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(Intro)
Troyton
Oh yes
Oh yes
Oh yes, Oh yes
Oh yes
An mi say cash
Inna pocket a whe mi got it
Cash
Inna pocket a whe mi got it
Cash
Mi jus pop a pack yuh see di lastic
Cash
(Pre-Chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton
(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic
Cash
This year we haffi mek some…
(Verse 1)
Go for it becaw we doan [?]
Like poor people inna the crisis
So me stay up all day
Yet still no get no night res’
Waan drive a car but get the nicess
One time a hungrydess but now a holidess
Press gas a road caw mi nuh Charmy Briggs
Glad say me mek it out to the Lord me praise
[?]
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(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton
(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic
Cash
(Verse 2)
This year we haffi mek some
Real dollars
See the pree money an a real manners
pocket full a cone like wha the bees falla
Pop champaign like these scholars
Hear the topic, hear the content
Like Red Hills road use yuh common sense
Like how yuh belt a touch yuh pants length
Same way money fi touch yuh han’
(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton
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(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic?
Cash
(Bridge)
This year we haffi mek some, real food
A nuh we alone the dwagz dem eat food
When we talk bout food, a nuh peas soup
But a more like step out inna clean suit
Oh, yea
Eat food
plus the dwagz dem a eat food, too
Food a nuh peas soup
Step out inna clean suit too
(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton
(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic?
Cash
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(Repeat Vs 1)
Go for it becaw we doan [?]
Like poor people inna the crisis
So me stay up all day
Yet still no get no night res’
Waan drive a car but get the nicess
One time a hungrydess but now a holidess
Press gas a road caw mi nuh Charmy Briggs
Glad say me mek it out to the Lord me praise
[?]
(Pre-chorus)
This year we haffi mek some money
If we want every dim we caan cluby
Everyday a different gyal a get the lovie dovie
Top a me game like me a Steph Curry
Troyton
(Chorus)
Cash
Mek mek money that a wha we practice
Cash
It inna pocket a whe we stash it
Cash
Jus pop a pack yuh see the lastic?
Cash
[Intro]
Can’t go out there playin’ when you see us young rich niggas
Droppin’ straight cash on whips, flooded ice
I know you like, “How the fuck these niggas got so much drip?”
Hundred thousand dollar watches
Three point five million dollar cribs and shit
Check the Forbes list, nigga
[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
All of my bitch ain’t a hundred (no)
Oh yeah, my wrist cost a hundred (hundred)
Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds (hundreds)
I’ll take your life for this money (brrt)
I took the top of the coupe, it’s insane (woo)
I did this shit for the pain (pain)
Boarding a private plane (plane)
Audemar Pig’ with the skeleton plain (woo)
Put her on X, put her on percs (perky)
There go Set, baller alert (brrt)
Don’t sip liquor, I’m only on syrup (nah, mud)
Put the dope in your hand, want the money on the first (yeah)
I got a bag of the lotto, the cookie, the sherbert (bag)
It’s a murder on the Nawf and they try to put me in the verdict
I got the birdies, ballin’ like Julius Erving (brrt)
Cookin’ it early, dope get to singin’ like Shirley
Got thirties on thirties, we callin’ them thirties Steph Curry
Don’t talk to me dirty ’cause my niggas goin’ seven thirty
Gave her the pink molly, told a bitch yeah it’s Kirby (molly)
I’ma just fuck her three times and then I’ma curve it (smash, smash)
Oh my God, she said her feelings is hurtin’ (oh my God, woah)
Shut the fuck up lil’ thotty, suck it and slurp it (shh, shh, ehh)
Where was everybody when I was just hurtin’? (where, where)
Only the gang survived, it’s family first
[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Oh my God, I bought a foreign and Dodge (oh my God)
Oh my God, I had a foreign menage (oh my, oh my God)
Oh my God, thought you were real, you ‘flauge
Bullets fly and then you flee, nigga we seen your heart
Iced teeth (ice), cellphone beep (brrt, brrt)
Fight me, body bag sheets (body bag)
Am I geeked? Bitch I might be (stupid bitch)
Chanel seats, mansion twelve thousand square feet (yeah)
Once I beat, I tell that bitch to stay away from me (beat it)
I’m not talkin’ ’bout no thot, I’m talkin’ your favorite piece (I am)
I came from the Nawf then jumped into the Major League (I did)
You ain’t never drove this valet so I keep the key
Said she can’t leave without her friend, I got them knee to knee
When you rich like me, this is what it’s s’posed to be (you do)
Can’t get close to me (no)
Backwoods, roll the leaf (roll it)
I done survived some beef (survived)
Now I can massage my seats (massage)
[Chorus: Offset]
I’m in the coupe, fo’ sho (skrr)
Candy coat (candy)
Maison Margiela my coat (Maison)
I’m on froze (I’m on ice)
Put a lil bitch on the cold (woo)
Anna Nicole (Anna Nicole)
Everything glitter ain’t gold (gold)
You’re gettin’ exposed (you gettin’ exposed)
Hop in the frog and leap (leap)
Patek Philippe (Patek Philippe)
Servin’ them dummy bricks (brick)
I get them for cheap (I got ’em for low)
Hop in the Wraith and I creep (skrr)
Massage the seats (massage the seats)
I got the racks in the brief (racks)
Bosses don’t speak (nah)
[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
[Verse 1]
I’m feelin good like I never been
Tryna be an angel livin in the devils den
When I was headed north, things were goin south
They won’t let us get the house, but we worked it out
All I want in this life is a picket fence
All I see is question marks it ain’t makin sense
I’ll be back in the morn you ain’t gotta worry
Dudes still takin shots like Steph Curry
I just met a aunt I ain’t know I had
My old friends all squares, like plad
Everybody hate eachother and it’s quite sad
I couldn’t picture this life with a white dad
White blood in me but I know the cover of the book
Got the microphone smokin call me Mr. Cook
Reincarnated nothin short than legendary
Always first never secondary
[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
[Verse 2]
Only get to see me uncle if I plan to visit
In the world you cant succeed outchea bein skittish
Don’t tell me that I made it I ain’t even finish
Every x gives a plus I ain’t talkin British
Dollar signs in my eye lids
Everytime I go to sleep I have a million dollar idea
Every thing is all good I ain’t even change
I like my rides all black like bruce waynes
For my birthday I want a Lamborghini
She got my name in her mouth like a zucini
I been up for nine days but I ain’t even sleepy
I’m from the Mo, American Graffiti
Cherry bomb off that cherry kush
Hands makin double u’s I ain’t talkin bout George Bush
California, yea we the golden state
When you throw away money let me get a plate
[Chorus]
Erryday we keep it lit like a candle
If you ain’t talkin bread betta cancel
Every time we come on they be dancin
I think I want a mansion
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
I feel good yea yea yea yea
We feel good yea yea yea yea
[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it, Lil Rece produced it
[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin
[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I swear all the shit I gotta face now
A nigga shine, get the shades out
You know how my eyes look when the haze out
I’m just trying with the fakes out
Reporting from the west-side
Bat-gang got it tatted by my left-side
Know you couldn’t fuck with me on your best night
Now watch me screw these niggas like its test time
Hold up, flex on these niggas , hold up
Put the city on my shoulder
Came up from the noodles
Know they thought we’d be losers
[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin
[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make
[Verse 2: Jay 205]
Just moved the whole thang
On the west side, niggas gangbang
Icy fresh, high signin’
Bust down, looking like lightning
Call the friends, got diamonds
Feeling like baby big tyming
But it take a lot of grinding
Project baby private flying
Made it out the jungle, I’m a lion
Y’all selling bullshit, I ain’t buying
You should sell cocaine
Now a nigga rich off the rap game
[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin
[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make
[Verse 3: AD]
Look, was a top ramen nigga, now its [??] on the regular
She used to call me, now she blowing up my cellular
[??] tried to play me, now I’m twenty steps ahead of ’em
Still independent, we just laughing at competitors
Worry ’bout a deal? We just ’bout these [??]
I get it every time I shoot ’em, Steph Curry off the pill
If she tripping get the [??], we don’t tolerate complaining
I told my nigga [??] Fuck these niggas if they hating (Uh)
Keep on shining, we gon end up with the [??]
Hide your baby daddy, fuck I think he need a [??]
A little here [??] hit ’em with the python, wait a minute
[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin
[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make
[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth
[Verse: Pink Guy]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug!
Ay, get it up, fuck Young Thug
Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Huh, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, pussy ass bitch
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, get it up
I don’t give a fuck about a young thug
Pussy ass bitch come get a nut or butt
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
Uh, Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Get it up, ay!
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Skrt skrt, Hongkong, skrt skrt
Uh, fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!
[Sample: Young Thug]
Yo yo, you heard of the new Earth that they found?
It’s a new Earth, but it’s like 10 times bigger than this earth
It’s Earth doe, it’s Earth, it looks identical, everything is the same
You ain’t heard that yet? It’s 10 times bigger than Earth, but it’s Earth
It’s another Earth, they just found, another planet
It looks just like earth doe, so they call it Earth
[Verse: Pink Guy]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug!
Ay, get it up, fuck Young Thug
Uh, eh, I said fuck Young Thug
Fuck all that bullshit
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Fuck all that bullshit
Pussy ass bitch
Huh, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, pussy ass bitch
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, get it up
I don’t give a fuck about a young thug
Pussy ass bitch come get a nut or butt
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
Uh, Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Pussy ass bitch, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Get it up, ay!
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Skrt skrt, Hongkong, skrt skrt
Uh, fuck Young Thug, fuck Young Thug
Steph Curry with the shot, fuck Young Thug
Fuck Young Thug
[Outro: Pink Guy]
Don’t ever let me catch you around my neighborhood again
Or we gon’ have some serious problems, you fucking n-word!
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Fake niggas will never know realer
Ape shit like I hang with gorillas
Niggas talk hard they ain’t no killer
‘Til we pull up like "Hey lil’ nigga"
No like halo nigga
Extendos at yo’ halo nigga
Yeah I smoke but I don’t do swishers
Smokin’ moon rocks I moon walk like "Thriller"
My bitch white so I am that nigga
I pill up the block layin’ shots out the window
You can’t keep up ’cause yo’ ends low
I gotta be myself niggas copy like ten fold
I go hard but I make it look simple
I gave that bitch back she was somethin’ like a rental
I don’t wanna fuck, give me dental
If her ex here he get whipped with a pistol
So don’t diss me I don’t diss you
Ain’t talkin’ money I’ma have to dismiss you
Niggas sayin’ what they won’t do
Playin’ both sides but I been with the same crew
Been sippin’ drank, I be smokin’ stain
Nigga fuck beer I don’t do the brew
I be in the cut, rollin’ up the weed
Smokin’ by myself I won’t smoke with you
You ain’t from my hood what you doin’ on my block boy?
You lookin’ unusual
A suspect, and I make my hoes upset
If I don’t give ’em dick, they gon’ protest
I’m a jerk, no reject
Gettin’ to the money ’cause I need that
Pull up on yo’ block if you late where my green at?
[Verse 2: Lil Dred]
I be on the block where you can’t come
Catch you slippin’ on the block where you ain’t from
Once you hear them shots then you can’t run
Smooth criminal, like "Where the fuck he came from?"
Steph Curry nigga check out where I aim from
Ridin’ ’round with three Ks no handguns
KKK I’ma hang some
Hellboy, where you think I got this flame from?
Fuck boy, where you think I got this chain from?
If you lookin’ like a lick we gon’ take some
Head cracked like dice I’ma shake some
If I hit ’em with the right I’ma break somethin’
Once they see you tryna win now the hate comin’
I just play the back scene I don’t say nothin’
Yeah he doin’ a lot of talkin’ but he stay frontin’
Since you niggas wanna quack I will duck hunt
[Verse 3: Nell]
Feelin’ like motherfuck a hater
Type of nigga pull up all black like a raider
Type of shots loud enough to shake the equator
Killer clan coward talkin’ cut like a sabertooth
Whenever we aim at you, bitch we be buck
Pull up I’m a truck whenever we hit ’em up
Fuck nigga give it up, we deep like a sativa
Never gave a fuck ’bout a nigga so we thuggin’ when they see us
We just in a different city rollin’ weed up
Play my music for his girl and now she wanna meet us
In the hood smokin’ good throwin’ triple Cs up
Bitch you can give my dick a kiss
Nigga you can get with this
Mac shit, trill shit
Tryna act like Kill Bill in a field, bet a nigga get killed quick
Broke a nigga down for them pounds and them millions
Money, motivation, and Miami make us kill shit
