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  • Dave East – Don’t Try Me (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

    [Intro: Dave East and Lil Uzi Vert]
    All I know is designer shit
    No money, blue hunnids
    Yeah, you know
    Lil Uzi, yeah you know (What’s crackin’)
    Huh, you know we got all the money
    All the money nigga (Yeah)

    [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    [?] that bitch wanna try me
    Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
    All of my friends they won’t buy this
    Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
    Diamonds they water, Poseidon

    [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Run through the crowd I’m strident
    Run that shit back on like two hoes
    Yeah I might um get the Heinsmen
    I got your girl cause I am a lottery
    Why you hating, I’m filling my pockets
    Everything I wear, yeah, is so rare
    Blinded by my diamonds, yeah
    Wrists so glare
    Most of ya be fake, so why would I play fair?
    Getting money yeah I started styling
    Take your girl to the mall started shopping
    Overseas yeah we went to an island
    She fly free cause I’m platinum medallion
    Fly like delta I build up my mileage
    Yeah, hold on
    She get me brain to build up my knowledge
    Not bout the money then change the topic
    I got your girl cause I am a lottery
    While you hating I’m filling my pockets

    [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    [?] that bitch wanna try me
    Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
    All of my friends they won’t buy this
    Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
    Diamonds they water, Poseidon

    [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Run through the crowd I’m strident
    Yeah, run that shit back on like two hoes
    Yeah my um get the Hiensmen
    Yeah, pocket got bands from like two shows
    No it can’t fit in my wallet
    Yeah rub on your girl and her body
    You ain’t gon’ do nothing about it
    You was just mad you don’t got it
    You is just mad I got it

    [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    [?] that bitch wanna try me
    Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
    All of my friends they won’t buy this
    Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
    Diamonds they water, Poseidon

    [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    Gave me that pussy won’t buy this
    All of my friends they won’t bite this
    Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
    Diamonds they water, Poseidon

    [Dave East]
    I dropped a fish in a pack
    I drove a Benz out the lap
    I got your bitch in the trap
    Roll up and split by the caps
    I got the grip in my coat
    We send your bitch to the store
    That foreign, I’m whipping it slow
    Make her call my amigo go pick up the coke (Que lo que)
    I’m in sex percocet in me
    Instagram twitter niggas threaten me
    They be jealousy they can’t get next to me
    I’m eating Lobster, on Cruise like Penelope
    Kodak’s no broccoli I’m on the celery
    Goyard all over my luggage I’m jamming
    Still pay those xannies I’m gripping
    Diamonds on my wrists them bitches is dancing
    Pennyline showing them bitches tanning
    Tell that little nigga come try me
    Pent house suite I don’t stay at no Hyatt
    Tell that little bitch I’m a freak
    I watch what I eat like I’m on a diet
    Your bitch treat me like i’m Trident
    I feel like [?] how i’m gliding
    Bring out my name and we sliding
    Yea I got chicks out of college
    I never got no allowance
    I wanted Polo and I wanted Prada
    Mosqino casinos we doubled our dollars
    I feel like Pacchino I’m rolling with mobsters

    [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
    All of my friends they won’t buy this
    Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
    Diamonds they water, Poseidon

    [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    Yeah, don’t try me
    Tell that little nigga don’t try me
    Gave me that pussy won’t buy it
    All of my friends they won’t buy this
    Still the same nigga SLS, no Hyatt
    Diamonds they water, Poseidon


  • Bryson Tiller – Money Problems / Benz Truck (True To Self Album)

    Hey
    Goddamn, goddamn
    Hey (God)
    Hey
    Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
    Every time you see me, I’m in go mode
    Niggas ain’t ’bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
    When I drop a few niggas is goin’ ghost
    You gassed up thinkin’ we go toe-to-toe
    Ay, I’m bout to go Kanye West on niggas
    You know care less if I upset some niggas
    Hey, supposedly I’ve been in debt with niggas
    Fuck ’em, I ain’t writing out no check for niggas
    My lawyer check them niggas, said don’t sweat them niggas
    Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
    He talkin’ wild, I said objection, nigga
    You a lame, get up out my section, nigga
    Hey, he throwin’ shade, I don’t play fetch with niggas
    Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas
    Don’t need attention, just respect from niggas
    Oh no, all I really need is, need is
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
    No way, that’s okay, that’s okay
    Oh, I come a long way
    Yeah and it’s been a while since I clocked in
    Came out on top and shawty tell me I’m poppin’
    Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
    When these niggas start wildin’, yeah, you the one that I think of
    And God, he the only one thing keepin’ you niggas from gettin’ sprayed up
    For my daughter, I’m gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
    You got money problems, I’m sorry (hey)
    Ain’t no money problems ever stop me (never)
    I just treat a prayer like a hobby
    And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
    Money, money, power I need checks in every week
    Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
    Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
    You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
    Ay, yeah, I heard
    They talkin’ crazy on the block still
    I ain’t on the block no more, I’m in the hills
    Just checked the temperature, I’m hot still
    Ridin’ 65, I’m on them hot wheels
    The flow way when I’m sauced up
    I got my money right last year, I bossed up
    Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain’t cost much
    Fake friends, they gon’ say we lost touch
    Strangers, they gon’ say I switched up
    Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah
    Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
    Light skin, I call ’em my honey dip, yeah
    Niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
    On my black, I just flex that’s how I feel, yeah
    Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
    Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
    Ay, jump inside the Benz truck
    I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
    Or a SLS, gotta pick one
    Get my bitch one
    And she at the crib, yeah, doin’ sit ups
    And she tryna get fit for a young nigga
    She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
    I’m just tryna get rich, double up figures
    Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em
    She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
    She a down ass bitch
    Down, down, down, down, down


  • Mac Miller – Cinderella (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

    Uh, sign
    Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
    Sign
    I been waitin’ all night for this moment
    I been waitin’ all year for this moment
    I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
    I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
    Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
    Cinderella better get your ass home
    Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
    You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
    Take my hand, come with me to my room
    Girl I got a suite at the SLS
    I already know you got expensive taste
    Take my hand, follow me to my room
    Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
    Girl I got a plan for the whole night
    Okay your legs like a store they open up
    And you got people in the aisle
    Been here every night for weeks at a time
    You in my dreams that’s why I sleep all the time
    Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind
    I told you, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be fine
    This the type of thing I heard it happen all the time
    Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
    Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin’ me high
    Said nothin’ better than the first time
    I’ll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
    You don’t have to spend another second on this Earth dry
    Wet you like a fresh group second and a third time, left you up a verse mind
    And when you hungry I can shut you up with stir fry
    Get you some dessert wine, elevate this third eye
    First prize, Nobel, get a piece
    Your clothes off, turn around, let me see
    I been waitin’ all night for this moment
    I been waitin’ all year for this moment
    I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
    I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
    Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
    Cinderella better get your ass home
    Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
    You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
    Take my hand, come with me to my room
    Girl I got a suite at the SLS
    I already know you got expensive taste
    Take my hand, follow me to my room
    Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
    Girl I got a plan for the whole night
    Yeah, okay I came up with a plan it was
    Take you by the hand
    And bring you somewhere where the sand is
    Two nights, we landed
    We went straight into the room
    And played the music and started dancing
    You was taking off your pants
    It look like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore
    I do you like a chore
    We started on the bed and then we moved onto the floor
    You started getting crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
    I thought you was an angel now you yellin’ to the Lord
    You used to tell me all the time I ain’t your type
    Now you always wanna spend the night
    Now I’m doing everything you like
    When I’m inside your pussy, damn it feels so right
    Yeah, but I still respect the game
    Every time I’m out of line you always set me straight
    The sex is great, and your sex I need it every day
    I yell your name, sinner, rebel
    Never gonna find nobody better
    All my life
    I been waitin’ all night for this moment
    I been waitin’ all year for this moment
    I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
    I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
    Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
    Cinderella better get your ass home
    Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
    You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
    Take my hand, come with me to my room
    Girl I got a suite at the SLS
    I already know you got expensive taste
    Take my hand, follow me to my room
    Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
    Girl I got a plan for the whole night
    Hey now, I’m saying
    My only way out is way in
    I won’t stop ’til you’re mine, no way
    Well all my days now, they changin’
    I got angels, no more Satan
    Looks like God’s on my side
    This time
    I been meanin’ to tell you
    You lookin’ better every day
    Write you letters
    It’s only right that right after love I write my name, yeah
    If it’s forever or never it’s all the same
    Under the weather
    Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain
    Ooh Cinderella don’t you run out of time
    It feels like you’ve been taking all day
    Wherever you came from, wherever you going
    I promise I’m not far behind
    So don’t you dare throw this away
    I been meanin’ to tell you
    You lookin’ better every day
    Write you letters
    It’s only right that right after love I write my name
    And if it’s forever or never it’s all the same
    Under the weather
    Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain