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  • Aminé – WHY? Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah
    This sound like
    Yeah my momma told me to close the door
    I don’t wanna close it no more

    [Hook]
    Ohh, I wonder why
    Yeah, I wonder why, why
    Yeah, I wonder why
    Me I wonder why, why
    Yeah, I wonder why
    She wonder why, why
    I wonder why
    She be wondering why, why

    [Bridge]
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (Keep my head down)
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (Keep my head down)
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (i’m gon’ show no frowns)
    Why, why, why

    [Verse 1]
    (Okay drop it)
    To the floor and I’m back
    Had to relax and never relapse
    Shoutout to Reese, the sex was like crack
    I need love, I’m depressed
    I’m a fool, I’m a mess
    But my first priority is never second best
    (I’ve been down, PCH with the fam)
    I’m that nigga and I know it
    (I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
    Pupils dilated, they don’t focus
    (I can feel the sun hittin’ on my veins)
    Can’t nobody ever know this, they can’t know this
    (Ridin’ ’round ain’t nobody on my brain)
    Probably on some fresh shit
    Should’ve done some mess shit
    Runnin’ through my last check
    Wish I knew some magic
    Stressin’ out crazy
    Wish I had a [?]
    Said she wanna talk, but I hope it’s not a baby

    [Hook]
    Ohh, I wonder why
    Yeah, I wonder why, why
    Yeah, I wonder why
    Me I wonder why, why
    Yeah, I wonder why
    She wonder why, why
    I wonder why
    She be wondering why, why

    [Bridge]
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (Keep my head down)
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (Keep my head down)
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (I’m gon’ show no frowns)
    Why, why, why

    [Verse 2]
    I just bought my momma a new whip, straight cash
    I payed my taxes, so it hurts my racks
    I hate when niggas say, “chill out”, and they ain’t got no chill
    They let me skip the DMV line, that’s when I knew it was real
    I pulled up, like it, goin’, pretty, fast
    I’m the, type to, get the, bag
    Fuck it, let’s just, count it, fast
    I don’t know why I’m feeling down
    I don’t know no goofies, or no loose leafs
    This ain’t a hand out, don’t take no cookies
    Hey look I’m stressed out, I’m straight from movies
    But this is real life, so let’s just, you know what, fuck it

    [Hook]
    Ohh, I wonder why
    Yeah, I wonder why, why
    Yeah, I wonder why
    Me I wonder why, why
    Yeah, I wonder why
    She wonder why, why
    I wonder why
    She be wondering why, why

    [Bridge]
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (Keep my head down)
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (Keep my head down)
    Why, why, why, why, why, why, why
    (I’m gon’ show no frowns)
    Why, why, why

    [Outro]
    Running out of breath
    Everytime we fuck
    The sex is amazing
    It feels like a rush
    I’m running out of breath
    Everytime we fuck
    The sex is amazing
    It feels like a rush (a rush)


  • Kodak Black – Erykah Badu

    [Intro]
    Ight come on
    Aye

    [Verse 1]
    I’m turned up on a jolly
    I will milly rock on any block fuckin’ Kodak boppin’
    I will hit a nigga with that Glock, don’t really do no talkin’
    I will Diddy bop on any thot, she suck me ’till she coughin’
    I will let it rip on all of y’all, just try me bitch I promise
    Call me K, I got to always keep the K cause I got knowledge
    I be ballin’ like Pheonix, but they say I’m hooked on phonic
    You won’t catch a nigga tweetin’
    I be schemin’, I be plottin’
    They be leechin’, they be watchin’
    She be geekin’ off the molly
    Call me K, I got knowledge
    Keep the K cause I got knowledge
    I be drippin’, I be saucin’
    I be limpin’ when I’m walkin’
    I’m so fucked up in the noggin’
    I be hearin’ bitches talkin’
    Since I’m always fuckin’ eatin’ M’s, wet the cutlass candy
    You know I don’t fuckin’ give a damn, whack you and your mammy
    This is orange, don’t say tangerine cause I will get offended
    I want Actavis Promethazine, don’t want that shit you sippin’
    And believe me, I ain’t conceited
    I’m just chillin’, I’m just livin’
    And so what if I’m conceited, that’s just me but that’s my business
    Remember I was in a sticky one, reality done hit me
    Boy these niggas will make you kill some, they always in they feelings
    Nigga what would y’all do, if you could be me for minute
    Nigga what would God do, if we can fuckin’ switch positions
    Aye repeat what you just said cause I was rollin’ when you told me
    Can’t believe what you just said bitch I be [?]
    A lil soldier from off Nolia
    I can’t stay from out the corner
    I don’t care none ’bout these foreigns, I’ll pull up in a ‘Yota
    I was raised in a dope hole, posted on the stroll
    Put a nigga in a choke hold ‘fore I sell my soul

    [Verse 2]
    Can’t keep these bitches off me
    Now my bitch think I’m trippin’, got her trynna stalk me
    Think before I do the shit, false move a culprit
    Got plans for tomorrow, been a man and [?]
    I don’t know you bitch, let me get your social
    Got a power stayin’ bulker and another on commercial
    I would rather hit the fuckin’ plug before I go commercial
    Stop that tweet, I’ll murk you
    I be geekin’ like I’m Urkle
    Crackers came and got my uncle and he went in in December
    I’m a come through bouncin’ in that orange, you’ll think I’m Tigger
    Project baby, grew up in the park, you can call me Tigger
    It’s whatever, I’ll rock a fella, and I’m on a jigga
    If I ever meet Erykah Badu, I’ma fuck her
    If I ever see you, out in public, I’ma touch you
    Threw a meat, stayin’ busta free, I’ll bust a busta
    In a busted bus, nigga, my interior peanut butter
    Shawty said that that my kid, prolly is cause I was beatin’ her
    Prolly not, it prolly is, really think that I’ll feed her
    I was in the DMV and I was runnin’ up to meter
    Settin’ trends, goin’ Super Saiyan, whipped out like Vegeta
    In a stolo smokin’ reefer, rockin’ Polo in Adidas
    Ridin’ olo with the Nina, I don’t know no nigga meaner


  • Wale – Fish N Grits (feat. Travis Scott)

    [Intro: Wale]
    That post Rodeo flow, you know
    Folarin the genius, Scott the king
    Uh, look

    [Verse 1: Wale & Travis Scott]
    Yeah, Cartier, what your wrist doing?
    In the Ace with my nigga whip
    Real nigga in that Will&Rich
    I ain’t stopping ’til a nigga fifty mil’
    I ain’t tripping ’til a nigga hundred mil’
    I ain’t tripping ’til I’m five hundred mil’
    Funny, weighing on the money
    But I’m buying ice to let all of these niggas chill
    Never ever gotta write a will
    Niggas won’t beat me like Emmett Till
    Niggas won’t bite me like Holyfield
    Might run it back on you, I’m in the field
    Hey, that money be coming in, look
    Money be coming in, look
    I just left the Rodeo
    Then she riding my jawn again
    She ridin’ my jawn again, got up on again
    And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone her
    You know I’ma stoner, stoner, stoner, stoner
    You know I’ma loner, loner, loner, loner
    Smokin’ that dope, only Cali could do it
    Doing my shows, all the bitches gon’ bump us
    Show off my car, there’s living with no limit
    I could buy a house and a Benz in the morning
    This is important

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
    Whippin’ up a pot, fish grits
    Never seen a night like this, yeah
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
    Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
    Never had a night like this

    [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
    Never seen nothing like this
    Yeah, don’t make me hit the button, hit the nitrous
    Yeah, bang her right soon as the light hit
    Yeah, I tend to see the moon soon as the day flip
    Yeah, auto-auto-automatic
    Swerving, switching through traffic
    Every time I call your phone
    I’m picking up, hearing static
    Lobby looking like magic
    Living room on stadium

    [Verse 3: Wale]
    She ain’t too far from the DMV
    From the DMV, I am the greatest one
    I’m not a killer, boy, don’t make me one
    I’ma chill, I got a baby comin’
    My partner said it’s gon’ be tougher for me
    I ain’t a sucker, pussy or fakers down
    Real G nigga, it’s elementary, nigga
    Douja rolled in a Swisher
    Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
    Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
    Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
    Heard the Clinton’s moving back around the way
    Hope they brought Lewinsky with ’em
    Yeah, woo!

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
    Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
    Never seen a night like this, yeah
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
    Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
    Never had a night like this


  • GoldLink – Pray Everyday (Survivor’s Guilt)

    [Hook]
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

    [Verse 1]
    Hold my black nina in the sky shoot it high
    Maybe hit an angel watch it fall down, fam
    Free the whole posse, free the guys
    All my life been addicted to the pussy that’s my vice, yeah
    Drinkin’ drinkin’ drinkin’ all my problems
    I don’t need nobody, I just need my bottle that’s for certain
    Put the pussy on the pedestal
    I don’t got no industry friends, cause I’m rude
    So I told myself

    [Hook]
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam

    [Verse 2]
    Momma pray everyday, head straight
    Kept my head right, round my whole state
    You know you gon’ have to keep a bad bitch
    You know that the younger niggas look at you
    Ride with a nigga, yeah they feel you
    Cactus for my Citron, know I had to
    But the music business think that you gon’ take our chance nigga
    Pass Kanye, and be the man, cool
    DC, yeah you know they fucking proud of you
    Wilding out, shout out Luciano, yeah we’re fine now
    Out this motherfucking, prolly be up in the White House
    White bitch talking ’bout she love her niggas blacked out
    From the north than begin the south
    Went to Penthouse suite from sleeping up on momma couch on momma house
    And momma gave him momma slave and now her son is getting paid
    And papa was a rolling stone now his son on Rolling Stone
    And all I said was shit

    [Hook]
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons ‘way, fam
    Pray everyday, say your grace nigga
    Keep the haters, keep the demons, keep the haters
    Keep ’em, keep ’em

    [Outro]
    Lord I pray for wealth and power over all these motherfuckers
    For the DMV to reign for many moons
    Fuck these rappers. Fuck these labels
    Fuck these bitches. Fuck these bitches, you hear me
    They killed my nigga and I pray for revenge
    Control me and use me the way you would allow me to
    Amen


  • Mine – Tink featuring G Herbo lyrics

    Lyrics Tink – Mine

    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go.

    Got a gang of b*tches
    Stress theyselves out tryna be my favorite b*tches
    b*tches that won’t let go when I used to f*ck on basic b*tches
    But you, I f*ck with you, ’cause I get you, you like my clue
    I don’t judge you but don’t try me
    If I’m wit’ you that’s ’cause I choose
    Anyway I’ma keep it 100, I like the way you penetrate
    With that said, I love it but you gon’ manipulate
    And just take that anyway versuri-lyrics.info
    Every time you ask me what we gon’ be I just grin and say
    “Even if we fall off I don’t wanna let that take my friend away”
    I’m honest, I ain’t gon’ lie to your face
    And you ‘posed to appreciate it
    Otherwise go ’round the way and let them suckers grease ya baby
    Gas ya, ride ’til you on E and go right past ya
    Now you stuck on still until them junkyard dummies smash ya
    I ain’t gon’ lie, I see a good girl
    Sometimes when I look in your eyes
    Most times I just see through your ways
    Your ways lead me straight to your thighs
    Plus I don’t know what’s on your mind
    Always need your friends to cosign
    Never asked for you to be mine
    Being yours, I don’t have no time.

    If only you were minee, if only you were mineee
    Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
    If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
    Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
    If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
    I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
    If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
    Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go.

    Now you f*cked up if you think I’ma be chasin’ these niggas
    I’m thrown off when I’m next to you and I’m trying things that I never do
    Your money long but your head gone
    All my friends telling me don’t
    Problem is you’re a street nigga and you’re always sending me on
    Truly you are my best friend
    I fell in love and I can’t pretend
    Vibe right so don’t fall back
    If we go together, just call it that
    See I show you off ’cause I ain’t ashamed of you
    I’m just sick of playing all these guessing games with you
    Tatted on me, we skin deep, and I ride with him, no DMV
    Test drive it, it’s all yours, I miss you there when you on tour
    Understand you a boss man, you busy getting your hustle on
    But every nigga got one b*tch that he call on when he feel alone
    Bottom b*tch, your main thing
    Your best drug, your worst pain
    Your girlfriend, your confidant
    These niggas actin’ so nonchalant
    But I know you need this, it ain’t no secret
    Yes I’m the loyal type, I’m just tryna make you mine.

    If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
    Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
    If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
    Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
    If only you were mineee, if only you were mineee
    I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
    If only you were minee, if only you were mineee
    Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it gooo.
    Tink lyrics
    Video Tink


  • Tink & G Herbo – Mine

    [Hook: Tink & G Herbo]
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go

    [Verse 1: G Herbo]
    Got a gang of bitches
    Stress theyselves out tryna be my favorite bitches
    Bitches that won’t let go and I used to fuck on basic bitches
    But you, I fuck with you, ’cause I get you, you like my clue
    I don’t judge you but don’t try me
    If I’m wit’ you that’s ’cause I choose
    Anyway I’ma keep it 100, I like the way you penetrate
    With that said, I love it but you gon’ manipulate
    And just take that anyway
    Every time you ask me what we gon’ be I just grin and say
    Even if we fall off I don’t wanna let that take my friend away
    I’m honest, I ain’t gon’ lie to your face
    And you ‘posed to appreciate it
    Otherwise go ’round the way and let them suckers grease ya baby
    Gas ya, ride ’til you on E and go right past ya
    Now you stuck on still until them junkyard dummies smash you
    I ain’t gon’ lie, I see a good girl
    Sometimes when I look in your eyes
    Most times I just see through your ways
    Your ways lead me straight to your thighs
    Plus I don’t know what’s on your mind
    Always need your friends to cosign
    Never asked for you to be mine
    Being yours, I don’t have no time

    [Hook: Tink & G Herbo]
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go

    [Verse 2: Tink]
    Now you fucked up if you think I’ma be chasin’ these niggas
    I’m thrown off when I’m next to you and I’m trying things that I never do
    Your money long but your head gone
    All my friends telling me don’t
    Problem is you’re a street nigga and you’re always sending me on
    Truly you are my best friend
    I fell in love and I can’t pretend
    Vibe right so don’t fall back
    If we go together, just call it that
    See I show you off ’cause I ain’t ashamed of you
    I’m just sick of playing all these guessing games with you
    Tatted on me, we skin deep, and I ride with him, no DMV
    Test drive it, it’s all yours, I miss you there when you on tour
    Understand you a boss man, you busy getting your hustle on
    But every nigga got one bitch that he call on when he feel alone
    Bottom bitch, your main thing
    Your best drug, your worst pain
    Your girlfriend, your confidant
    These niggas actin’ so nonchalant
    But I know you need this, it ain’t no secret
    Yes I’m the loyal type, I’m just tryna make you mine

    [Hook: Tink & G Herbo]
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Baby I’m thuggin’, I can’t be your boyfriend
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Maybe I could be but I don’t know if I should be
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    I can’t be yours baby, know I be on tour crazy
    If only you were mine, if only you were mine
    Just keep that on the low, baby you know how it go


  • Running back – Wale feat. Lil Wayne lyrics

    Lyrics Wale – Running back

    B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
    These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

    Look, my b*tch is on Tumblr, your b*tch need a tummy tuck
    Since Jesus and Nazareth, the realest you’ve come across
    I be with killers just coming home
    They only hope is me and the Quran
    They only wish is for a new chain
    But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
    I get the money stacked, see the moon’s where it’s sunny at
    And I move where the realest be
    And the quickest, see baby, you gettin’ lapped
    Yeah, the DMV on the map
    That’s a city, two states if you can count
    I’m as real as I say, I never lie
    So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back.

    B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
    These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeahhh
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

    These b*tches want money stacks
    Me? I want a hundred stacks
    These b*tches selling their soul
    Well, I want my money back
    She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
    Look what them booty shots done to that
    That b*tch need her money back, Lord
    She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
    She say I buy her all kinds of things
    She lie about everything
    I put her on time out and everything
    I cut the b*tch off like a thread of string
    These hoes’ll say about anything
    ‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
    That’s why I get high about every day
    All of this fog like the weather change
    Turn the strip club to a hurricane
    We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
    And we do not play games ’bout money, mane
    She do something strange for money, mane
    Yeah, I used to play running back
    I turnt that football to a money bag, I’m gone.

    B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
    These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

    We balling, we balling
    Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
    Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin’
    We balling, Wale, f*ck with me
    Mula baby!
    Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
    We gon’ ball all season, whole season and post-season
    For no reason, f*ck with meee.
    Wale lyrics
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  • Wale – Running Back (feat. Lil Wayne)

    [Hook: Wale]
    Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
    These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in

    [Verse 1: Wale]
    Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck
    Since Jesus and Nazareth, the realest you’ve come across
    I be with killers just coming home
    They only hope is me and the Quran
    They only wish is for a new chain
    But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
    I get the money stacked, see the moon’s where it’s sunny at
    And I move where the realest be
    And the quickest, see baby, you gettin’ lapped
    Yeah, the DMV on the map
    That’s a city, two states if you can count
    I’m as real as I say, I never lie
    So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back

    [Hook: Wale]
    Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
    These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in

    [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
    These bitches want money stacks
    Me? I want a hundred stacks
    These bitches selling their soul
    Well, I want my money back
    She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
    Look what them booty shots done to that
    That bitch need her money back, Lord
    She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
    She say I buy her all kinds of things
    She lie about everything
    I put her on time out and everything
    I cut the bitch off like a thread of string
    These hoes’ll say about anything
    ‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
    That’s why I get high about everything
    All of this fog like the weather change
    Turn the strip club to a hurricane
    We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
    And we do not play games ’bout money, mane
    She do something strange for money, mane
    Yeah, I used to play running back
    I turnt that football to a money bag, I’m gone

    [Hook: Wale]
    Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
    You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
    These bitches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
    Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in
    See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in, the money be coming in

    [Outro: Lil Wayne & (Wale)]
    We balling, we balling
    Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
    Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin’
    We balling, Wale, fuck with me
    Mula baby!
    Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
    We gon’ ball all season, whole season and post-season
    For no reason, fuck with me


  • Wale – Running Back lyrics

    These girls just want money stacks
    I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole
    I used to play running back
    These niggas be fumbling
    Don’t you give ’em no gun again
    This money be flying out here
    ‘Cause money be coming in

    Said the money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    Say you niggas just run your mouth
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in

    My chick is on Tumblr
    Bitch, y’all need a tummy suck
    Since Jesus and Nazareth
    The realest you’ve come across
    I be with killers just coming home
    They only hope is me and the Quran
    They only wish is for that new chain
    But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
    I get the money stacked
    To the moon where it’s sunny at
    And I move where the realest be
    And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin’ lapped
    Look, the DMV on the map
    That’s a city, two states if you can count
    I’m as real as I say, I never lie
    So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back

    These girls just want money stacks
    I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole
    I used to play running back
    These niggas be fumbling
    Don’t you give ’em no gun again
    This money be flying out here
    ‘Cause money be coming in

    Said the money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    Say you niggas just run your mouth
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in

    These girls want money stacks
    I want a hundred stacks
    These girls selling their soul
    I want my money back
    She bouncing like jumping jacks
    But she got a funny back
    Look what the booty shots under that
    That girl need her money back
    I like the finer things
    She said I sent her a diamond ring
    She say I buy her all kinds of things
    She lie about everything
    I put her on time out and everything
    I cut the girl off like a dirty string
    These girls’ll say about anything
    ‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
    That’s why I get high about everything
    All of this [?] like the weather strange
    Turn the strip club to a hurricane
    You know that we the snow flurry gang
    And we do not play games with money, mane
    She do something strange for money, mane
    I used to play running back
    I turn that football to a money bag

    These girls just want money stacks
    I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole
    I used to play running back
    These niggas be fumbling
    Don’t you give ’em no gun again
    This money be flying out here
    ‘Cause money be coming in

    Said the money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    Say you niggas just run your mouth
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in

    We balling, we balling
    We balling, we balling
    Hey darling, hey darling
    Balling, balling, balling


  • Wale – Running Back Lyrics

    [Hook: Wale]
    These girls just want money stacks
    I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole
    I used to play running back
    These niggas be fumbling
    Don’t you give ’em no gun again
    This money be flying out here
    ‘Cause money be coming in

    [Post-Hook: Wale]
    Said the money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    Say you niggas just run your mouth
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in

    [Verse 1: Wale]
    My chick is on Tumblr
    Bitch, y’all need a tummy suck
    Since Jesus and Nazareth
    The realest you’ve come across
    I be with killers just coming home
    They only hope is me and the Quran
    They only wish is for that new chain
    But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
    I get the money stacked
    To the moon where it’s sunny at
    And I move where the realest be
    And the quickest, see, baby, you gettin’ lapped
    Look, the DMV on the map
    That’s a city, two states if you can count
    I’m as real as I say, I never lie
    So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back

    [Hook: Wale]
    These girls just want money stacks
    I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole
    I used to play running back
    These niggas be fumbling
    Don’t you give ’em no gun again
    This money be flying out here
    ‘Cause money be coming in

    [Post-Hook: Wale]
    Said the money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    Say you niggas just run your mouth
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in

    [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
    These girls want money stacks
    I want a hundred stacks
    These girls selling their soul
    I want my money back
    She bouncing like jumping jacks
    But she got a funny back
    Look what the booty shots under that
    That girl need her money back
    I like the finer things
    She said I sent her a diamond ring
    She say I buy her all kinds of things
    She lie about everything
    I put her on time out and everything
    I cut the girl off like a dirty string
    These girls’ll say about anything
    ‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
    That’s why I get high about everything
    All of this [?] like the weather strange
    Turn the strip club to a hurricane
    You know that we the snow flurry gang
    And we do not play games with money, mane
    She do something strange for money, mane
    I used to play running back
    I turn that football to a money bag

    [Hook: Wale]
    These girls just want money stacks
    I just want my percent
    She told me to hit the hole
    I used to play running back
    These niggas be fumbling
    Don’t you give ’em no gun again
    This money be flying out here
    ‘Cause money be coming in

    [Post-Hook: Wale]
    Said the money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in
    Say you niggas just run your mouth
    My niggas, we run this shit
    The money be coming in
    The money be coming in

    [Outro: Wale & Lil Wayne]
    We balling, we balling
    We balling, we balling
    Hey darling, hey darling
    Balling, balling, balling


  • Travi$ Scott – Fish N Grits (feat. Wale) (Days Before Birds Album) letras

    [Intro: Wale]
    That post Rodeo flow, you know
    Folarin the genius, Scott the king
    Uh, look

    [Verse 1: Wale & Travis Scott]
    Yeah, Cartier, what your wrist doing?
    In the Ace with my nigga whip
    Real nigga in that will & rich
    I ain’t stopping ’til a nigga fifty mil’
    I ain’t tripping ’til a nigga hundred mil’
    I ain’t tripping ’til I’m five hundred mil’
    Funny, weighing on the money
    But I’m buying ice to let all of these niggas chill
    Never ever gotta write a will
    Niggas won’t beat me like Emmett Till
    Niggas won’t bite me like Holyfield
    Might run it back on you, I’m in the field
    Hey, that money be coming in, look
    Money be coming in, look
    I just left the Rodeo
    Then she riding my jawn again
    She ridin’ my jawn again, got up on again
    And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone her
    You know I’ma stoner, stoner, stoner, stoner
    You know I’ma loner, loner, loner, loner
    Smokin’ that dope, only Cali could do it
    Doing my shows, all the bitches gon’ bump us
    Show off my car, there’s living with no limit
    I could buy a house and a Benz in the morning
    This is important

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drink, another hit?
    Whippin’ up a pot, fish grits
    Never seen a night like this, yeah
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
    Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
    Never had a night like this

    [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
    Never seen nothing like this
    Yeah, don’t make me hit the button, hit the nitrous
    Yeah, bang her right soon as the light hit
    Yeah, I tend to see the moon soon as the day flip
    Yeah, auto-auto-automatic
    Swerving, switching through traffic
    Every time I call your phone
    I’m picking up, hearing static
    Got me looking like magic
    Living room on stadium

    [Verse 3: Wale]
    She ain’t too far from the DMV
    From the DMV, I am the greatest one
    I’m not a killer, boy, don’t make me one
    I’ma chill, I got a baby comin’
    My partner said it’s gon’ be tougher for me
    I ain’t a sucker, pussy or fakers down
    Real G nigga, it’s elementary, nigga
    Douja rolled in a Swisher
    Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
    Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
    Bun B, Pimp C, nigga
    Heard the Clinton’s moving back around the way
    Hope they brought Lewinsky with ’em
    Yeah, woo!

    [Hook: Travis Scott]
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drink, another hit?
    Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
    Never seen a night like this, yeah
    Never seen a night like this
    Won’t you take a drag, another hit?
    Whippin’ up the pot, fish grits
    Never had a night like this