earth
‘Member my mama told me I’m the worst
When the check come in she seeing it first
Buy her a house, I’mma buy her a purse
Looking for handouts, don’t get on my nerves
You telling lies, I’m a man of my word
And your wifey just hit me but she getting curved
I’m wearing brand names that you never heard
How to get money, you never gon’ learn

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

[Verse 2]
Yeah I love LA
Met a baddie from the Bay
Suck and fuck all day
But she can’t call me bae
Smoking weed all day
In Beverly I stay
The weather got me feeling so good
That I put the Xans away
Started from the bottom
I just dropped the top
She want the molly, yeah I got ’em
His bitch gave me top
My shooter got a mop
Deading all your talks
I love getting stoned
My watch is full of rocks
She say "Nav, why you so hood?"
She don’t know about the Rex
Had to tell my squad to clean it up
I don’t wanna make a mess
Body coming home, he gon’ beat the case
So you know he know what’s next
Fucking up a check
Diamonds dancing on my neck

[Bridge]
I found myself a plug when I was down in Cali
Cause I met some white girls sniffing coke up in the Valley
I’m sorry, I’m just really high, hi nice to meet you
I told her I just wanna fuck girl I don’t need it

[Hook]
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I fell in love with LA, yeah
I might not go home I might just stay

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