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  • Gunna – Cash War Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Wheezy outta here

    [Chorus]
    Lotta money, I can have a cash war
    Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
    Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
    I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
    Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
    Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
    Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
    Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Drip)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Keep it hardcore
    Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
    Show real love (Real love)
    When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
    We stood tough
    Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
    We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
    White Range Rover with the beige guts

    [Verse 1]
    Can’t save ’em
    Kicked her out after I slayed her (Slayed)
    Been got sauce, I got flavor (Flavor)
    Saks Fifth, ho, you dreamt it, I paid for (Paid for)
    New crib, got a lot of acres
    The way you suck, you can get an A plus (A plus)
    If she break, you can get your brain bust
    Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Chain bust)
    Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Ah)
    Got any young thang, get you real rocks (Real rocks)
    Three color diamonds on your wrist
    I have three or four, you can get a plain watch (Plain watch)
    Hundred twenty thousand dollars on the plane, watch
    Rose gold when she with me, what you ain’t got
    Pop a pussy nigga, leave him shell shocked (Shell shocked)
    I’m a bigger dripper with Chanel socks

    [Chorus]
    Lotta money, I can have a cash war
    Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
    Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
    I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
    Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
    Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
    Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
    Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Keep it hardcore
    Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
    Show real love (Real love)
    When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
    We stood tough
    Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
    We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
    White Range Rover with the beige guts

    [Verse 2]
    White Range Rover with the beige guts (Beige)
    Got a table, had to pay and she paid, boss (Paid)
    She wax her pussy, she don’t use a razor (Nah)
    Diggin’ in it like I’m tryna dig a grave, huh (Grave, huh)
    Why you wanna ask me for a favor?
    Swear to God that won’t work in your favor (Fave)
    Stack a lot of cash, I got layers (Yeah)
    I been ballin’ and I’m livin’ like a Laker (Laker)
    Ridin’ on my nigga, get a pay cut
    When the milli come inside, we’re the makers (Makers)
    Red and black Billy like a Raider
    Run it to your front door like a cater (Cater)
    Jump man, I’m an alligator
    When I bite, I get shit tailor (Tailor)
    Told her let’s play whoever tried to play us (Play us)
    Should I diss ’em? Nah, nigga feelin’ way up

    [Chorus]
    Lotta money, I can have a cash war
    Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
    Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
    I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
    Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
    Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
    Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
    Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

    [Post-Chorus]
    Keep it hardcore
    Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
    Show real love (Real love)
    When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
    We stood tough
    Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
    We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
    White Range Rover with the beige guts


  • Snow Patrol – Back Quick Lyrics

    [Intro: YBN Almighty Jay & Rich The Kid]
    Ooh, I fuck yo’ bitch from the back, don’t worry, nigga, I’ma give her back (ayy)
    Throw it back quick
    Ooh, I’m tryna run up the racks, YBN like the Men in Black
    Know what I’m sayin’? Fuck a check up at Saks Fifth
    Ooh, bitch tryna finesse my chain, she come back, then she getting smacked (ooh)
    Ooh, bitch had the gang run a train, knock the pussy right off the tracks (huh)
    Woah woah, woah woah, gang, gang
    Bitch, whatchu-whatchu, gang gang (bitch)
    Gang gang gang, ayy (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

    [Chorus: YBN Almighty Jay]
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang)
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang, gang, gang)

    [Verse 1: YBN Almighty Jay]
    Ooh, I fuck your bitch from the back, don’t worry nigga, I’ma give her back (give her back)
    Ooh, I’m tryna run up the racks, YBN like the Men in Black (Men in Black)
    Ooh, bitch tryna finesse my chain, she come back, then she getting smacked (getting smacked)
    Ooh, bitch had the gang run a train, knock the pussy right off the tracks (gang, gang)
    Train tracks, ni-nigga get yo’ chain back (get yo’ chain)
    Name jack, ch-ch-choppa blow your brains back (blaow, brains)
    Cl-clout chasing ass nigga, get yo’ fame back (get yo’ fame)
    Leg shooting ass niggas, where yo’ aim at?

    [Chorus: YBN Almighty Jay]
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang)
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang, gang, gang)

    [Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
    Ooh, I fuck your bitch from the back, don’t worry nigga, you can have her back (what)
    I’m tryna run up the racks, made it back, yeah, in the back of the back (yeah)
    I had a cookie attack (cookie)
    Fuck a bitch, give here right back (right back)
    Hit her from the back like that (huh)
    Choke the bitch, she like that
    I’m getting all kinds of bread (all kinds of bread)
    I sleep in designer spreads (yah)
    The pussy was worse than Chyna’s head (ooh)
    The Bentley is black like a African
    Before the rap, was trafficking
    If this don’t work I’ma trap again
    My bitch don’t work by the ass again

    [Chorus: YBN Almighty Jay]
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang)
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang, gang, gang)

    [Verse 3: YBN Almighty Jay]
    Ooh, spit on the dick like a camel
    Hollow tip, nigga, hot like a candle (trra, bang)
    Ooh, she say, “When I throw it back, is it too much to handle?”
    Bi-bitch you stupid, throw it back, catch it like Jeff Campbell (bitch)
    Bi-bitch you stupid, throw it back, catch it like Jeff Campbell (bitch!)
    Sa-sa-same ass nigga, same ass shit (same shit)
    La-la-lame ass nigga, lame ass bitch (lame bitch)
    Same ass nigga, same ass shit (same shit)
    La-la-la-lame ass nigga, lame ass bitch (lame bitch!)

    [Chorus: YBN Almighty Jay]
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang)
    I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth (look like she work at Saks Fifth)
    Got scammers using counterfeits that try to get the packs flipped (cash, cash)
    Chopper hit his body, make a nigga do a backflip (trra, bang)
    Hardbody nigga, fuck your bitch and send her back quick (gang, gang, gang, gang)


  • Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

    [Verse 1]
    Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
    Maserati’s not leased
    Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
    Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
    Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
    Silk lay on me, pray for me
    8 million stories in the naked city
    The humidity it made the titties oil
    Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
    For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
    Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
    The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
    You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
    I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
    Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
    You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
    Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
    Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
    Oh my god
    Don’t start me [?]
    Omar scar [?]
    Send your family a nice postcard

    [Chorus]
    Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
    New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
    See my team (already), I been a G (already)
    Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
    Yeah nigga (already, already)
    How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

    [Verse 2]
    Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
    I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
    My jeans fit me like Springsteen
    Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
    I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
    Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
    Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
    Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
    With the drum my queen Sheila E
    The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
    We the team to beat
    The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
    Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
    I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
    Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
    Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
    Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
    Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
    No respectable establishment carries this
    Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
    When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
    You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
    Now I know just how Satchmo felt


  • 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’


  • Wyclef Jean – Young Thug lyrics

    Lyrics Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

    Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race
    I told her keep going on the gas, f*ck the brakes
    Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
    Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
    Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
    I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
    So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
    Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’
    Play with my money, I’ma let them niggas do you
    Play with my money I’ma let them niggas do you
    Play with my money I’ma let these niggas do you
    Play with my money
    Play with my, play with my money.(wyclef jean)

    I do maye, I do
    I do maye, I do
    I do maye, I do
    I do maye, I do.

    Play around with my cash
    End up in a body bag
    In the store and then dash
    Pull up, hoppin’ out a cab
    She know she got a nigga bad
    She know she gotta keep me back
    She know I gotta keep me some cash
    She know she gotta hop on top the dick
    She know you gotta ride that motherf*cker
    Her mama done walked in, but it’s too big
    She can’t hide that motherf*cker
    Even if she divided the motherf*cker
    Man even if she minused the motherf*cker
    Join in get demolished motherf*cker
    I ain’t gon’ disguise it motherf*cker, nah
    Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff
    Yeah I’m that swift, ask her and him
    Yeah ask ’em, put a bone in them
    Put a choker on ’em, let ’em choke and all
    All my jewelry small, yeah, they got it all
    Daughter sexy and my son got the broads
    Spent racks on my son and his squad
    Daddy boy, never play with toys
    Better not play with ’em boys
    New AK with them boys
    New feng shui with the boys
    Drippin’ all day for the boys
    Bitch you ain’t ready for the boys
    I’m in that Wraith homeboy
    If you ever play with the boy
    I’ma turn the blade on ’em boys.

    I do lie, yeah, I do
    I do lie, yeah, I do
    I do lie, yeah, I do
    I do lie, yeah, I do.

    Okay, my money way longer than a Nascar race (slatt)
    I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
    Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (slatt)
    Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep (slatt)
    Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller (slatt slatt)
    I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor (slatt slatt)
    So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
    Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolin’.

    Nigga watch that dog
    Nigga plottin’ on the boy, spot ’em
    Put the target on they head, dot ’em dot ’em dot ’em
    And I’m good, got a rabbit’s foot in my wallet
    Tell ’em pick it, then drop it, drop it
    Do some sit ups, then show your body
    Got her bent up, I done took a gram of molly
    Her car dented up like she rent to everybody.

    I do lie, yeah, I do
    I do lie, yeah, I do
    I do lie, yeah, I do
    I do lie, yeah, I do.

    Money way longer than a Nascar race
    I told her keep going on the gas f*ck the brakes
    Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
    Let a nigga nut, only way I’ll go to sleep
    Boolin, rockin’ all the Frank Muller
    I know some hoes with good head, f*ck a tutor
    So many hundreds I done added, I’m going to lose ’em
    Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I’m coolinnn’.(wyclef jean)
    Young Thug lyrics
    Video Jean


  • Schoolboy Q – That Part (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part

    Ayy! That part
    Bang this shit in the hood one time
    Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
    Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
    Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

    Quarter million, switchin’ lanes, that part
    Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that part
    405 with the gun off safe, that part
    Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
    Rich or poo nigga, pick your fate
    Style on top of style, nigga
    Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
    Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
    Pushed Porsches down Broadway
    I’ve been divin’ in different hoes, nigga
    Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
    Got an engine back with the top in it
    Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part

    Okay, okay, okay
    Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
    Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
    Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
    Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
    I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
    Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
    Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
    Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
    Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
    That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
    If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
    Have the paparazzi doin’ back-flips
    If I lay you down on the mattress
    Blow the back out ’til you backless
    Thick, we already established
    She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
    Yeah! Okay
    Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
    Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
    Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
    Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part

    Ayy! That part
    Bang this shit in the hood one time
    Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
    Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
    Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

    Few million made and still ain’t changed, that part
    Me, my girl got matchin’ bling, that part
    I’mma get so blowed, I’mma lose my brain, that part
    Me and XO only thing go straight
    Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
    Style on top of style, nigga
    Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
    Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
    When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
    Got a Chevy with side to side on it
    Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
    Got a chopper to stand the fire too
    I put your Uzi down beside you

    Me no conversate with the fake, that part
    All my bitches independent bitches, that part
    I just want the paper, that part
    All my bitches flavored
    That part, that part, that part, that part
    Ayy! That part
    That part
    That part

    Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
    I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
    Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
    Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
    Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
    Ain’t say shit, nigga
    You was listenin’ close though
    You was listenin’ to hoes though
    You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
    Listen to the ‘Go
    Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go though
    I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
    When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
    And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
    Get that nigga on the phone
    Top Dawg on the phone!
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!