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  • Lil Yachty – Don’t Forget Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga

    [Verse 1]
    I’m starting to feel like I don’t need love, that shit for the damn birds (Brr)
    All this arguing get on my damn nerves (On God)
    You forgot I put your mama in the suburbs (Don’t forget)
    You forgot I put your wrist on a blizzard (Don’t forget)
    You the reason I be moving like the wizard (Pluto)
    Oh, so now you selling pussy, you a vendor (Oh, wow)
    Tell your friends get out my DM ‘fore I bend her (Yes)
    Oh, your brother want a verse? I need a ten first (Yes)
    Times ten more (Yes)
    Bitch, we be on and off since I was a sophomore (Yes)
    Waiting for your move, Dr. Hawthorne
    And I started touring (Uh-huh)

    [Chorus]
    So you ain’t fell in love with my money?
    Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
    You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
    Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
    Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
    You acting so damn much, you so phony (Uh-huh)
    I don’t need that energy around me
    But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy (Uh-huh)

    [Verse 2]
    Don’t you dare forget who had bossed you up (Bossed you up)
    Had you running ’round in a Bentley truck (Big Bs)
    Paparazzi, snap, flash, middle fingers up (Fingers up)
    Baby said I tried to fuck her then ring her up (Ring her up)
    Call her up (Call her up), bring her here (Bring her here)
    Bitches be so cap, they are not sincere (Not sincere)
    I keep forty straps, gotta play it by ear (Play it by ear)
    Won’t fall into your traps, I’m no longer near (Uh-huh)

    [Chorus]
    So you ain’t fell in love with my money?
    Bitch, I ain’t a dummy (Uh-huh)
    You always seem to leave when it ain’t sunny
    Back and forth ’bout forty times, you swear you love me
    Now you need a round of applause, bravo like Johnny
    You acting so damn much, you so phony (Oh)
    I don’t need that energy around me
    But don’t forget who put you on, you was bummy

    [Outro]
    30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga


  • Dreamville – Sleep Deprived Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Ayy
    Hey, hey, hey, hey
    Yeah
    Hey, hey
    Uh

    [Verse 1: Lute]
    I met this girl the other day that wanna know my story
    She said since the world against me, she all for me
    I told her God must’ve overheard my hopeful wish
    And crazy how I never would’ve thought to be in this position
    ‘Cause see hip-hop saved my life is such a cliché quote
    But before I grabbed the mic, I was the poster-child of broke, uh
    Signed my first deal off the realest shit I wrote
    I told my city I’m the closest thing to hope
    Used to be barely above water, now I float
    Same bitches in my DM’s used to take me for a joke
    Niggas talk crow, shit behind my back and then call me bro
    Like bro, you gotta match one before you blow
    I always leave the message on seen ’cause I don’t smoke
    When really I don’t fuck with half these niggas on the low
    And that’s just how it go
    She go, “Damn, nigga, that’s deep,” I know, tell me about it
    My life be full of stress, fake niggas, and sleep deprivin’ like uh

    [Verse 2: Mez]
    Dreams, all my shit been colossal though
    Used to be honor roll, now it’s foreign whips I’m riding on
    Now everything I flow hot as fuck, I mean poblano though
    Me and Lute ’posed to been did this shit, it’s perfect timing though
    Remember us being younger, talking about gettin’ signed to Cole?
    I was so hot-headed then, I’m a lot calmer though
    Tryna buy me a brick house when I get comma though
    Money gon’ help with a lot of things but not the trauma though
    Had so many adventure times, we used to run from the jakes
    To make it for Southside, we do whatever it takes
    It was apartheid when my barber parted my fade
    ‘Cause now I’m pulled left and right by Keshia and Adrinae
    All this shit gets so deep, man, I’m hoping y’all dive in
    I don’t fuck with surviving, I’m only thinkin’ ’bout thriving
    But you way too afraid, yeah, I know what your vibe is
    Always worried ’bout me, that shit must be sleep depriving

    [Interlude]
    That shit must be sleep depriving

    [Chorus: DaVionne]
    I ain’t never had nothin’, yeah, I had to work for it
    Prayed to God every day, even went to church for it
    Built from the ground up, played in the dirt for it
    God told me it would work out, I took his word for it
    We all come from a very different path
    Look at what we been through, look at where we at
    Got ’em losing sleep worried ’bout what we on
    Said I wouldn’t make it but I always prove wrong, yeah

    [Interlude]
    Yeah

    [Verse 3: Omen]
    Turn into a big deal, but way realer than Black Friday
    They let a visionary vibrate
    Hoppin’ through the Tri-State
    I got this bird box simply off a blind date
    Now I’m in a tryin’ state
    Turn into a horror story
    Broke my heart to the point I had to find tape
    Spraying Lysol, sage, just to wipe her away like eternal sunshine
    Pulled up in a drop spot like some summer times
    Seen you with some other guy, long story, summarize
    Writing on the wall, got your message under mine
    I been gettin’ high, summer crime, ever since
    Wonder why ill intent was inside of your skin, damn
    Dookey braids, droopy eyes, it was groupie love
    Hurt feelings, no cap like bougie clubs
    Sat alone deep in silence
    Thinkin’ ’bout you gettin’ sleep deprivin’, yeah

    [Chorus: DaVionne]
    I ain’t never had nothin’, yeah, I had to work for it
    Prayed to God every day, even went to church for it
    Built from the ground up, played in the dirt for it
    God told me it would work out, I took his word for it
    We all come from a very different path
    Look at what we been through, look at where we at
    Got ’em losing sleep worried ’bout what we on
    Said I wouldn’t make it but I always prove wrong, yeah


  • Lil Mosey – Space Coupe Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    Ooh, oh (My DM, my DM)
    They said all I want is this so can I see them?
    Ooh, ooh, I’m gone, I’m on
    Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
    I’m gone, I’m on
    Damn, we on, fuck it, you come on
    Ayy Royce, you did it right here!

    [Chorus: Lil Mosey]
    Yeah, I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
    They said all I want is this so can I see them?
    Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
    I want everything around me every weekend
    She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
    Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
    They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
    They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

    [Verse 1: Matt OX]
    Big diamond rocks on my chain, watch it blink too (Watch it blink too)
    I’ll make it sing just like oooh (just like oooh)
    Just see the jewelry then my main two
    Yeah they cool but I might just leave my whole room
    ‘Cause I realized what the chains do (what the chains do)
    And I realized what that bank do (what that bank do)
    Then I realized what the fakes do (what the fakes do)
    I can’t give you one song ’cause I know you will take two

    [Chorus: Lil Mosey]
    I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
    They said all I want is this, so can I see them?
    Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
    I want everything around me every weekend
    She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
    Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
    They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
    They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me

    [Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
    I woke up, a hundred bands this morning (bands)
    I just fucked your bitch, that’s a morning (lil’ bitch)
    Shoot a nigga down, yeah (boom boom)
    Know we scorin’
    That’s that nigga (gang)
    That we pourin’
    Oooh I’m gone, I’m on
    Damn we on (damn), fuck it you come on
    Shoot you, then we gone (boom boom)
    We get it on
    Diamonds flashin’, yeah
    Patek, got it on (patek)

    [Chorus: Lil Mosey]
    I woke up to a hundred bitches in my DM
    They said all I want is this so can I see them?
    Make cash, run it up, and spend it for no reason
    I want everything around me every weekend
    She said “I just want you”, but I don’t want to
    Hundred mill, throw some racks, blew it cause I want to
    They know it’s me, and I pull up in a space coupe
    They know they can’t compete so they don’t wanna race me


  • Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

    [Intro: Gunna]
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
    I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
    Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
    I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
    ‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
    Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
    You could use my nut to cleanse your face

    [Verse 2: Gunna]
    Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
    I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
    Look and see I’m straight
    We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
    Gotta keep an AK
    These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
    Pull up in a Porsche
    See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

    [Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
    I drip on my dawg’s stage
    I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
    I fucked her at Ross place
    I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
    Cashed out on some dog, yay
    You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
    I blocked a thot today
    Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
    I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
    If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
    New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
    Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
    Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
    I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
    No realer than this
    Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
    Slime in that bitch
    I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
    Two hundred a fist
    One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
    Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
    They hit up my mans
    They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
    I ran up them M’s
    Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

    [Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
    Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
    Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
    Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
    I don’t got no time to be late
    I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
    Hey, constantly dodging the grave
    The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
    Gotta keep the family straight
    We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
    I done ran up a whole mil’
    I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
    Got racks all inside the safe
    If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

    [Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
    Top off the Benz, the one with no space
    It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
    I had her bent inside of the Wraith
    The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
    I had to sprint all way to the end
    I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
    Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
    These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
    The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
    I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
    I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
    You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
    My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
    My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
    I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
    The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
    YSL, we the guys
    We murder him and his tribe
    I show you around like a spy
    This city is mine ’til I die, ah
    Patek the rock, ah
    Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
    Perfectly aim for the top, ah
    Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
    Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
    Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
    I creep in the spot
    It’s knot knots on me on the way out
    Got too many vibes
    She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
    Keep sendin’ him Dots
    I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
    You sent me a dyke
    I fucked her so good, I got her back right
    It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
    But I never want the key to the heart, nah
    She say my music art
    And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
    We really came from the A
    My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

    [Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
    Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
    Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
    Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
    I don’t got no time to be late
    I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
    Hey, constantly dodging the grave
    The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
    Gotta keep the family straight
    We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
    I done ran up a whole mil’
    I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
    Got racks all inside the safe
    If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

    [Outro: Gunna]
    Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
    Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
    (Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)


  • Chance The Rapper – My Own Thing lyrics

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing

    [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
    Please don’t hit me in my DM
    Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see ’em
    I know she gonna see ’em ’cause I’m defa finna show her
    Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
    She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
    Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
    If you work in my space, better keep that shit ‘fessional
    I don’t like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
    Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that’s my cologne
    Doin’ too much and sayin’ too much, that’s how y’all ass end up alone
    I’ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don’t really ever like to get involved
    Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing, yeah

    [Verse 2: Joey Purp (Chance the Rapper)]
    Okay, don’t mind if it don’t pay me, it ain’t my biz
    How you gon’ raise yo’ voice?
    Gon’ raise yo’ money, won’t raise yo’ kids? (What?)
    Bad little bitty in the city that I’m in (Yeah)
    When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
    She said, “How the car stop but the rims don’t?”
    Ain’t wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
    I was 18 with a ’98 (Yup) sellin’ 28s
    Now I’m 25 sellin’ 16s (Yup), it’s a hunnid ways
    My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
    Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
    Tell my ex it’s a dub, that’s a wop, that’s unlikely
    Put a bustdown of my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy

    [Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
    I’ma do my own thing
    I’m finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
    Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
    I decided that I gotta do my own thing
    Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
    Do my own thing, yeah


  • Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Durk]
    Yeah
    Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

    [Chorus: Lil Durk]
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

    [Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
    I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
    I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
    Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
    In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

    [Verse 1: Lil Durk]
    Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
    All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
    I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
    Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
    Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
    While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
    Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
    I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
    Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
    Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

    [Chorus: Lil Durk]
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

    [Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
    I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
    I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
    Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
    In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

    [Verse 2: Gunna]
    I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
    My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
    I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
    She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
    I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
    D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
    Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
    Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
    I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
    Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
    Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
    Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

    [Chorus: Lil Durk]
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

    [Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
    Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
    Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
    Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
    I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
    Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
    I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
    He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
    Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
    Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
    Should’ve never been around here in the first place
    These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
    I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

    [Chorus: Lil Durk]
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
    Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

    [Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
    I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
    I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
    Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
    In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy


  • Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

    [Intro: Lil Pump]
    Yeah, bitches on bitches
    Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
    Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
    Ooh, J Gramm

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
    Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

    [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
    My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
    My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
    Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
    Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
    Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
    Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
    Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
    Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
    In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
    Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
    Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
    Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
    She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
    Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
    If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
    You don’t deserve to see the strippers

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
    Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

    [Verse 2: Lil Pump]
    Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
    Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
    I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
    Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
    Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
    Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
    Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
    Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
    Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
    Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
    Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
    And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
    Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
    Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
    I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
    You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
    Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
    Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
    Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
    Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
    I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)


  • Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

    [Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    We the Best Music!
    You gotta feel that beat
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    Another one
    I wanna rock with you
    DJ Khaled!

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    I’ve been looking for a BM
    ‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
    Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
    And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
    I need a one, two, three-some
    I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
    Feel that beat (that beat), baby
    Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

    [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
    ‘Cause I want a fatty on me
    ‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
    Don’t mind, take your time on me
    Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
    Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
    I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
    So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    And my pad on the East Side, B side
    Now you down like a beach towel
    I, want the breakfast in bed
    Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
    Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
    And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
    We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

    [Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
    I need a fatty on me
    I keep a Magnum on me
    Don’t pack 24 karats
    Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
    Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
    And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
    ‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Bridge: Chris Brown]
    Good morning, my moses
    French toast and French kiss is what I want
    Yeah, Folgers, stay over
    Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
    You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
    Up in that bag, already packed
    Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
    Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
    My house, place, place

    [Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
    We can rock, we can rock the
    Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
    I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

    [Outro: Michael Jackson]
    And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
    Share that beat of love
    I wanna rock with you


  • Juice WRLD – London Tipton Lyrics

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
    I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
    Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
    That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
    Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
    Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
    I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
    I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

    [Verse: Juice WRLD]
    Damn hoe, damn hoe
    You ain’t no fair
    Fast life, fast life, no slow here
    Got a Columbian plug, she a coke head
    Told her come and ride dick like Moped
    Take off, then she take her shirt off
    Start the car, then skrt off
    Then she take her skirt off
    I love poppin’ pills, mix it with the Smirnoff
    Told me when I get too high and throw up, that’s a turn off
    Light my demons on fire and pray to god they burn off
    I ain’t birdman baby, but I’m still Stunna
    Drip or Drown with the sauce, like my name Gunna
    I like percocets way more than Marijuanna

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
    I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
    Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
    That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
    Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
    Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
    I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
    I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton

    [Verse: Doobie Dalil]
    Get it how you live then, fuck my enemies
    I just put a pyramid, in my Hennessey
    I’m in the streets, and if she got an ass I’m prolly in her cheeks
    She like “I gave Doobie some pussy, he don’t remember me” I never do
    Slidin’ in my DM, who the hell is you
    Vibin in this bitch, I’m smokin stank and eatin’ edibles
    Fuck it if it do not benefit, or bring us revenue
    50 on my glizzy, one up top how I prepare to shoot
    Gang bitch, run off on the plug, it’s the gang shit
    It’s like I don’t even wipe my ass, how I stain shit
    Fuck her rough, choke her while I slam it like I’m camb, bitch
    And I swear I don’t [?] my dick inside the same bitch

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    I’ve been runnin’ off on plugs, I need to rob another one
    I’ve been rubbin’ off on all these niggas, cause they steal the sauce
    Fuck niggas and hatin’ hoes, bitch I hate those
    That lil bitch goes “hiss, hiss”, she a snake hoe
    Somethin’ like a bad kid, I don’t listen
    Baby these not advils, these perscriptions
    I just dropped a xan bar, in my Lipton
    I’m livin’ the sweet life, London Tipton


  • T-Pain – Boo’d Up (T-Mix) Lyrics

    [Intro: T-Pain]
    This shit been overdue
    I’m still not over you, oh
    This shit been overdue
    It’s a T-Mix, baby

    [Verse 1: T-Pain]
    They be like, “How many songs can you make about a booty?”
    Like a thousand, ooh girl, you gon’ learn today, come get this poundin’
    I’m not finished, I’ma hit it in the shower
    So get that thang tooted, booted, ready to get into it
    I’m out here, babe
    You fuck with lame-o’s (you fuck with lame-o’s)
    They just copy me (they copy), they work at Kinko’s (they work at Kinko’s)
    Tell your big friend come give me them cankles (gimme the booty)
    Tell her her eyes and her legs gon’ be in back of her head
    Now, I can’t even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
    I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
    Say you got a man, that don’t even look right
    But I know you be creepin’, girl, I see you tonight (yeah)
    Just give me 30 minutes, baby, I’ll be on the way (I’m on the way)
    To keep that pussy on display (yeah)
    You think I’m gettin’ boo’d up, baby, oh no, not today (not today)
    I’m ’bout to bust it out the frame (woah)
    Dick dancin’ everywhere, I do the Balls Johnson (yeah)
    Dick you down, take you ’round, got you mall hoppin’ (yeah)
    You been ballin’, baby, this ain’t even called shoppin’ (yeah)
    Money get you wet, diamonds get your drawers droppin’

    [Pre-Chorus: T-Pain]
    Ooh, boo, boo
    You remind me of my ’62, I see them subwoofers jumpin’
    Between them thighs like shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (BlocBoy)
    Shoot (BlocBoy), shoot (yeah)
    Ooh
    Wouldn’t mind gettin’ all up in you
    Girl, I’m ’bout to have you runnin’
    I ain’t speakin’ nothin’ but the truth
    Ooh, ooh, ooh

    [Chorus: T-Pain]
    I like the way you make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom toot up
    I like the way you make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom
    I just wanna see you make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom toot up
    Make that bottom toot up
    She make that bottom, I just wanna see you

    [Verse 2: Ella Mai]
    Yeah, feelings, so deep in my feelings
    No, this ain’t really like me
    Can’t control my anxiety
    Feeling, like I’m touching the ceiling
    When I’m with you I can’t breathe
    Boy you do something to me

    [Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do

    [Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
    Ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

    [Verse 3: Ella Mai]
    Oh how, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it’s true
    I think I might die without you
    Feeling all over my body
    You know how I like it
    Ain’t gotta tell you what to do, yeah yeah

    [Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do

    [Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
    Ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

    [Verse 4: Ella Mai]
    Head over heels in love
    Right in front of you, ain’t gotta look no more baby (hah)
    I wanna build this love
    And everything you want, you ain’t gotta ask for
    You got me boo’d up, boo’d up
    Boo’d up, boo’d up
    Told you from the jump I’m the one to choose
    Ya got me boo’d up, boo’d up
    Boo’d up, boo’d up
    Grab me by the waist baby, pull me closer

    [Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do, yeah yeah
    Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new
    That get me high like you do

    [Chorus: Ella Mai]
    Listen to my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum it just won’t stop, it go
    Ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, boo’d up
    Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo’d up
    Biddy-da-dum, it just won’t stop, it go

    [Outro: Ella Mai]
    This is such a crazy feeling, like
    I don’t want to get too attached, but
    I feel like I already am
    My mind’s telling me one thing, but
    I guess I should listen to my heart
    Right?


  • Wiz Khalifa – Gin & Drugs Lyrics

    [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
    Up in this bitch and we all faded
    Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
    Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
    It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
    We got

    [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
    Only on Gin and them drugs, I walked in, in the club
    About three of them, dawg I’m not kiddin’
    When I tell you if you came with your bitch
    Then it’s the end of my car, push-start the engine
    Let’s start from the beginning
    With a young nigga from the ‘Burgh
    Smokin’ weed, gettin’ money, fuck what you heard
    Know they hate ’cause I’m flyer than I ever been
    High off a medicine
    Bitch bad, her ass fat, I’ll probably let her in
    Ball so fuckin’ hard I need a letterman
    Know a couple niggas that I’m better than
    Pussy, I don’t sweat it or the money ’cause I get it
    Taylor Gang on top, just remember that I said it
    Fuck this nigga bitch, grab my shit, then I jetted

    [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
    Up in this bitch and we all faded
    Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
    Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
    It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
    We got!

    [Verse 2: Problem]
    Baby it’s fuck day, who wanna bang?
    Even though I had some, right ‘fore I came
    It’s lit though!
    Girl you ain’t fuckin’ what you here for?
    Got at least 3 zips rolled, all ready
    Wiz brought another jar with him
    Gin and drugs got me feelin’ like a car hit him
    ‘Round 6 a.m once I hit my DM
    Didn’t have a rubber so she got to feel this skin
    Money stacks stack high, bruh this don’t bend
    What’s up with your friend? Biatch!
    Ho, yeah-yeah-yeah
    Feeling like Mitch when the light hit him
    Married to the money, let the rice hit him

    [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Problem]
    Up in this bitch and we all faded
    Fuck ’bout a bitch, no we don’t save her
    Nothin’ to a boss, do my own thing
    It’s money over hoes, no I’m no stranger
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    One more bounce, we got more ounces
    Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, gin and drugs
    Gin and drugs, we got gin and drugs
    We got!


  • Marc E. Bassy – HALL OF FAME Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    Mama said “Every day is like this”
    Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
    But you come making it twist
    Just so they know I got a grip
    It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
    We can just do this, just do this, just do this
    Baby I got me a list
    Got some DM’s, right on that hit
    Try on the coat, doing [?]
    We in the lab, making these hits
    It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
    We can just do this, just do this, just do this
    And I stay right outside of the game
    And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
    But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
    But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
    Yeah, first bat in like 23
    I might have to get off with me
    Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
    Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame

    [Bridge]
    That last for ever
    But what about right now
    Girl you’re my treasure
    Let me show you how

    [Verse 1]
    I got six figures, [?] wit you
    Get seven figures, [?]
    You old dude, that’s a midget wit you
    But you always let me hit it denture
    Yeah you never turn me down
    Yeah I gotta give you the crown, oh-yeah
    Them other girls, I couldn’t feel
    Nothing, I was cold inside
    You a first person golden eye
    You the last one, up on the [?]
    I’m charged up, I’m in overdrive
    But this love song I just [heard it right?]
    Thought I never would say this

    [Chorus]
    Mama said “Every day is like this”
    Breaking you down, roll you a spliff
    But you come making it twist
    Just so they know I got a grip
    It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
    We can just do this, just do this, just do this
    Baby I got me a list
    Got some DM’s, right on that hit
    Try on the coat, doing [?]
    We in the lab, making these hits
    It’s foolish, it’s foolish, it’s foolish
    We can just do this, just do this, just do this
    And I stay right outside of the game
    And tell my self “Don’t make no claims”
    But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
    But now you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
    Yeah, first bat in like 23
    I might have to get off with me
    Girl you my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame
    Baby, my Hall of Fame, Hall of Fame


  • Lil Baby – Bank lyrics

    (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

    [Intro]
    Run that back Turbo

    [Hook: Lil Baby]
    Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
    I drank this shit by the pint
    If we leave then we fucking tonight
    Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
    I can’t do this the rest of my life
    Free the bros down the road doing life
    Trying to sleep every night with a knife
    Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
    Man they got twenty deep on the flight
    Going wherever we like
    You can go with us too if you like
    I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
    Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
    Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
    In the clouds we balling like Mike
    Niggas be fake as fuck

    [Verse 1: Lil Baby]
    Soon as I get my money I’m gon blow it
    Fuck that, I’ma take mine and put it up
    I got some foreign baddies in my DM they hitting me up
    They trying to get on the plane today and come hit me up
    She had the finest brain that I ever had
    I gave her everything that I never had
    I’m going next level on some more shit
    These niggas dead broke on some hoe shit
    Running that money up til I get tired
    He said I wouldn’t make it he lied
    He calling me out [?]
    I’m doing that shit for the guys
    She looked at my side like ‘Who is that guy?’
    That’s my lil brother G5
    They call him Stephen, I call him Curry
    That nigga shoot out your eye

    [Hook: Lil Baby]
    Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
    I drank this shit by the pint
    If we leave then we fucking tonight
    Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
    I can’t do this the rest of my life
    Free the bros down the road doing life
    Trying to sleep every night with a knife
    Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
    Man they got twenty deep on the flight
    Going wherever we like
    You can go with us too if you like
    I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
    Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
    Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
    In the clouds we balling like Mike
    Niggas be fake as fuck

    [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
    Residue on me I’m fresh out the trap (bando)
    I got a dose on my lap
    I keep the ratchet like [?]
    Hundred round shots in the strap
    I’m on their face like a slap
    You think you know me you jap (lingo)
    I hit your bitch she was wide open
    I’m in her stomach like cramps
    (Yeah, what’d you do? How’d you do it?)
    Soon as I got my money I ran through it
    (I fucked up some commas)
    I couldn’t believe I said something, I thought I blew it
    (I thought it was all gone)
    I just downed a whole pint, I’m under the influence
    Then I popped an Adderall to give me endurance
    I’m up I cannot get tired, your bitch on molly she wired
    [?] with Moneybagg Myers
    Plenty chains, clang clang, 50k plain Jane
    Go get some money quit saying you can’t
    They thought I was born in the vault of the bank

    [Hook: Lil Baby]
    Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
    I drank this shit by the pint
    If we leave then we fucking tonight
    Jeans expensive they fitting me tight
    I can’t do this the rest of my life
    Free the bros down the road doing life
    Trying to sleep every night with a knife
    Know it’s hard but you gotta survive
    Man they got twenty deep on the flight
    Going wherever we like
    You can go with us too if you like
    I’m on top and I’m hot it feel nice
    Fuck with snakes cause you niggas be mice
    Diamonds hitting who cut off the lights
    In the clouds we balling like Mike
    Niggas be fake as fuck


  • Comethazine – DEMI lyrics

    [Chorus]
    I just wanna fuck Demi
    Nut on her titties
    Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
    I just wanna fuck Demi
    Bitch fuck with me
    I know you like Charlie
    Bitch don’t be stingy

    [Verse: Comethazine]
    Take off your top, take off your socks
    I know you not a slut bitch I know you not a thot
    Bitch I like that
    Let me hit it from the back
    Let me take off my pants
    Let me put away my strauss
    Bitch don’t be scared cuz you know I got your back
    Let me take you out, let’s go buy a house
    Let’s go fuck some bands up
    Blow a hunnid thousand
    Yes bitch I’m rich, I know you rich too
    I don’t give a fuck about your man he a duff
    Baby lets duck off
    Lets go smoke some buff
    Lets go hit the stu
    I know you like to sing
    You gon be my bitch if I buy your access ring
    Check your DM hoe, why the fuck you playin
    I hit you everyday, but your ass ain’t seeing
    But your ass will and when you do it sober
    Imma get your fucking name tatted on my shoulder
    I just signed a deal
    My wrist got colder
    I just wanna fuck Demi Lovato when I’m older

    [Chorus]
    I just wanna fuck Demi
    Nut on her titties
    Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
    I just wanna fuck Demi
    Bitch fuck with me
    I know you like Charlie
    Bitch don’t be stingyI just wanna fuck Demi
    Nut on her titties
    Whip out my cock, make that bitch lick it
    I just wanna fuck Demi
    Bitch fuck with me
    I know you like Charlie
    Bitch don’t be stingy


  • Kash Doll – Serious (feat. Natasha Mosely)

    Just cause you’re clever
    Don’t disclose where I was
    You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
    Am I supposed to take you serious?

    You want me to take you serious
    It’s gon’ take more then some (…..), Fendi
    Really, for real, boy for real
    For me to take you serious
    You want me to take you serious
    Uh-huh

    I’m a bad b*tch, I’m serious
    You got that swag so I’m serious
    I got that bank roll, I’m serious
    It’s getting physical, I’m serious
    Oh yeah, for real, for real
    For real, for real
    I’m serious, uh-huh

    You want me to take you serious?
    Gotta show me something
    Ain’t no used to fronting
    This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
    And I’m just here stunting
    Styling, Gucci slides on the island
    Diamonds on my medallion
    Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
    Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
    Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
    You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
    Know somebody who will
    That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
    If he ain’t got hustle, don’t f*ck him
    That’s gang, he a sucker

    DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
    Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
    It shouldn’t be news when I win
    That ain’t nothing new
    They see how I did the coupe
    Dip low, when I slide through
    They see how I did the boot
    Dip low when I ride to
    So if I call him boo
    Just know he the f*cking truth
    That’s real

    I’m serious like a heart attack
    Boy you know I got that water wet
    I told him boy don’t play
    Diamond rings, private jets
    Yeah, daddy I want all of that
    For me to take you serious
    Them diamonds ain’t real
    Them diamonds ain’t real
    You want me to take you serious
    You and I
    You want me to take you serious
    But you ain’t trying

    Just cause you’re clever
    Don’t disclose where I was
    You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
    Am I supposed to take you serious?
    You want me to take you serious
    It’s gon’ take more then some (…..), Fendi
    Really, for real, boy for real
    For me to take you serious
    You want me to take you serious
    Uh-huh


  • Kash Doll – Serious Lyrics

    [Hook]
    Just cause you’re clever
    Don’t disclose where I was
    You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
    Am I supposed to take you serious?
    You want me to take you serious
    It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
    Really, for real, boy for real
    For me to take you serious
    You want me to take you serious
    Uh-huh

    [Verse 1]
    I’m a bad bitch, I’m serious
    You got that swag so I’m serious
    I got that bank roll, I’m serious
    It’s getting physical, I’m serious
    Oh yeah, for real, for real
    For real, for real
    I’m serious, uh-huh

    [Verse 2]
    You want me to take you serious?
    Gotta show me something
    Ain’t no used to fronting
    This a million you’s, tryna be the only one
    And I’m just here stunting
    Styling, Gucci slides on the island
    Diamonds on my medallion
    Shoes is Itallian, bag Coco Chanel
    Bundles of ‘ported foreign, and I ain’t get ’em on sale
    Aha, wrist got me flexing, when I talk on my cell
    You don’t wanna swipe me? Oh well
    Know somebody who will
    That’s real, I don’t love ’em, I don’t trust ’em
    If he ain’t got hustle, don’t fuck him
    That’s gang, he a sucker
    DM’s full of body’s like the nudes I sent
    Snapchat me the filter, for every mood I’m in
    It shouldn’t be news when I win
    That ain’t nothing new
    They see how I did the coupe
    Dip low, when I slide through
    They see how I did the roof
    Dip low when I ride to
    So if I call him boo
    Just know he the fucking truth
    That’s real

    [Bridge]
    I’m serious like a heart attack
    Boy you know I got that water wet
    I told him boy don’t play
    Diamond rings, private jets
    Yeah, daddy I want all of that
    For me to take you serious
    Them diamonds ain’t real
    Them diamonds ain’t real
    You want me to take you serious
    You and I
    You want me to take you serious
    But you ain’t trying

    [Hook]
    Just cause you’re clever
    Don’t disclose where I was
    You slid in my head, told me I’m the one
    Am I supposed to take you serious?
    You want me to take you serious
    It’s gon’ take more then some [?], Fendi
    Really, for real, boy for real
    For me to take you serious
    You want me to take you serious
    Uh-huh


  • Molly Brazy – All I Know Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
    I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
    I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
    Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know

    [Verse 1]
    You know niggas want me I pay it no mind
    Niggas in my DM all the fucking time
    I just curve niggas and they stand in line
    I treat ’em like pigs and I don’t fuck with [?]
    Hit my line whenever you need me I be your time
    Fine as wine, me and you together equal shine
    Cause I’ll take a gun charge if we gotta ride
    And you like my draco, boy you stay right by my side
    I get a crazy feeling whenever you look in my eyes, butterflies
    You leave me alone that could be my demise
    We can rise, take the time to build the biggest enterprise
    Or we could slide like Bonnie and Clyde dodging [?] time
    For you I would do it far more than a million time
    Catch a grenade, take a bullet, baby I would die
    Just to show you that I owe you for changing my life
    All I know is me and you that is why you mine

    [Chorus]
    You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
    I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
    I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
    Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know

    [Verse 2]
    My drug, my plug, boy you keep me faded
    On every social page better say that you taken
    All this hard work we put in just to make it
    I’ll beat a hoe to sleep if she ever tryna break it
    Make me fall in love then you wonder why I’m crazy, it’s brazy
    I be spazzin’, I was dropped as a baby
    Get on one knee so I know that it’s real
    I wanna be dressed in all white like cocaine in the 80’s
    I’m lost in your love, everything you do amaze me
    My feelings on the table, my emotions are naked
    So whatever you do be sure to keep it 1K with me
    Don’t ever be shady, don’t ever try to play me
    Don’t ever time to a bitch if she hate me
    Let’s go get this money boy we can’t be lazy
    We match together everything could be gravy
    [?] Molly Brazy forever now that’s wavy

    [Chorus]
    You’re mine that’s how that goes, how that goes
    I don’t wanna share I want you all alone, all alone
    I get in my feeling when you entertain hoes, when you entertain hoes
    Baby you are mine that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know, that’s all I know
    That’s all I know, that’s all I know


  • Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag (feat. Migos) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

    [Intro: Gucci Mane]
    Shine
    It’s Gucci!
    It’s drop top, wizop
    Skrr

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Yeah!
    You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
    Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
    Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
    Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
    In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
    Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
    Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
    Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

    [Verse 1: Takeoff]
    Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
    Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
    Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
    100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
    Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
    Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
    I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
    I used to break and then enter
    Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
    It’s simple, I play with the mental
    Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
    Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
    Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
    Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
    A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
    Not from L.A. but I clip her (brrr!)
    Double my cup, pour a triple
    Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
    I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
    Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
    Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
    I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
    I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
    Backing up, bagging up vegetables
    Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
    Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
    Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
    I take off, landin’ on Nebula
    [?] 20 M’s on my schedule
    (Takeoff!)

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
    Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
    Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
    Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
    In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
    Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
    Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
    (It’s Gucci!)
    Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

    [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
    I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
    These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
    I won’t even like to freestyle for free
    I put in the key and I ride the beat
    I won’t even come out the house for free
    I pay a nigga to drive for me
    Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
    I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
    I get the-I get the-I get the bag
    They get the bag, had to cut it in half
    Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
    Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
    Convertible Wop, convertible top
    My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
    And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
    Take it easy baby
    Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
    Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
    I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
    Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
    They had to hate it
    Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
    I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
    It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
    I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
    Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
    Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
    Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
    In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
    Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
    Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
    Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!


  • Omega Crosby – Money lyrics

    [Chorus]
    They hate it when you shine, yea
    They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
    All these girls wanna be mine, yea
    But I ain’t got time, yea

    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh

    [Verse 1]
    High as the moon, fly as a kite
    She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
    I love these checks, the money’s my wife
    Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

    I go ham on em, ham on em
    They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
    They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
    They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

    Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
    Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
    I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
    I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

    They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
    They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
    I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
    If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

    [Chorus]
    They hate it when you shine, yea
    They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
    All these girls wanna be mine, yea
    But I ain’t got time, yea

    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh

    [Verse 2]
    Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
    The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
    I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
    Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

    If come to a color I be chasin green
    I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
    Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
    So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

    At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
    At the age of fourteen I got my first note
    At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
    Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

    I live like erryday my birthday
    I really drink champagne when im thirstay
    I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
    So fresh I put plug it in outta business

    [Chorus]
    They hate it when you shine, yea
    They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
    All these girls wanna be mine, yea
    But I ain’t got time, yea

    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh

    [Verse 3]
    Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
    Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
    Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
    Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

    What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
    Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
    I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
    I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

    [Chorus]
    They hate it when you shine, yea
    They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
    All these girls wanna be mine, yea
    But I ain’t got time, yea

    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh
    Get money, get money oh


  • Pressa – Sophomore

    [Hook]
    Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
    I’m the neighborhood sophomore
    Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
    So she don’t want a sophomore
    Give her every other dick that she could ask for
    But she just gonna ask more
    Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
    Cuz she just failed her last course

    [Verse 1]
    Good girl turned into a boss bitch
    You could called it corrupted
    I got bitches soaking wet like a ocean
    And I didn’t even touch it
    I ain’t even holler
    I think she would wanna suck my collar
    Got a dancer in the street like Caribana
    That’s my navy blue Phantom
    And Deadmihana go buy cars for the mandem
    And TBH go buy me up Rihanna
    Never listened to my teacher, never listened to the anthem
    Pocket full of gold so I keep a cup of magnums
    And I can chase these girls
    [?]
    Remember in her DM’s, now nigga I dodge ’em

    [Hook]
    Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
    I’m the neighborhood sophomore
    Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
    So she don’t want a sophomore
    Give her every other dick that she could ask for
    But she just gonna ask more
    Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
    Cuz she just failed her last course

    [Verse 2]
    Pressa need a mansion and a cottage
    Pressa finna skip his life through college
    [?] this ain’t Gucci, this ain’t Louis, that ain’t Pradas
    Balmain, Giuseppe, Balenciagas
    She the type to have her friends jealous
    Cuz Pressa might just buy her a necklace
    I don’t wanna chill and watch Netflix
    You can save it for the guys on the friends list
    She so bad got me in the girls change room
    She so bad might just get me suspended
    She the type to have a nigga rent it
    But I never ever took it offensive
    Pressa more realer than authentic
    Broke her heart but I never ever meant it
    Trust a bitch never thought for a second
    So she can be my trophy reason why I bought a pendant

    [Hook]
    Bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling like a sophomore
    I’m the neighborhood sophomore
    Got [?] fucking bags in the sophomore
    So she don’t want a sophomore
    Give her every other dick that she could ask for
    But she just gonna ask more
    Gotta skip a class she don’t wanna skip more
    Cuz she just failed her last course


  • Kap G – Freakin ‘n’ Geekin

    [Hook]
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    I got her freakin’ for the weekend
    Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
    Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
    I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend

    [Verse 1]
    I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
    She want attention, she touching on my dick print
    I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
    Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
    I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
    When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that Yum Sauce
    She got that dome sauce, now take your Uggs off
    Now take your bun off, now get me unsoft

    [Hook]
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    I got her freakin’ for the weekend
    Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
    Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
    I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend

    [Verse 2]
    Hola, nice to meet you
    Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
    And I been bout cappin’ and it’s R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh
    Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
    Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna pop the percocet
    I think she geekin’, yeah she liked my recent
    Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
    She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
    I think she cheatin’, TLC, she creepin

    [Hook]
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    I got her freakin’ for the weekend
    Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
    Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
    I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend
    Got her geekin’ for the weekend


  • OG Boobie Black – Goin Live

    [Hook]
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me with them bands
    You see me every day
    You got to be a fan
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me when I’m shining
    I’m about to show you something
    So you could leave a comment
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going live

    [Verse 1]
    Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
    A message to the streets
    I’m still a living man
    I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
    Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
    I see you in my DM’s
    But I don’t read no DM’s
    Two strippers in the bed
    Go live so I could see em
    I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
    I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

    [Pre Hook]
    Your hoes talking stupid
    I block em like I’m super
    I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
    I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
    I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

    [Hook]
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me with them bands
    You see me every day
    You got to be a fan
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me when I’m shining
    I’m about to show you something
    So you could leave a comment
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going live

    [Verse 2]
    I shout out all my niggas
    Who juggen with the scrilla
    I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
    I shout out all the cities
    I fuck with real niggas
    I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
    I see you on my line
    You loving on my lingo
    You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
    They tagging in my name
    That might just be the people
    I know the feds is watching
    So I don’t show my pistol

    [Pre hook]
    Your hoes talking stupid
    I block em like I’m super
    I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
    I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
    I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

    [Hook]
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me with them bands
    You see me every day
    You got to be a fan
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me when I’m shining
    I’m about to show you something
    So you could leave a comment
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going live


  • Trey Songz – Playboy (Tremaine The Album Album)

    [Chorus]
    Don’t know why I’m still
    Still kissing girls that I don’t love
    Still stumbling out of these clubs
    Still, I’m just so hard to trust
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
    Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
    Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

    [Verse 1]
    Too many nights to remember
    So many girls, I can’t count
    Can’t keep track of these adventures
    What has become of me now?
    I thought each one was special
    Oh, who am I kidding?
    Why do the things feel so good?
    That are so forbidden, okay
    That’s enough of child’s play
    I think it’s time to settle down
    But the game won’t let me out

    [Chorus]
    Don’t know why I’m still
    Still kissing girls that I don’t love
    Still stumbling out of these clubs
    Still, I’m just so hard to trust
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
    Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up
    Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

    [Verse 2]
    I’m feeling all kinds of pressure
    My momma wants another grandchild
    Can’t say I’m not making the effort
    But these women keep calling me out
    I guess I’m losing this battle
    Oh, I’d be trippin’
    Why do things that feel so good?
    Put me in this position, okay
    That’s enough of child’s play
    I think it’s time to settle down (settle down)
    But the game won’t let me out

    [Chorus]
    Don’t know why I’m still (I’m still)
    Still kissing girls that I don’t love
    Still stumbling out of these clubs
    Still, I’m just so hard to trust
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
    Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
    Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy

    [Bridge]
    Goes down way too many times in my DM
    Gave me way too many signs, I ain’t see them
    I just hope that I ain’t too late
    I just hope that I ain’t sealed my fate
    Oh baby, can I, can I pick it up?
    Can I get back the love?
    I really want to change my life
    Girl, there’s nothing that I want more now
    But the game won’t let me out

    [Chorus]
    Don’t know why I’m still
    Still kissing girls that I don’t love
    Still stumbling out of these clubs
    Still, I’m just so hard to trust
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy (still)
    Still running ’round tryin’ to lay up (lay up)
    Still fucking but I wanna make love, I really want to
    Don’t know why I’m still a playboy


  • GoldLink – Summatime (feat. Wale & Radiant Children)

    [Intro: Radiant Children]
    Young man you’re a gonner
    Caught up in California
    You’ve been lookin’ for gold
    But there’s nottin’ to hold
    Tell me have you seen him
    I want to tell’em how I’m feeling
    Yeah I say (yeee)
    I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
    But you, I used to think about you all the time
    Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
    These days you don’t even know me
    These days you don’t even phone me
    It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

    [Verse 1:GoldLink]
    Yeah she call me her hubby
    She love me but she in California
    Want to be the talk of the town, well move to California
    Duck out just to fuck her, so nobody knows it’s California
    Bottom feed me women, there’s so many they need marijuana
    And some good head, and you tell’em turn they phone off
    Tell them get so loose, then we catch them with their shirt off
    Girl take that skirt off, now put on your work clothes
    And baby put that guard down, we gonna piss the neighbors off
    Then I gotta go, girl to catch you at your day job
    Keep it all discreet, then I meet you in the nighttime
    You smell like the summatime, finer than a glass of wine
    You know that I speak in code, they don’t ever have to know
    Keep it on the hush, hush Keep it on the DM
    You slide down a poll, then i’m sliding down you TM
    They don’t know no details, do you fine like detail
    Imma blow your back out and your boyfriend get no details (yeah)

    [Chorus: Radiant Children]
    I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
    But you I used to think about you all the time
    Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
    These days you don’t even know me
    These days you don’t even phone me
    It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

    [Verse 2:Wale]
    (eeh)
    She call me on her early, she yearning for it from California
    I don’t got no girlfriend, but got some workers in California
    I be in that [?] Cannabis California
    And I be the prince of my city, bitch where my Apollonia
    Been a poet that’s been preforming for deaf ears
    Raf Simmons my sweat suit hear me loud clear
    Back to back in a matte black
    When I fuck and i call her back
    When i’m stuck cause I think she left one of her glass slippers
    Cinderella what’s your real intentions
    You want to move to Calabasas but it’s too expensive
    You want to be with Yeezy, Travis, Migos, or the Genis
    You want to fuck a hunnid rappers if it gets you nearer
    Keep it on the hush hush, keep it on the DL
    I be in your dreams, but they be in your DMs
    And my only weakness reefer or them females
    Me and Goldlink second home is that 310

    [Chorus: Radiant Children] (x2)
    I haven’t seen you seen you since the summatime
    But you I used to think of you all the time
    Back when I was still tryin’ to make you mine
    These days you don’t even know me
    These days you don’t even phone me
    It’s a love crime, it’s a love crime

    [Outro]
    Oooooooo (oooohhh)


  • OG Boobie Black – Goin Live Lyrics

    [Hook]
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me with them bands
    You see me every day
    You got to be a fan
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me when I’m shining
    I’m about to show you something
    So you could leave a comment
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going live

    [Verse 1]
    Early in the morning, I’m fucking with the gram
    A message to the streets
    I’m still a living man
    I’m sorry for you haters, you need to get some money
    Your bitch wrote on my page and told me that she love me
    I see you in my DM’s
    But I don’t read no DM’s
    Two strippers in the bed
    Go live so I could see em
    I’m always in the picture I know you see me bitches
    I know your status fake, you must be in your feelings

    [Pre Hook]
    Your hoes talking stupid
    I block em like I’m super
    I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
    I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
    I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

    [Hook]
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me with them bands
    You see me every day
    You got to be a fan
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me when I’m shining
    I’m about to show you something
    So you could leave a comment
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going live

    [Verse 2]
    I shout out all my niggas
    Who juggen with the scrilla
    I shout out to them bitches who comment on my pictures
    I shout out all the cities
    I fuck with real niggas
    I’m smoking going live, might say some shit ridiculous
    I see you on my line
    You loving on my lingo
    You comment I’m the sickest, you sending kiss and emo’s
    They tagging in my name
    That might just be the people
    I know the feds is watching
    So I don’t show my pistol

    [Pre hook]
    Your hoes talking stupid
    I block em like I’m super
    I got a side bitch and I nicked named her tootta
    I motivate my niggas to keep making that moolah
    I’m always going live, nigga you see what I’m doing

    [Hook]
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me with them bands
    You see me every day
    You got to be a fan
    I’m going live on the gram
    You see me when I’m shining
    I’m about to show you something
    So you could leave a comment
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going, i’m going
    Live, live
    I’m going live


  • Nines – Getting Money Now (One Foot Out Album)

    [Hook]
    We gettin’ money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They gon’ be horny when we see them
    They gon’ be horny when we see them
    We got money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    I got money now, now

    [Verse 1: Nines]
    Stretchin’ keys, don’t need to give my ‘nect the P’s
    Them man are still preppin’ D’s
    Come through with my neck on freeze
    I ain’t browsing, I’m spending G’s
    Them niggas starving, soon bill a tennis court in my garden
    I ain’t scared when they Yay’s touchin’ cuh it’s less risky when you pay customs
    If you had my chick, you’d probably never cheat
    But I be smashin’ groupies on these Fendi sheets
    Them rappers can’t keep up with me
    Ten racks, I blew it like a cup of tea
    My nigga Jojo be in that lambo
    Anywhere I go then gang go
    Always wanted a penthouse
    Now I treat the penthouse like a bando

    [Hook]
    We gettin’ money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    We got money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They gon’ be horny when we see them
    They gon’ be horny when we see them

    [Verse 2: Nines]
    Uh, whip up, made a fiend white the spoon
    Hollywood lookin’ like the moon
    Don’t think I’m gettin’ money now I won’t see a paigon and run him down
    Now I’m on the rise
    BMT, most the city love me just for being me
    I went Africa, see niggas starve
    Felt bad comin’ home business class
    I make six figures every summer drought
    Way before rap, I had one foot out
    They don’t know how long I put ground work in
    Now me and Skrapz soon be crowd surfing
    Still riskin’ my freedom for my set
    Re-up gang, I just wanna call the ‘nect
    Hoes and dough nigga that’s all I get
    Wasn’t like this when I was wearin’ Sports Direct

    [Bridge]
    We gon’ make it out the ends one day
    One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
    Look at where I come from
    Shit’s so real, real, real

    [Hook]
    We gettin’ money now, now
    From the AM to the PM
    All these bad bitches in my DM, yeah
    They’ll be horny when we see them
    They’ll be horny when we see them