• Tag Archives Rich Gang
  • Young Thug – Back Bone

    [Intro]
    Ayy, Jeffery
    Rich Gang or don’t bang, know what I’m sayin’?
    Goddamn, money gettin’ type of shit
    Yeah, yeah
    I promise I won’t ever switch up
    Rich Gang
    Yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I gotta get rich ’cause I’m everybody’s backbone (ayy)
    And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (see what’s in my bag)
    I was taught to do it, and irrational (‘rational)
    Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
    I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck you with your bag)
    Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (wagon)
    Dawg said he gon’ beat it, I told him, "Wag on" (wag on)
    If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home (hundred racks)
    When you get back home (yeah)

    [Verse 1]
    Skeet off and hop in the dually (yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
    Airin’ it out, ’bout to throw it back, shootin’ (do-do-do-do-do-do-do)
    My niggas said they trill but I want ’em to prove it, yeah (gotta prove it)
    If I wasn’t rich, didn’t have a job, would you still do it, yeah?
    Still got Versace drawls, go buy out the bar when you ball (yeah)
    These hoes, they counterfeit (yeah), them niggas gon’ change on y’all (these niggas)
    I’m lettin’ her suck the balls (woah), the mornin’ I’m kickin’ her out (bye, bitch)
    I’ll never follow y’all, I built my own lane, I’m a boss (boss)
    Yeah, bad bitch flawless, yeah, diamonds, they flawless (flawless)
    Yeah, fuck nigga playin’, yeah, now, fuck around, cost him (do-do-do)
    Gon’ take his life (take it), earn a couple stripes (what? nah)
    Let the boy live (why?) for his momma’s sake

    [Chorus]
    I gotta get rich ’cause I’m everybody’s backbone (woo)
    And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (bag, homes)
    I was taught to do it, and irrational (‘rational)
    Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon
    I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on
    Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (the Bentley coupe to match it)
    Dawg said he gon’ beat it, I told him, "Wag on" (wag on)
    If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home (you gon’ get you a big bag for real)
    When you get back home (yeah)

    [Verse 2]
    I got a big ol’ Birkin bag with my feet up (feet up)
    I fucked around and told her, "Pass me money for the re-up" (for the re-up)
    I got the mothafuckin’ ball, who tryna D up? (Who tryna D up?)
    I got the mothafuckin’ ball, who tryna D us? (They can’t D us)
    Cat carpet red, and it’s about to kick your feet up (kick your feet up)
    Put Michael Jackson in my crew, we can be the Beatles (Rich Gang)
    My wrist is water, my ears is water
    I’ll fuck your daughter (I swear), she just wanna be a starter
    And I done charged up (I charged up), now she tryna play harder (then what?)
    I showed a lot of racks, yeah (racks), got ’em stuffed in my garments (then what?)
    Made the bitch stop breathin’ and now she got a heartache (hahaha)
    I put it real deep, now she got a stomachache

    [Chorus]
    I gotta get rich ’cause I’m everybody’s backbone (backbone)
    And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (racks in my back)
    I was taught to do it, and irrational (do it and irrational)
    Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon (six by six)
    I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (bag on)
    Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (the Bentley coupe to match it)
    Dawg said he gon’ beat it, I told him, "Wag on" (wag on)
    If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home
    If you didn’t tell you’ll get your bag when you get back home
    When you get back home

    [Outro]
    If you didn’t tell you’ll get your bag when you get back home
    If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home, yeah
    If you didn’t tell, I’ll get you a Kardashian, let you bone, bone, yeah
    If you didn’t tell, you’ll get a bag when you get back home, yeah
    You get back home, yeah
    When you get back home, yeah
    A hundred racks on your books down at Jackson, yeah
    I know you straight but you’ll still get a bag when you get back home, ayy
    Zip your mouth
    Lock it and throw the key away, yeah
    Diamonds, on my mothafuckin’ wrist bling blay, yeah
    I got gators on my feet
    I got…


  • Soulja Boy – Bricks (Big Soulja Album)

    [Intro:]
    Yuh
    Yeah
    Soulja
    Police checkin my phone so I need 40 of them things
    Soulja
    Rich Gang, SODMG
    Loud, loud
    Don’t play with it
    I got bricks, bricks
    Ridin with this shit, let’s go
    Young Soulja Boy, I’m down to hit a lick (trappin)
    That loud, loud
    I got loud (let’s go)

    [Hook:]
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    Bricks bricks bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    Ridin with this shit
    Down to hit a lick (let’s go)
    Ridin with them bricks (them bricks)
    Rollin with them bricks (I got em)
    Brick, bricks, bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks (turn up)
    Ridin with the shit (let’s go)
    Down to hit a lick (I got em)
    Ridin with them bricks
    Rollin with them bricks

    [Verse 1:]
    I got bricks, bricks
    You know I got the racks (let’s go)
    You want a Bentley, that’s 250 racks
    I walk inside the club, I got lean, I got Act
    Fuck with me Shawty and I won’t even text
    SOD, Money Gang, we done broke the bank
    Rich Gang, Soulja Boy be blowin on this thing
    Ridin through the city and my cup full of drink
    In my Ferrari and it got that candy paint
    Ridin foreign whips and I stay getting cash
    IPhone 5, they can’t bring me all my racks
    Smoking on that kush and I stay spending stacks
    They say the bank closed, well I open up the racks
    Walk inside the vault, I see bands, I see rings
    Walk inside this club, I spend bandz, I spend grands
    Million dollars niggas, catch me on my tour bus
    Million dollar niggas, hunned dollars for a haircut

    [Hook:]
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    Rollin with them bricks
    Ridin with them bricks
    Ridin with them bricks
    Rollin with them bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks
    Ridin with them bricks
    Burn them with a lick
    Soulja run with them bricks
    Ridin with them bricks

    [Verse 2:]
    Stuntin is a habit, I’m in love with racks
    I’m in love with cash, I love to hit licks
    Ridin with that iPhone5 talkin bricks
    On the tex with my plug, cold wars and shit
    Flexin like a bitch, Soulja Boy don’t move sloppy
    I just hit a lick, time to cop that Bugatti
    Ridin with that new choppa
    Nigga try me, body drop
    Pistol pop, block is hot
    Soulja got them bands in that stamp
    Bracelet on my wrist cost a chicken (damn)
    Catch me in my condo water whippin (damn)
    Soulja Boy in love with that gold shit (damn)
    Soulja Boy be flexin you like oh shit (damn)
    Jordans on my feet, number 9
    Flexin through the hood, I hit licks all the time
    Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks on that low
    Bricks bricks bricks bricks bricks ran from above

    [Hook:]
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    Ridin with them bricks
    Rollin with them bricks
    Down to hit a lick
    Ridin with them bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    I got bricks, bricks
    Ridin with them bricks
    Rollin with them bricks
    Ridin with them bricks
    Down to hit a lick
    I got…

    [Outro:]
    Nigga hittin my phone talkin bout Soulja, where the bricks at?
    It ain’t nothing on the street, this is drought
    I said nigga what the fuck is a drought?
    SOD Money Gang, Rich Gang, flood the streets
    I got em


  • Birdman & Young Thug – Bit Bak

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Big ol’ racks yeah!
    Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
    Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Fuck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
    I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
    She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
    She fuck on my bitch yeah, she eating my girl out
    GTV til I hurl out
    Run a plan, get swirled out
    What the fuck you so early bout
    You dead broke at your girl house
    I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
    I fuck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
    I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
    White boy on a nigga team
    That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
    My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
    My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
    We big I could see and read
    My fingers a couple keys yeah

    [Hook]
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Big ol’ racks yeah!
    Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
    Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

    [Verse 2: Birdman]
    Stunna Stunna man
    I bet em five hundred bands
    Rich gang we the talibans
    Bust through them rubber bands
    I do it for my momma man
    We came out the trash can
    Look at me the last man
    Look at me the last man standing
    Maybach panoramic
    That bitch is sleepin, no xanax
    Fuck em all no scamin’
    I’m rich before your grandaddy
    Versace Versace make em panic
    The mansion made her wear the panties
    She asked a nigga where the plan at?
    Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
    I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
    New watch, the Titanic
    I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
    Playin’ with me better put some respek on it

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
    I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

    [Interlude: Birdman]
    Seven day
    Strip club tour
    Every last one fill with bands
    ATL on a Monday
    Chi-Town on a Tuesday
    New York on a Wednesday
    En Noir on a Thursday
    Miami on a Friday
    Vegas on a Saturday
    LA on Sunday
    Rich Gang lifestyle
    Type of shit we do
    Rich Gang
    B’s up

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, big cat
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Big ol’ racks yeah!
    Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
    Run up them bands, fuck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the fuck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the fuck is you doin’ (woo woo)

    [Outro: Birdman]
    Stunna Stunna man
    I bet em five hundred bands
    Rich gang we the talibans
    Bust through them rubber bands


  • Bit bak – Birdman feat. Young Thug lyrics

    Lyrics Birdman – Bit bak

    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Big ol’ racks yeah!
    Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
    Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

    f*ck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
    I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
    She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
    She f*ck on my b*tch yeah, she eating my girl out
    GTV til I hurl out versuri-lyrics.info
    Run a plan, get swirled out
    What the f*ck you so early bout
    You dead broke at your girl house
    I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
    I f*ck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
    I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
    White boy on a nigga team
    That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
    My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
    My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
    We big I could see and read
    My fingers a couple keys yeah.

    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Big ol’ racks yeah!
    Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
    Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

    Stunna Stunna man
    I bet em five hundred bands
    Rich gang we the talibans
    Bust through them rubber bands
    I do it for my momma man
    We came out the trash can
    Look at me the last man
    Look at me the last man standing
    Maybach panoramic
    That b*tch is sleepin, no xanax
    f*ck em all no scamin’
    I’m rich before your grandaddy
    Versace Versace make em panic
    The mansion made her wear the panties
    She asked a nigga where the plan at?
    Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
    I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
    New watch, the Titanic
    I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
    Playin’ with me better put some respekt on it.

    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
    I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

    Seven day
    Strip club tour
    Every last one fill with bands
    ATL on a Monday
    Chi-Town on a Tuesday
    New York on a Wednesday
    En Noir on a Thursday
    Miami on a Friday
    Vegas on a Saturday
    LA on Sunday
    Rich Gang lifestyle
    Type of shit we do
    Rich Gang
    B’s up.

    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
    Gettin’ geeked out my mind
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
    I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
    I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
    Big ol’ racks yeah!
    Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
    Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
    That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
    You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

    Stunna Stunna man
    I bet em five hundred bands
    Rich gang we the talibans
    Bust through them rubber bandsss.
    Birdman lyrics
    Video bak


  • Jacquees – Good Feeling

    [Intro]
    These good feelings, good feelings
    Committed, 1, 2, 3, 4
    Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

    [Skit]
    Girl – Where you been?
    Jacquees – At the studio
    Girl – I don’t wanna hear all that let me see your phone
    Jacquees – I ain’t gotta let you see my phone
    Girl – Who is this? You know what? Get out
    Jacquees – Can I get my phone? Can I get my phone?
    Girl – Get out, bye

    [Verse 1]
    Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohhh
    Give you this good feeling
    You give me this old feeling babe
    You give me this old feeling
    Making me be committed
    You see me, this shit ain’t easy baby
    Last night was good intentions
    Nothing like my last ex, no
    You know that bitch was stressing

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    No you ain’t acting like

    [Verse 2]
    Cause you got your own thing
    And you ain’t nothing like that girl
    Only see what she wanna
    You trust me, we see them visions

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    My girl nothing like

    [Bridge]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Ah, ah, ah, ah
    Oh, oh, oh, oh

    [Outro]
    Jacquees- I don’t see nothing but big shit going on. We so up you heard? I’m talking up like a motherfucker oh man. My chick, what it do?

    Girl – Thought we should toast to something, it’s on you

    Jacquees – This for that Rich Gang shit though


  • Soulja Boy – Rockstar letras

    [Intro]
    Rich Gang nigga, rich gang in our bag nigga
    Ay man, Rich Gang in the fuckin’ buildin’
    London On Da motherfuckin’ Track
    Soulja!
    Yeah, I’ma just pour up the four
    All of my niggas on go
    Choppers underneath the floor
    Strapped everywhere we go
    We get money on the road

    [Hook]
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    [Verse 1]
    Rock star status
    Come in it be swaggin’
    Came in he be dabbin’
    I’m dressed in the latest fashion
    Pull up in a Bentley truck and it cost a millie
    I just bought a Wraith, I got stars in the ceilin’
    I’m cookin’ the crack
    I’m servin’ that pack
    London On Da Track
    Stand in the trap
    I make it right back
    Broke nigga back back
    In the penthouse pour up a four
    Mansion came with the marble floor
    Choppers, they underneath the flow
    Fuck with Lil Soulja, the choppers gon’ blow
    10 pints of the Hi-Tech
    20 pints of the Actavis
    100,000 Xans
    I just took a trip over to France
    Young nigga gettin’ money and I know they see it
    I done prayed to God, this shit turned me to a demon

    [Hook]
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar

    [Verse 2]
    Smokin’ on dope like the Haitians
    Can’t fuck with the bitch if she basic
    Pull up right on you, just see your location
    Rollin’ up Backwoods and (?) on Vegas
    I get the money, I don’t have no patience
    Hop on the jet and I go to Las Vegas
    Whippin’ my wrist, man a young nigga famous
    .223 bullets, I’m grippin’ the stainless
    Rockstar, rockstar, yeah I need two cups
    Rockstar, rockstar, yeah and I’m piped up
    Walk up in the club and I got 10 bad bitch
    Make it rain in this bitch
    Make it splash in this bitch
    I just hit the cash
    Trap nigga all about cash
    Maserati do the dash
    Runnin’ my check up so fast
    Every chance that I get
    When I get the money, I’ma shit on they ass
    I’ma trap star, rap star, rock star, in love with the cash

    [Hook]
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’m a rock star, I’m a rock star
    All I need is the guitar
    I’ma go pour me a cup
    I’ma go pop me a bar


  • Jacquees – Good Feeling

    [Intro]
    These good feelings, good feelings
    Committed, 1, 2, 3, 4
    Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

    [Skit]
    Girl – Where you been?
    Jacquees – At the studio
    Girl – I don’t wanna hear all that let me see your phone
    Jacquees – I ain’t gotta let you see my phone
    Girl – Who is this? You know what? Get out
    Jacquees – Can I get my phone? Can I get my phone?
    Girl – Get out, bye
    [Verse 1]
    Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohhh
    Give you this good feeling
    You give me this old feeling babe
    You give me this old feeling
    Making me be committed
    You see me, this shit ain’t easy baby
    Last night was good intentions
    Nothing like my last ex, no
    You know that bitch was stressing

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    No you ain’t acting like

    [Verse 2]
    Cause you got your own thing
    And you ain’t nothing like that girl
    Only see what she wanna
    You trust me, we see them visions

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    My girl nothing like

    [Bridge]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Ah, ah, ah, ah
    Oh, oh, oh, oh

    [Outro]
    Jacquees- I don’t see nothing but big shit going on. We so up you heard? I’m talking up like a motherfucker oh man. My chick, what it do?

    Girl – Thought we should toast to something, it’s on you

    Jacquees – This for that Rich Gang shit though


  • Jacquees – Good Feeling letras

    [Intro]
    These good feelings, good feelings
    Committed, 1, 2, 3, 4
    Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

    [Skit]
    Girl – Where you been?
    Jacquees – At the studio
    Girl – I don’t wanna hear all that let me see your phone
    Jacquees – I ain’t gotta let you see my phone
    Girl – Who is this? You know what? Get out
    Jacquees – Can I get my phone? Can I get my phone?
    Girl – Get out, bye

    [Verse 1]
    Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohhh
    Give you this good feeling
    You give me this old feeling babe
    You give me this old feeling
    Making me be committed
    You see me, this shit ain’t easy baby
    Last night was good intentions
    Nothing like my last ex, no
    You know that bitch was stressing

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    No you ain’t acting like

    [Verse 2]
    Cause you got your own thing
    And you ain’t nothing like that girl
    Only see what she wanna
    You trust me, we see them visions

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    My girl nothing like

    [Bridge]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Ah, ah, ah, ah
    Oh, oh, oh, oh

    [Outro]
    Jacquees- I don’t see nothing but big shit going on. We so up you heard? I’m talking up like a motherfucker oh man. My chick, what it do?

    Girl – Thought we should toast to something, it’s on you

    Jacquees – This for that Rich Gang shit though


  • Jacquees – Good Feelings letras

    [Intro]
    These good feelings, good feelings
    Committed, 1, 2, 3, 4
    Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

    [Skit]
    Girl – Where you been?
    Jacquees – At the studio
    Girl – I don’t wanna hear all that let me see your phone
    Jacquees – I ain’t gotta let you see my phone
    Girl – Who is this? You know what? Get out
    Jacquees – Can I get my phone? Can I get my phone?
    Girl – Get out, bye
    [Verse 1]
    Oh-oh, oh-oh, ohhh
    Give you this good feeling
    You give me this old feeling babe
    You give me this old feeling
    Making me be committed
    You see me, this shit ain’t easy baby
    Last night was good intentions
    Nothing like my last ex, no
    You know that bitch was stressing

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    No you ain’t acting like

    [Verse 2]
    Cause you got your own thing
    And you ain’t nothing like that girl
    Only see what she wanna
    You trust me, we see them visions

    [Pre-Chorus]
    Girl this feel like a good thing, good thing
    You a good thing
    Yeah you feel like a good thing
    So I’m all in for a good thing

    [Chorus]
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to, no
    Cause you ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    My shawty ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    No she ain’t nothing like I’m used to
    She know I’m just sitting back vibe
    She hates me bug enough
    No you ain’t acting like
    My girl nothing like

    [Bridge]
    Oh, oh, oh, oh
    Ah, ah, ah, ah
    Oh, oh, oh, oh

    [Outro]
    Jacquees- I don’t see nothing but big shit going on. We so up you heard? I’m talking up like a motherfucker oh man. My chick, what it do?

    Girl – Thought we should toast to something, it’s on you

    Jacquees – This for that Rich Gang shit though