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  • I-Octane – “Cash” Lyrics

    (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


  • Quality Control – Bosses Don’t Speak Lyrics

    [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)


  • Omega Crosby – Feel Good lyrics

    [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


  • Kid Ink – High Signin’ (feat. Jay 305, Ad, & Jay Ant)

    [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


  • Pink Guy – Another Earth (Pink Season Album)

    [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!


  • Pink Guy – Another Earth Lyrics

    [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!


  • Yung Simmie – 3 In 1 (Freestyle) (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

    [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