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  • Blu & Exile – Roots Of Blue Lyrics

    [?]
    Sky blue hue
    Zulu land in apartheid’s name
    Made by God
    [?]
    Yo, check it

    [Verse 1]
    Yo, I’m the first man standing upright, holding a stone in my hand
    After beating an ape, claiming the land
    Taking the stand and feeding my fam
    Back when man ate they children
    I’m killing other animals just to nurture them
    I journey further from mine, my people, into another culture
    Not knowin’ my brothers ’bout to come and take over (Ayo)
    We made it all the way to Asia and to Australia
    Then made the passage to the America’s after all behavior
    Came home and they started makin’ homes outta stone
    Showin’ tribes around ’em how much they’ve grown
    Yo, I’m [?] at the end of the of start of civilization
    I’m shuttin’ it down, I’m settin’ out to build a nation
    I’m the son of [?], the son of [?], father of Africa
    King [?] and King Khufu, blood of the Zulu
    Osiris, Isis, Horus, Anbuis, the Royal family
    Akhenaten, Tutankhamun and all the Ramesses
    [?] and Moses
    I’m the kings of Egypt, kings of Nubia, Mesopotamia
    Mediterranean, Babylon, Saudi Arabia
    I’m [?] comin’ outta the Middle East after the Romans
    Reclaiming their gold, homin’ their throne ’cause they own it
    I’m on the first boats to reach America
    We all African, we sold you to America, we not coming back

    [?]

    [Verse 2]
    Ayo, I’m Adam, the original man banned from the garden
    I’m Noah, pardon the flood, after the revolution started
    I’m [?], I’m Abraham, Ozzy and Jacob in the motherland
    I’m Moses posin’ against the king, freein’ his people
    I’m Babylon, tryna reach God by buildin’ a steeple
    I’m the strongest man, Samson
    I’m the first king, Samuel
    The prestigious king, Saul
    Son of King David, I’m Solomon
    I’m preachin’ to the choir like Elijah
    Isaiah, Jeremiah and, not a king higher than King Hezekiah
    I’m on fire like [?]
    I’m Jonah and the whale
    Daniel in the lion’s den
    I’m Job with just a little hop
    I’m John The Baptist, the messiah’s comin’
    God’s son, Jesus Christ of Nazerath
    Thank Matthew, Mark, Luke and John for the narrative
    And Paul for all the passages
    Apostolic [?] before Constantine

    Constant persecution, first century
    Eventually, revolution
    Islam, sixth century and on and on
    Slavery, where are you takin’ me too? Huh? America?

    [?]

    [Verse 3]
    Yo, I’m Kunta Kinte ‘fore he was enslaved by America
    Picture the freedom before the terror
    Who had to carry the black burners to Nat Turner
    During a slave revolt, we came before Columbus dumped us
    Off the [?] underground railroad, Harriet Tubman
    Yeah, we probably would still be slaves if it wasn’t for Fredrick Douglas
    I’m up in his government before all them like Booker Washington
    With all his boys like [?] and Marcus Garvey
    Takin’ us to Africa like Chancellor Williams, Chandler Owens
    [?]
    Richard Wright, Rosa Parks and Gordon Parks
    Joe Lewis, Jackie Robinson and John Henrik Clarke
    Alex Haley, James Baldwin
    Malcom X, Martin Luther King Jr, Clarence 13X
    Maya Angelou, Ray Charles, [?]
    Emmett Till, Eldridge Cleaver, Bobby Seale
    Huey Newton, Muhammad Ali and even Gil Scott-Heron
    Al Sharpton, Fred Hampton, Oprah Winfrey
    Barack Obama, Assata Shakur, 2Pac Shakur, Biggie
    And everyone else creating black history
    That lives with me everyday, until I’m gone

    [?]
    They took dark skin and they made a purse for a pale skin whore

    [Verse 4]
    Yo
    I’m Duke Ellington, Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie
    Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Eric Dolphy
    [?]
    Chuck Berry, Jimi Hendrix, B.B King, Sam Cooke
    Billie Holiday, Ella Fitz, Nina Simone
    Aretha Franklin, Etta James, Diana Ross
    Chaka Khan, Tina Turner and Roberta Flack
    Al Green, Marvin Gaye, James Brown, Michael Jack
    Prince, Sly Stone, Curtis May
    Roy Ayers, Temptations, 5th Dimension
    OJ’s or [?]
    Earth, Wind and Fire, funkadelic
    Parliament, Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles
    Otis Redding and all the shit from the nineties
    Eighties, seventies and sixties
    The fifties, forties, thirties and all the twenties
    All the armies, the Black Panther party, the nation
    N double A C P organizations
    All the black NBA, NFL and MLB players
    And we can’t forget Shaka Zulu (Woo)
    We see you brother, Mandela

    [?]


  • Kevin Gates – Let It Sing Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Nigga won’t tell me, talkin’ ’bout some
    You twenty percent more in it (who’s that?)
    Nigga you control the wheel there

    [Chorus]
    Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
    She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
    Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
    She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
    Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
    Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
    Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
    Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

    [Verse 1]
    Sip out the canister, rollin’ up cannabis
    I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
    Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
    Switch place, story stay the same
    Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I’m Tory Lanez
    Broke prayin’ for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
    Flex on ’em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her “hit me”
    Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan, you think I’m really ’bout to let you get me?
    You think I’m really ’bout to let you bill it?
    You think you really ‘posed to get a Bentley?
    All you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
    Keep it professional when you DM me
    You know your sister be all in my business, copyin’ everythin’ that I delivered
    See ’em, see ’em, fightin’ with Dreka
    We cannot do this in front of the children
    Dive in her shit, she gon’ go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
    How could you leave me?

    [Chorus]
    Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
    She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
    Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
    She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
    Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
    Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
    Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
    Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

    [Verse 2]
    Cookin’ up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon’ launch
    In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
    Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
    Breakin’ open a pipe, pourin’ dope in the cup, partner bought it, ’bout to open it up
    Big Body, doors openin’ up, big Jaimaican unloadin’ the truck
    Big weight ’bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
    Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come
    Cappin’ like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up
    Shopliftin’, they recorded us, ‘member back on the motorbus
    I could remember you treatin’ me shitty back then ’cause I wasn’t important enough
    Straight from the back, how I’m grippin’ the bitch, throwin’ dick in her kidney, she ballin’ up
    In the mirror I glisten’, the button ignition, the engine go R-A-H, when I start it up

    [Chorus]
    Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
    She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
    Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
    She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
    Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
    Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
    Yappa goin’ bada-boom, Yappa goin’ bada-bing
    Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing

    [Outro]
    Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this bitch, when I got a motherfuckin’ GPS monitor strapped to my leg. When I got a motherfuckin’ P.O. tellin’ me I can go travel to spend money, but I can’t travel to make money. You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic, you heard me? When I got these fuckin’ dick suckers on my motherfuckin’ back 24 hours a day, playin’ wit’ me, you heard me? And now you fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me


  • Horses – Pnb Rock feat. Kodak Black lyrics

    Lyrics Pnb Rock – Horses

    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeahhh).

    I just pulled up in the Benz
    It was just me and my mans
    Fishbowl no tint
    Scooping your hoe and her friends
    Won’t take that b*tch to the movies
    Ain’t got no love for the groupies
    Seat back while she do me
    She get wetter than Jacuzzis
    She don’t go like a green light
    She get ran through like a red light
    If the head right then the bread right
    Shawty know I be there every night
    Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
    Zero to sixty, I take off
    Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles.

    They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
    Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
    I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
    ‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah).

    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah).

    All big bankrolls, I got no h**s
    I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
    She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old b*tch
    ‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
    And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
    If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
    I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
    When I push the button, they like, “What the f*ck is that sound?”
    Damn, I’m the man now versuri-lyrics.info
    Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
    Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
    Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now.

    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah).

    I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
    I’m sliding in some s**t you see in Fast & Furious
    I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
    Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
    They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
    They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
    They say, “Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care”
    I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
    Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
    Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
    Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
    S**t, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind.

    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeahhh).
    PnB Rock lyrics
    Video Pnb Rock


  • PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie – Horses (From “The Fate Of The Furious”)

    [Intro: PnB Rock]
    DJ Chose
    Oh yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

    [Verse 1: PnB Rock]
    I just pulled up in the Benz
    It was just me and my mans
    Fishbowl no tint
    Scooping your hoe and her friends
    Won’t take that bitch to the movies
    Ain’t got no love for the groupies
    Seat back while she do me
    She get wetter than Jacuzzis
    She don’t go like a green light
    She get ran through like a red light
    If the head right then the bread right
    Shawty know I be there every night
    Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
    Zero to sixty, I take off
    Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

    [Bridge: PnB Rock]
    They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
    Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
    I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
    ‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

    [Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
    I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
    She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
    ‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
    And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
    If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
    I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
    When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
    Damn, I’m the man now
    Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
    Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
    Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

    [Verse 3: Kodak Black]
    I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
    I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
    I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
    Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
    They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
    They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
    They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
    I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
    Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
    Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
    Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
    Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)


  • PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Horses

    [Intro: PnB Rock]
    DJ Chose
    Oh yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

    [Verse 1: PnB Rock]
    I just pulled up in the Benz
    It was just me and my mans
    Fishbowl no tint
    Scooping your hoe and her friends
    Wanna take that bitch to the movies
    Ain’t got no love for the groupies
    Seat back while she do me
    She get wetter than Jacuzzis
    She don’t go like a green light
    She get ran through like a red light
    If the head right then the bread right
    Shawty know I be there every night
    Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
    Zero to sixty, I take off
    Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

    [Bridge: PnB Rock]
    They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
    Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
    I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
    ‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

    [Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
    I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
    She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
    ‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
    And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
    If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
    I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
    When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
    Damn, I’m the man now
    Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
    Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
    Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

    [Verse 3: Kodak Black]
    I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
    I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
    I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
    Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
    They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
    They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
    They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
    I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
    Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
    Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
    Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
    Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

    [Chrous: PnB Rock]
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
    All these horses in my car got me going fast
    I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
    Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
    One false move, that could be my last (yeah)


  • Nicki Minaj – Only lyrics

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
    On my life, man, fuck’s sake
    If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake
    My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
    Yeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tape
    Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all niggas, us straight
    These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
    When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late
    Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
    Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt too
    Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
    Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
    These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz
    Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don’t fuck with
    I don’t fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
    Let it soak in like seasonin’
    And tell ’em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
    Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
    Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
    Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
    Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
    Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
    Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
    I got my real niggas here by my side, only

    [Verse 2: Drake]
    I never fucked Nicki, cause she got a man
    But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
    And the other day in her Maybach
    I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
    We had just come from that video
    You know LA traffic, how the city slow
    She was sitting down on that big butt
    But I was still staring at the titties though
    Yeah, low key or maybe high key
    I been peeped that you like me, you know
    Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
    I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
    I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
    Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
    Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
    Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
    Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
    Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
    The NBA players fuck with you
    The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
    Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
    And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck, just give me the heads-up
    So I can plan for it
    (Pinkprint, aye)

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
    Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
    Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
    Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
    Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
    Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
    Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
    I got my real niggas here by my side, only

    [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
    I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up
    If I did fuck, she’d be fucked up
    Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
    Cause she actin’ like she need dick in her life
    That’s another story, I’m no story teller
    I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
    All my goons so overzealous
    I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
    Calendar say I got money for days
    I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
    My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
    They bet’ not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
    My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
    Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
    You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
    Then I make you burp boy, treat beef like sirloin
    I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses, with army guns
    So think about, your son and daughter rooms
    Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
    Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
    This shit is crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
    That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
    Blood gang, take the B out behavior, my nigga
    For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
    I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
    Nigga now you see me, nigga now you don’t
    Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
    16 in a clip, one in the chamber
    17 Ward bully, with 17 bullets
    My story is how I went from “poor me”
    To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”

    [Hook: Chris Brown]
    Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
    Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
    Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
    Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
    Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
    Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
    Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
    I got my real niggas here by my side, only