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  • EDEN – 909 Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Verse 1]
    So hold on if you want (Want)
    I don’t wanna play this, no
    I don’t have the patience
    And last year was a long one
    And these days are reruns
    A fine time for a breakdown, yes
    Let’s find words to tear these walls down
    And I threw them all away
    If I start then I probably won’t stop
    ‘Cause the world moves on and the lights stay on
    For the next one, and next one, it’s an ocean
    No, I don’t wanna waste forever
    But I can if I want to
    There’s so much that can change my mind
    So much of me has changed, how could I ever feel the same?

    [Chorus]
    So dive in, to my home
    It’s all I have, woah (Coming up for the weekend, running as far as we can)
    So drive me, ’till the shore
    Spoken like a real life savior
    NASCAR, we’re just racing in circles again (Woo)
    (We’ll get it right for the next time)

    [Verse 2]
    Bleed out, it’s a cold night
    City views killed the starlight
    Sleeping at the wheel for the first time
    It’s terrifying when you wake up
    A few years later it’s a new time
    Hard to see how it stands from the inside
    Inside, it’s tried if it’s tiring (Yeah)
    You then, leave

    [Chorus]
    So dive in, to my home
    (Cassini don’t come home, you don’t want to say it)
    It’s all I have, woah (And I don’t want to know, but I feel it, I feel)
    (Coming up for the weekend, running as far as we can)
    So drive me, ’till the shore
    (And I don’t want to be here, but I don’t want to go)
    Spoken like a real life savior (‘Cause I need it)
    NASCAR, we’re ju–

    [Outro]
    The lone and level sands stretch far away
    The lone and level sands stretch far away
    The lone and level sands stretch far away-far away-far away
    The lone and level sands stretch far-
    The lone and level sands stretch far away
    The lone-


  • G Herbo – Up It Lyrics

    [Intro]

    [Verse 1]
    Ratchet shit
    Shawty [?] popping out the cut, fat bitch shit
    Shawty know why I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
    Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m really what’s happening
    I just popped a little [?] so I’m feeling fantastic
    I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work cause I’ve been in the bank like [?]
    I buy lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
    Hood bitch with me I’m like NASCAR driver [?]
    And I’m smoking [?] she giving head while I’m driving, I’ma fuck around and crash
    I’m like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion
    I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they’re plastic
    In that new shit I can self park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic
    And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
    Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
    Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
    But it ain’t really cause of her face or her basic ass

    [Chorus]
    Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
    Nigga fuck it
    I’ma count this bitch and up it
    She gon’ up it
    Bitch up it
    Quick get to ducking
    Fuck it, bitch up it

    [Verse 2]
    [?] lil racist ass
    You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
    You hating on me cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
    We ain’t smoking but [?] you think we laced the bag
    I got my bitch a Chanel bag, caught like twelve stacks
    Running track hoes, fuck your [?]
    And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
    Tell a nigga what he gon’ do, make him fast forward
    [?] keep that Mac, no Pro Tools
    Keep that bag
    Overheat that Mac
    And I’m a star, check my [?]
    You can’t see these hoes from afar
    [?]
    Word to my mom, word to y’all
    Word to Allah, whoever your god
    [?]

    [Chorus]
    Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
    Nigga fuck it
    I’ma count this bitch and up it
    She gon’ up it
    Bitch up it
    Quick get to ducking
    Fuck it, bitch up it


  • Quando Rondo – Unconditional Lyrics

    [Intro: Quando Rondo]
    Pooh, you a fool for this one
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
    Ooo, Quando Rondo nigga
    Winners circle

    [Chorus: Quando Rondo]
    Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
    I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
    EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
    In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
    My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
    I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
    Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
    Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
    NASCAR

    [Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
    Same pitfall, who we get, we were paper chasin’
    Rubber bands inside my shoebox
    Ain’t no nothin’ ’bout no safe (’Bout no safe)
    Spendin’ shit and get it back it back again
    That fixture’s in rotation (In rotation)
    I know these niggas hatin’ but [?] it ’cause that just motivates
    She hit it from the back, my jack got beated on her
    Caught the pussy, gave that hustle and then I skeeted on her
    I cut my partner off, no scissors, realized I ain’t needed homie
    I put my trust in that lil’ bitty but she [?] around and cheated on me
    Constant conversations with me ex, she wanna be together
    I came up from the bottom so my motto “yeah, we Rich Forever”
    Free my nigga Queasy, we hit licks together
    Beefin’ wit’ the Opps, we swang that block
    We take the sticks together, yeah

    [Chorus: Quando Rondo]
    Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
    I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
    EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
    In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
    My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
    I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
    Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
    Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
    NASCAR

    [Verse 2: Lancito]
    Pull up in a fast car wit’ the doors goin’ suicide
    Money over bitches, that forever be my alibi
    Had to leave my bitch ’cause she [?] with the other side
    Catch her wit’ a nigga, choppa singin’ like a lullaby
    My new bitch, she be carvin’ but I think I love the chase tho’
    Nike shoebox, got me screamin’ [?] a safe tho’
    Stars in the ceilin’, this this outta space flow
    They wanna let me [?] but let me hit in a Wraith tho’
    My momma, she be trippin’ all night, I be schemin’
    Balmain’s is on my body, it protects me from my demons
    Half a mil’ on Worldstar, think I must be dreamin’
    That’s my baby girl, she the Kel to my Kenan
    And these niggas wanna beat me, they need me
    And they know soon they gon’ see me, on TV
    I be [?] all these pop stars like RiRi
    Swear this shit is not a game now, believe me

    [Chorus: Quando Rondo]
    Unconditional fake love, that’s what they showed me (Showed me)
    I been grindin’, perfect timin’ on my Rollie (Rollie)
    EA Sports, I’m in the game ballin’ like Kobe (Kobe)
    In the trenches rockin’ out wit’ my lil’ woadie
    My girl rock her like a rockstar wit’ no guitar
    I’ve been [?] on these bad, bad broads, all these pop stars
    Cruisin’ on an interstate in a fast car
    Bring the real cat scat, practice, not a NASCAR
    NASCAR


  • Lil Skies – Red Roses lyrics

    (feat. Landon Cube)

    [Intro]
    Menoh

    [Hook: Lil Skies]
    And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
    We get high to pass time but bitch I ain’t no fiend
    I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
    Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
    Please don’t send me naked pictures, I don’t like to be teased
    Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
    I ain’t worried bout shit, these niggas ain’t scaring me
    I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
    Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
    How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
    Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
    Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain’t trusting a soul

    [Verse 1: Lil Skies]
    I roll up the Mary Jane, no they can’t feel my pain
    I’m still trapping everyday, I think I’m stuck in my ways
    If you looking for a handout get the fuck out my face
    I don’t care about no friends because they all were just fake
    In my inbox like I owe you, I got this by myself
    I was broken down bad when you said you would help
    Now I’m up, they love to hate me, that’s just bad for your health
    And she say she a college girl but left her books on the shelf
    She gon’ fuck me like a porn star, a rock star
    Trying to skirt off in that fast car, like NASCAR
    Girl you know I got a cold heart
    If I would give it to you, would you tear that shit apart
    Red roses on my grave, bury me with art
    And with some Backwoods and a lighter just so I could spark
    Midnight rider, never put the car in park
    I’m shining bright just like a light cause I came from the dark
    I ain’t never had nobody, put that on my mommy
    I might have to catch a body if you try to stop me
    She ride like a Kawasaki and she like it sloppy
    Oh you got a hotty body, come ride on my Johnny
    Imma go show you the wave, just give me some space
    Why you all up in my face like you need a taste
    Good designer on my waist, shooters keep the K
    I tell them boys to play it safe, don’t lay in your grave
    I ain’t never taking time off, I’m steady grinding
    I’m never lying, was never crying
    Take flights I’m flying, no you can’t see me
    Say you need me but you deceive me

    [Hook: Lil Skies]
    And I got all the drugs in the world that you need
    We get high to pass time but bitch I ain’t no fiend
    I got money on my mind, I be stacking my green
    Shawty said she like my style, I be dripping with ease
    Please don’t send me naked pictures, I don’t like to be teased
    Say she got that super soaker, well girl just let me see
    I ain’t worried bout shit, these niggas ain’t scaring me
    I was destined for this life, this is my destiny
    Friends wanna be friends when you doing the most
    How you tell me you my bro then you went out and told
    Niggas say they down to ride but be folding like clothes
    Purple hearts all on my garment, I ain’t trusting a soul

    [Verse 2: Landon Cube]
    I ain’t never forgotten, not a soul worth remembering
    Cause all these motherfuckers turn to foe when they envy
    So I don’t talk, I work hard
    Cause you could be someone today and just be nobody tomorrow
    She said I’ll never be shit but a god damn rock star
    That blunt ash on the floor
    Well she ain’t that far off
    Said she ain’t that far off
    Roll, smoke
    That’s all we know
    Toke
    Took a drag out that wood now she goin for my wood
    So we going to my hood
    Yea she gonna get it good
    And she know who we are
    She want this rock star life and she said I’m going far
    And she off a bar
    And she can’t feel her face no more
    Yeah she off a bar and she can’t feel her face no more
    She said she can’t feel her face no more


  • Lil Uzi Vert – XO TOUR Llif3 lyrics

    [Intro]
    Are you alright?
    I’m alright, I’m quite alright
    And my money’s right
    8… (yeah)
    Countin’ them bands
    All way to the top ’til they be fallin’ over
    (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Countin’ them bands
    On my way to the top ’til we fallin’ over

    [Chorus]
    I don’t really care if you cry
    On the real, you shoulda never lied
    Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
    She said: “Baby, I am not afraid to die.”
    Push me to the edge
    All my friends are dead
    Push me to the edge
    All my friends are dead
    Push me to the edge
    All my friends are dead
    Push me to the edge

    [Verse 1]
    Phantom that’s all red, inside all white
    Like somethin’ you ride a sled down, I just want that head
    My Brittany got mad, I’m barely her man now
    Everybody got the same swag now
    Watch the way that I tear it down
    Stackin’ my bands all the way to the top
    All the way ’til my bands fallin’ over
    Every time that you leave your spot
    Your girlfriend call me like, “Come on over!”
    I like the way that she treat me
    Gon’ leave you, won’t leave me, I call it that Casanova
    She say I’m insane, yeah
    I might blow my brain out (hey)
    Xanny, help the pain, yeah
    Please, Xanny, make it go away
    I’m committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me
    All the pain, now I can’t feel it
    I swear that it’s slowin’ me, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I don’t really care if you cry
    On the real, you shoulda never lied
    Saw the way she looked me in my eyes
    She said: “I am not afraid to die.”
    All my friends are dead
    Push me to the edge (yeah)
    All my friends are dead, yeah, ooh
    Push me to the edge
    All my friends are dead, yeah
    All my friends are dead, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    That is not your swag, I swear you fake hard
    Now these niggas wanna take my cadence
    Rain on ’em, thunderstorm, rain on ’em (ooh, yeah)
    Medicine, lil’ nigga, take some (yeh, yeh)
    Fast car, NASCAR, race on ’em
    In the club, ain’t got no ones, then we would beg them
    Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes
    You is not a G though
    Lookin’ at you stackin’ all your money, it all green though
    I was countin’ that and these all twenties, that’s a G-roll

    [Bridge]
    She say: “You’re the worst, you’re the worst.”
    I cannot die because this my universe

    [Chorus]
    I don’t really care if you cry
    On the real, you shoulda never lied
    Shoulda saw the way she looked me in my eyes
    She said: “Baby, I am not afraid to die.”
    Push me to the edge
    All my friends are dead
    Push me to the edge
    All my friends are dead
    Push me to the edge
    All my friends are dead
    Push me to the edge


  • Rexx Life Raj – Never Had

    [Verse 1]
    Look, I ain’t never had shit
    I always wanted more, though
    I was a little badass
    Nappy roots with the cornrows
    Papa used to work his ass off
    So he could buy me more clothes
    All my friends into high fashion
    We could barely afford those
    Mama said it’ll all come
    If we leave it up in God’s hands
    But the thing about God’s plans
    They don’t work like Raj’s plans
    Raj move like a NASCAR
    Raj move like an earthquake
    Lately I’ve been on one
    I’m on one ’till the wheels break

    [Hook]
    ‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
    We ain’t never had shit
    Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
    I ain’t never had shit
    We ain’t never had shit
    Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
    ‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
    We ain’t never had shit

    [Verse 2]
    Look, ay
    We swing cars and hands where I’m from
    If he don’t swing back he might have guns
    Drink that whiskey like I’m OD
    I’m just my grandpappy’s grandson
    Nowadays we gon’ hoop in Jordans
    We came a long way from And 1’s
    Nowadays everybody brainwashed
    Dress like they all shop at PacSun
    Bless my mom ’cause every Christmas
    She made sure we always had some
    She make sure there’s food on my plate
    My fat ass ate every last crumb
    My pops gave me game about life
    In hopes it would protect his black son
    Fill my ears with all of that truth
    Before I knew what the truth was
    Oh, everything he said was right
    Said a lot of your friends would be dead or in jail
    But it didn’t make sense ’till Devon died
    Then they gave Funk 25 years to life
    Bow my head in hopes that I’m living right
    I pick it up, then I pick it up
    We’ve been through too much
    We ain’t giving up

    [Hook]
    ‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
    We ain’t never had shit
    Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
    I ain’t never had shit
    We ain’t never had shit
    Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
    ‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
    We ain’t never had shit

    ___FEELS___

    (Ey)
    When I talk da phone
    He keep telling me
    Kill these niggas off (ey)
    He been tellin me I should probably lay off that adderall (all)
    Moxie Java got the city poppin but it pissed my daddy off (huh)
    Soon you’ll understand
    Pops you made a man
    Now im making hits see me blasing off higher than i did feel im fallin off
    Where is the love when i need it
    I feel the fake in the handshake
    Stop saying things when you dont really mean it
    Lately its all talk,I, dont really see it (eh)
    Ive been out the way staying to myself, saying to myself
    I just need to feel something, feel something new
    Just need to feel something, feel something new
    Just need to feel something, feel something new
    Just need to feel something, feel something for real

    Feel something, feel something for real


  • Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)

    [Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
    I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
    Huh
    Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
    Lil bitch

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Was up trappin’ early (early)
    She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (what)
    Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
    Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
    The rims of the Bentley cost 14
    Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
    My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

    [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    So much green on my street like it’s Grove
    Made a lot of money on the road
    Now they book me, 10K for a show
    Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

    [Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
    Like I know the dots
    I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
    30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
    I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
    I’m a trapstar, ayy
    Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
    It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
    Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
    Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
    Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
    Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

    [Bridge: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’
    Early mornin’ trappin’

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Was up trappin’ early (early)
    She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (what)
    Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
    Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
    The rims of the Bentley cost 14
    Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
    My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

    [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    So much green on my street like it’s Grove
    Made a lot of money on the road
    Now they book me, 10K for a show
    Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

    [Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
    Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
    More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
    AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
    I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
    She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (lean)
    You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
    I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
    I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
    Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
    They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
    Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
    She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
    I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
    She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

    [Chorus: Rich The Kid]
    Was up trappin’ early (early)
    She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
    My cup is so dirty (what)
    Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
    Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
    The rims of the Bentley cost 14
    Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
    My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

    [Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
    Yeeeeahhhh
    So much green on my street like it’s grove
    Made a lot of money on the road
    Now they book me, 10K for a show
    Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah


  • Red Cafe – Marriott Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Yeah, Shakedown life
    Believe that, huh

    [Hook]
    In a world so cold
    But I can get it if I dream it
    And my word so gold
    If I said it then I mean it
    And I ain’t never gon’ stop
    Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
    And back at the Marriott
    I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me

    [Verse 1]
    Strapped when I leave the house
    Hold up, I’m thinkin’ trap when I leave the house
    Hop in the squadder, look I’m fin to run a route
    Make deliveries, product never runnin’ out
    Every day is payday, no days off
    Grind hard, they say hard work pays off
    So I’m in the street scrapin the pot
    Ice cream man, I got the cake on the block
    The hoes say a nigga lookin’ good
    I’m ridin V-12, take a look up in the hood
    Contrary to the popular talk, I’m gettin’ money, muh’fucka
    And I’m livin’ like a boss in the hood
    As you can see I’m gettin’ chubby, muh’fucka
    My-my-my bitch model status
    Rap sheet long, trigger finger got a callous, what else?

    [Hook]
    In a world so cold
    But I can get it if I dream it
    And my word so gold
    If I said it then I mean it
    And I ain’t never gon’ stop
    Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
    And back at the Marriott
    I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me

    [Verse 2]
    My vehicle is NASCAR
    Not too much different from my last car
    My team solid, the grind mean
    My vision clear, I’m fightin’ for my dreams
    My cell been ringin a lot lately
    I guess these niggas figured that I’m hot lately
    Still I’m puttin’ pressure on the game
    Got my feet on the gas, Shakedown on the chain
    Talk to me, tell me why you niggas losin
    When you can fuck with the winners, we got it movin’
    Cold world, still I fly high
    And nah we ain’t stoppin’, this be the drive-by
    I jam niggas and blam niggas
    You niggas is dead, virus infected spam niggas, huh
    Yeah, I’m on that victory lap
    For my city, look I’m fin to bring the victory back, what else?

    [Hook]
    In a world so cold
    But I can get it if I dream it
    And my word so gold
    If I said it then I mean it
    And I ain’t never gon’ stop
    Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
    And back at the Marriott
    I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me

    In a world so cold
    But I can get it if I dream it
    And my word so gold
    If I said it then I mean it
    And I ain’t never gon’ stop
    Til I hit the top, it’s waitin’ for me
    And back at the Marriott
    I got a bad bitch, she waitin’ for me


  • Timbaland – Grab The Wheel (feat. 6Lack)

    [Intro]
    Girl, I got a lot that’s goin’ on
    If I’m trippin’, tell me what I’m doin’ wrong
    Grab the wheel, take the wheel
    Grab the wheel, take the wheel, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    First one just couldn’t touch me for shit
    Last one just wasn’t a good fit
    She know that I’m here to replace her nigga
    Tearin’ her up somethin’
    Usually she don’t, tonight she fuck some

    [Pre-Chorus]
    She say, "You a really special kinda nigga"
    But show it, don’t tell it, yeah
    Hit me on my cellular
    We can just vibe, just tell me when you’re ready, yeah
    Ayy, I’m lookin’ for you
    Roll another tube, blow it to the roof
    Fuckin’ in the coupe
    Vroom, vroom, vroom
    I said vroom, vroom

    [Chorus]
    I need you to grab the wheel
    Tryna chill, but, you make it hard for me for real (woo)
    I need you to grab the wheel, hell yeah
    Grab the wheel (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I need you to put it in reverse
    Risk it all if that’s what it’s worth
    Grab the wheel, take the wheel
    Grab the wheel, take the wheel, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    First one wasn’t aggressive enough
    Second one said all the wrong stuff
    Don’t think that I’m here to rebuild you, no
    I came to just slide
    You think too much
    Stop thinkin’, just drive

    [Pre-Chorus]
    She say, "You a really special kinda nigga"
    But show it, don’t tell it, yeah
    Hit me on my cellular
    We can just vibe, just tell me when you’re ready, yeah
    Ayy, I’m lookin’ for you
    Roll another tube, blow it to the roof
    Fuckin’ in the coupe
    Vroom, vroom, vroom
    I said vroom, vroom

    [Chorus]
    I need you to grab the wheel
    Tryna chill, but, you make it hard for me for real
    I need you to grab the wheel, hell yeah
    Grab the wheel (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

    [Outro]
    I need you to make a decision because I can’t
    Do what’s best for you and stop thinkin’ ’bout what I think
    Grab the wheel, grab the wheel like a NASCAR
    Grab the wheel, but don’t swerve it ’cause it’s a fast car
    If you want it it then you take it, don’t want it, then let me know
    Feelin’ real compressed, I got shit that I wanna show
    Grab the wheel, grab the wheel
    Grab the wheel, yeah
    Grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab the wheel, grab the wheel
    Grab the wheel
    Grab the wheel
    Grab the wheel


  • Joey Feek – Red (If Not For You Album)

    Red

    If all the clothes you wear are camouflage

    And you drive around in a dually Dodge
    With a blue-tick hound ridin’ in the bed
    You’re red, you’re red

    If you’re into sittin’ in a tree stand for daylight
    With an eight point buck in your sights
    And not for sport but to keep your fed
    You’re red, man you’re red

    You’re red, white and blue
    Country through and through

    If your arms are tan and your chest is white
    And your idea of eatin’ right
    Is turnip greens, fried chicken and cornbread
    You’re red, You’re red

    Now, if you don’t know who your congressmen are
    But you can name every driver in NASCAR
    And you cried when you heard Earnhardt was dead
    You’re red, man you’re red

    You’re red, white and blue
    Country through and through

    You’re American lovin’, flag wavin’, northern-southern family raisin’
    Workin’, playin’, heaven prayin’ country through and through

    If Haggard sings your favorite song
    And you learned the difference between right and wrong
    With a hickory switch out behind the she’d
    You’re red, you’re red

    If your letter jacket says FFA
    And you spend your summers bailin’ hay
    With a John Deere cap sittin upon your head
    You’re red, man you’re red
    You’re red, you’re red
    R-E-D


  • Migos – Seize The Block Lyrics

    (Hook : Quavo)x2
    Gimme the beat and I be the bass
    Gimme your bitch and I beat her face
    Gimme the pot and I be the cake
    Gimme the aka i seize the base
    Just gimme, mansion with acres
    Just gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

    (Verse: Quavo)
    Gimme the pot and I give you a taste
    [?] like bath salts
    I got a bad bitch [?] said she came outa nassa
    Remember the day my momma start cryin cuz I pulled up in the NASCAR
    My nephew [?] They calling him [?] Cuz he dope, and past the test
    Pop me the perc and I danced it off
    These rappers be acting like Hasselhoff
    Pass you the rock and you scared to ball
    I got yo lil bitch on a date at the mall
    He know that you gone he scared to call
    When she get home she dead my dawg
    We came from the bottom ain’t scared to fall(nah! ,nah!)
    Been running from 12 my legs exhausted(Woo!,Woo!)
    Try racing the [?] can’t plug in the sockets
    I fit a hunnid ten racks into two pockets
    Free all my niggas they eatin on pokets

    (Hook : Quavo)x2
    Gimme the beat and I be the bass
    Gimme your bitch and I beat her face
    Gimme the pot and I be the cake
    Gimme the aka i seize the base
    Just gimme, mansion with acres
    Just gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme


  • Bas – Penthouse

    Lately I got this feeling
    My niggas is meant to get it
    It’s written up in the stars
    Made it from slimmer odds when only God was with us
    Fuck it nigga we did it, been picking the game apart
    My response for critics is spitting it from the heart
    Ain’t no frontin’ involved
    They feel it, I’m ’bout to make niggas fold
    Something in the water got me floating like the work across the boat
    Girl I wonder how we making it home?
    I’m no angel, I got an angle
    Back to the crib, bitch I’m tryna get you naked and bone
    She’s no angel, but with the blow she’s a snow angel
    The dangers of taking her home
    She said, "You caught my eye and my ears
    You speak sincere, write precise
    Cross your t’s and dot your i’s
    See my fears and read my mind
    If lawyers steal and doctors lie
    What’s really left for you and I?
    (What’s really left for you and I?)"
    Trust, shit I don’t know too much about it
    We can take this leap of faith
    But I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
    I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
    Girl I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
    I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
    Girl I don’t wanna feel the bottom
    And I just called up my mama, she missing her son
    I’ve been pulling all-nighters and missing the sun
    I heard it gets addicted to some
    The bigger the light, the quicker they come
    They exit your life, just as quick as they come
    I’m numb to it like a brick to the gums
    I get to it, just as quick as it comes
    As quick as it comes now
    I wish niggas wasn’t so addicted to power
    I wish heaven had visiting hours
    I wish we could hit the Ave like we used to
    Dime, nickel, 20 bag like we used to
    Ride with my dawgs, moving cross the States
    Die by my word, that’s an author’s fate
    So how your shoulders holding up fine, great?
    I got the weight of the world on mine, I’m straight
    Now pay your dues til your dues paid
    Play your role til your role change, nigga rotate
    ‘Rari or Jaguar, switching forth lanes
    Call me for NASCAR, Bassy a track star
    Gassin’ the track like I’m running propane
    Lapping these niggas and jealousy’s a bitch
    Made it out the city, look around
    I brought all my niggas with me
    And I gotta thank God for the felonies we missed
    Gotta thanks mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too
    They say anything possible
    My squad like apostles, believe in me
    Don’t know how to quit, that’s a fiend to me
    Yeah, my niggas flood proof
    Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too
    Gotta deal with slugs who
    Lay six feet, try to get above you
    My niggas flood proof
    Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too
    Gotta deal with slugs who
    Lay six feet, try to get above you
    They love you
    And hug you, they sing your praises
    They wear their faces backwards
    Still I see ’em acting
    Just the walking reenactment
    Ain’t nothin’ real about ’em
    Niggas talk about us
    Spill they’re heart up out us
    They spill they’re hearts
    But what’s her name again?
    We talking ’bout lames again
    Won’t pretend I’m entertained
    I’m staying sane
    I’m going through the changes
    I’m still the same
    Everybody feel you, don’t feel your pain
    Go on, go on, steal out, hold on to you
    Go on, go on, steal out, hold on
    Cause I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
    I don’t wanna feel the bottom
    Said I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no
    I don’t wanna feel the bottom
    I can’t see love
    I can’t see love lately


  • Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

    Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
    I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
    Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
    Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
    Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
    I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
    So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
    Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
    Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
    Play with my money I’mma let ’em niggas do you
    Play with my money I’mma let these niggas do you
    Play with my money
    Play with my, play with my money

    Ride around with my cash
    Put him in a body bag
    In the store and then dash
    Pull up, I’m not a cab
    She know she got a nigga bad
    She know she gotta keep it bad
    She know I gotta keep me some cash
    She know she gotta hop on top this dick
    She know she gotta ride the motherfucker
    Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
    She can’t hide the motherfucker
    Even if she the baddest of motherfuker
    Man even if she minus the motherfucker
    Join in get the mileage motherfucker
    I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherfucker
    Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on datpiff
    Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
    Yeah add somethin’, put a bone in them
    Put a choker on, let ’em choke on em
    All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it on
    Daughter sexy and my son got the bra
    Spit racks on my son and his squad
    That a boy, never play with tards
    Man I play with ’em boys
    New AK with ’em boys
    New feng shui for ’em boys
    Drippin’ all day for ’em boys
    Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
    How you not ready for ’em boys?
    Have you ever played with the boys?
    I’mma turn the blade on ’em boys

    I do it my way, I do
    I do it my way, I do
    I do it my way, I do
    I do it my way, I do

    Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race
    I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
    Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
    Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
    Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
    I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
    So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
    Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’

    Nigga watch that dog
    Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
    Quick, target on your head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
    And I’m good got a rabbits foot in my wallet
    Baby bleed it up, been drivin’ in traffic
    Twos is seated up, damn shawty
    Got her bent up, I just mixed the grams with molly
    Her car dented up like she rent to everybody

    I do it my way, I do
    I do it my way, I do
    I do it my way, I do
    I do it my way, I do

    My money way longer than a NASCAR race
    I told her keep going on the gas fuck the brakes
    Only here for one night lemme put it on your face
    Let a nigga nut, only way I go to sleep
    Boolin’ rockin’ nuder Frank Muller
    I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor
    So many hundreds I done added, I’mma lose ’em
    Put me in the Jagy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’


  • Young Thug – I Might

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Woah
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offending me
    I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Molly, my cup look like bath salt
    And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
    Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dawn
    They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
    Pay everybody like a cash cow
    I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
    The Rollie stainless, stainless
    We young and rich and we dangerous
    I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
    And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
    Bend the money down like a Philly, nigga
    Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
    The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
    I got benji on me and he cripping, nigga
    I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
    I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
    Put a swimming pool in the living room
    How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
    Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
    Rock star lifestyle
    Your hoe’s going wild

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking ’bout? Bitch, you offending me
    I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    Goddamn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

    [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
    Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
    I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
    Hundred shotters with me, whoa
    VVSs on me, whoa
    VVSs on me, bling
    Badaboom, badabing (21)
    Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
    Put them blue tips in that cartridge (21)
    We put them drums in them carbines (21)
    We pull up on rappers and spark ’em (21)
    I might take your chain if it sparkle (Facts)
    Street nigga really came from nothing (What?)
    Strip a nigga like Caine cousin (21)
    Kill a nigga then you saying something (What?)
    You was talking, nigga, I was hustling (What?)
    We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking
    You was texting, nigga, I was fucking (21)
    I was betting nigga, you was bluffing (21)
    Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching (Facts)
    Car foreign and my gun Russian
    Sneak dissing get a concussion (21, 21)

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking ’bout? Bitch, you offending me
    I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    Goddamn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys


  • Young Thug – Might Lyrics

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offended me
    I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Molly, my cup look like bath salt
    And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
    Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
    They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
    Pay everybody like a cash cow
    I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
    The Rollie stainless, stainless
    We young and rich and we dangerous
    I’m at Piccadilly’s with your missus, nigga
    And the weed stinking like a chitlin, nigga
    Bend the money down like a Philly, nigga
    Make me catch you slipping then it’s Christmas, nigga
    The bulletproof can take a missile, nigga
    I got benji on me and he cripping,nigga
    I done wrapped the benji in the city, ho
    I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity, nigga
    Put a swimming pool in the living room
    How I’m living, nigga, I ain’t swimming, nigga
    Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
    Rock star lifestyle
    Your hoe’s going wild

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offended me
    I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up

    [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
    Everywhere I go, I keep a chopper with me, whoa
    I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shotta nigga, whoa
    Hundred shotters with me, whoa
    VVSs on me, whoa
    VVSs on me, bling
    Badaboom, badabing
    Mob shit, send the hit, shoot up your car shit
    Put them blue tips in that cartridge
    We put them drums in them carbines
    We pull up on rappers and spark ’em
    I might take your chain if it sparkle
    Street nigga really came from nothing
    Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
    Kill a nigga then you saying something
    You was talking, nigga, I was hustling
    We was shooting, nigga, you was ducking
    You was texting, nigga, I was fucking
    I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
    Hide and seek, nigga, I was hunching
    Car foreign and my gun Russian
    Sneak dissing get a concussion

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch, you offended me
    I just might go ‘head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go ‘head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    Goddamn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck ’round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking kidneys up


  • Meek Mill – Offended lyrics

    [Intro]
    M-m-m-murda
    Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
    I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Molly, my cup look like bath salt
    And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
    Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
    They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
    Pay everybody like a cash card
    I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
    The Rollie stainless, stainless
    We young and rich and we dangerous
    I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
    And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
    Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
    Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga
    The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
    I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
    I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
    I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
    Put a swimming pool in the living room
    How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
    Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
    Rock star lifestyle
    Your hoe’s going wild

    [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
    Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
    Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
    I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
    If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
    Swing through your block better not sweep it back
    Land on your spot where your peoples at
    Smoke you where ever we see you at
    You don’t want no problem so keep at that
    ‘Fore you get your man murdered
    Hitters in the van lurking
    I put bread on the beef
    Turn it to a hamburger
    Put that paper on the scale nigga
    Little homies talking big money
    When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
    Put a bag on your man hitta
    When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga
    So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
    And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
    I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

    [Verse 3: 21 Savage]
    Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
    I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa
    Hundred shotters with me, whoa
    VVSs on me, whoa
    VVSs on me, bling
    Badaboom, badabing, 21
    Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit
    Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
    We put them drums in them carbons, 21
    We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
    I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts
    Street nigga really came from nothing
    Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
    Kill a nigga then you saying something
    You was talking, nigga I was hustling
    We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
    You was texting, nigga I was fucking
    I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
    Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
    Car foreign and my gun Russian
    Sneak dissing get a concussion
    21, 21, 21

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Yeah, yeah
    Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
    I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
    I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
    God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
    I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
    Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
    I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
    Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys


  • DJ Mustard – Want Her (feat. YG & Quavo) letras

    [Intro: YG & DJ Mustard]
    4Hunnid
    Y’all already know who I am, right?
    Mustard on the beat, ho!
    Let’s go

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
    I’ma pay for some friends
    If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
    I’ma pay for some friends
    If I’ma spend I gotta pay for some friends
    Let me pay for some friends
    If I’ma spend, shawty bring your friends
    I’ma pay, I’ma jugg, get ’em in
    I’ma rap to you like Juvenile when that bag come
    You want a rich nigga to pay your table tab, huh?
    When we go shopping you want me to buy that bag, huh?
    You don’t like it when I hop out with that mag, huh?
    You don’t like when I’m finna dip with my niggas, huh?
    That’s the only way a nigga can’t come get you, huh?
    I got what you want, I know what you want
    Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
    Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
    Bum bum, tell her get out that Honda

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her

    [Verse 2: YG]
    You want a nigga to buy you a new ass, huh?
    You want a nigga to pop out that tag, huh?
    You want a nigga that know how to smash, huh?
    You want a nigga to curve like he got that badge, huh?
    You want a nigga that don’t care about your past, huh?
    Cause you been living NASCAR fast, huh?
    Don’t talk just buy that bag, huh
    Bought that bag and get that ass, huh
    She fuck with niggas by the plug (by the plug)
    She got me going against my morals (‘gainst the morals)
    Oh this bitch lying, but she loyal (oh she loyal)
    Oh this bitch want to be spoiled (want to be spoiled)
    That pussy got me tripping, need to wake up
    How I let her sleep in my bed with all this makeup
    That head game got me tripping, tripping
    Can’t believe she let herself get face fucked

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her (4Hunnid!)
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her

    [Bridge: Quavo]
    Shit how you spending, spending, spending
    Spending, spending, spending?
    Shit how you spending, spending, spending
    Spending, spending, spending?
    She could make a rich nigga spend
    She could make a rich nigga spend

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her


  • DJ Mustard – Want Her (feat. Quavo & Yg) (Cold Summer Album) letras

    [Intro: YG & DJ Mustard]
    4hunnid
    Y’all know who I ami, right?
    Mustard on the beat, ho!

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
    I’ma pay for some friends
    If I’ma spend I’ma pay for some friends
    I’ma pay for some friends
    If I’ma spend I gotta pay for some friends
    Let me pay for some friends
    If I’ma spend, shawty bring your friends
    I’ma pay whole, just get ’em in
    I’ma rap to you like Juvenile when that bag come
    You want a rich nigga to pay your table tab, huh?
    When we go shopping you want me to buy that bag, huh?
    You don’t like it when I hop out with that mag, huh?
    You don’t like when I’m finna dip with my niggas, huh?
    That’s the only way a nigga can’t come get you, huh?
    I got what you want, I know what you want
    Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
    Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
    Bum bum, tell her get out that Honda

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her

    [Verse 2: YG]
    You want a nigga to buy you a new ass, huh?
    You want a nigga to pop out that tag, huh?
    You want a nigga that know how to smash, huh?
    You want a nigga to curve like he got that badge, huh?
    You want a nigga that don’t care about your past, huh?
    Cause you been living NASCAR fast, huh?
    Don’t talk just buy that bag, huh
    Bought that bag and get that ass, huh
    She fuck with niggas by the plug (by the plug)
    She got me going against my morals (‘gainst the morals)
    Oh this bitch lying, but she loyal (oh she loyal)
    Oh this bitch want to be spoiled (want to be spoiled)
    That pussy got me tripping, need to wake up
    How I let her sleep in my bed with all this makeup
    That head game got me tripping, tripping
    Can’t believe she let herself get face fucked

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her (4Hunnid!)
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her

    [Bridge: Quavo]
    Shit how you spending, spending, spending
    Spending, spending, spending?
    Shit how you spending, spending, spending
    Spending, spending, spending?
    She could make a rich nigga spend
    She could make a rich nigga spend

    [Hook: Quavo]
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Girl all the rich niggas, girl all the rich niggas, they want you
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her
    Want her, all the rich niggas want her


  • DJ Mustard – Shake That Ass (feat. Teecee 4800 & K Camp) (Cold Summer Album) letras

    [Hook: TeeCee4800]
    I got my phone and I tell her to come over
    I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
    Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
    You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)

    [Verse 1: TeeCee4800]
    I said, stop, back, acting sadity tonight you can be a rack
    C’mon suck up all this dick and get that ass smacked
    I be dipping from the cops, so fast, call me NASCAR
    Got the weed, lean, fiends call me for that Aderall
    I used to rock pro clubs, now I rock Burberry
    No love here, turn my phone off to February
    Toot it and boot it, don’t care if I lose it
    I give it to you, don’t care what you do with it
    [Hook: TeeCee4800]
    I got my phone and I tell her to come over
    I got the pour up in the crib and we gon’ go up
    Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
    You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)
    I got my phone and I tell her to come over
    I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
    Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
    You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)

    [Verse 2: K Camp]
    Shake that ass right now
    Get that cash right now
    They playing with you, I’m gon’ help you get that bag right now
    I’m in a stash right now
    Work that pole for a nigga, then get low
    Had to grab me some more condoms from the store
    She a freak and you know she trying to go
    Girl you playing, let me take your ass on roll
    Ayye, bitch I’m paid
    While you playing I might throw it in your face
    TeeCee, tell the hoe how we play
    I got bitches, why the fuck would I text?
    Bring Magic City all the way to Cali
    Girl stop playing I might hit it in some Ballys
    I’m in the lab, I’ll meet you in the Valley
    Like I’m Pat Riley, got a win like Khaled

    [Hook: TeeCee4800]
    I got my phone and I tell her to come over
    I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
    Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
    You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)
    I got my phone and I tell her to come over
    I got the pole in the crib and we gon’ go up
    Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake that ass
    You the only girl getting all this cash (getting all these racks)