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Lil Baby – Boss Bitch lyrics




(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I made a hunnid in two days, neighbour trippin’ cause I keep the door swangin’
I drop a mixtape today, they gon’ be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
AMG on the floor like a low rider
Having rich arguments my whole problem
Running money up I don’t see nobody
Buying lawyers for both of the [?]
Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
Ask about me [?]
Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
I can’t hit them all so I Pikachu
I don’t text ’em I just stick and move
Fresh pair of Loubs

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Forty pointers that’s a waffle cart
Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
Drip, dripping like that it’s the shower on
Them ain’t real, them diamonds are rhinestones
I’m straight I got the iron now
Too many hoes bought another phone
I apologise, AP honeycomb
Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
You know the water make the pussy get wetter
Ooh, can’t name a nigga that do it better
I got too many hoes like I’m Hugh Hefner
Different foreign bitches, I’ma put ’em together
Yeah they know I’m a trendsetter

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick




Lil Baby – Intro (Harder Than Ever) lyrics




[Intro]
Know im sayin’
This that new wave shit know what im sayin’
This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what i’m saying, free the gang)

[Verse 1]
Im smoking loud this that moonrock
They tryna sue cause i’m gettin’ paper
I dropped out of school and get no education
My momma she happy cause I finally made it
She living better [?] is full
Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
With an AP today tomorrow switch it up
Honeycomb diamonds VVS’s cut
Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
I took me a break, don’t mean i’m getting rusty
I’m gaining this weight they say i’m getting husty
I stand on front line I’m all about the [?]
I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
Stand in the glizzy shoot til’ it’s empty
I come from the projects jumping over fences
I found me a plug and went and made a killing
I think we in love we shoot his ass and children
Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin
I think im the plate I need to reinvent me
I handle my business now i’m worth some millions
Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
Them niggas weren’t fucking with me they weren’t friendly
If you went with me back then then you ain’t seeing no [?]
We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
Real dope boy I ain’t nothing’ like the weirdos
Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
It cost a lil more when it’s real gold
We already up keep the field goal
Remember that day that I lost all that cake


Playboi Carti – FlatBed Freestyle Lyrics


[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint


Cuban Doll – Bankrupt (Remix) (feat. Lil Yachty & Lil Baby) lyrics


[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coop is prayin’ tutu
[?] cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
Niggas servin’, bitches drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Boy used to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was foreign
Killin’ shit, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
Don’t be sad now a nigga up
AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out bitch if you ain’t tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clist round my check like a motherfuckin’ satchel

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
100 bottles, no sparkles, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like we counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
This shit didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy


Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics


[Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Yeah (you know)
Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
Huh, count up
Huh, yeah (skrrt)
Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

[Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

[Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
I’m like, yeah where the money go?

[Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
Talkin’ this rap shit
You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
He talkin’ that tough shit
And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
What, yeah, don’t blame me
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

[Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Ha, yeah
What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
Every time we do music, this shit go
Huh, yeah, huh, what
Milli gang shit, ha
DDB, bitch
What, your bitch shit, ooh
CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
Milli gang shit, yeah
DDB shit
Yeah, know we run shit
Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
Take your books out, yeah


Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics


[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk


Rae Sremmurd – Close lyrics


[Intro: Swae Lee]
30, you a fool for this one
Oh, C-L-O-S-E
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Lowrider, my avenue (ooh)
But that truck’s not up my avenue (no)
You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (screwed)
And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
C-L-O-S-E
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Jxm, ayy
You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it
Wanna settle some debt but not at the moment
I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me
Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
Makin’ me claustrophobic
Bust down the AP and wet the Rollie
Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me
Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (show me you love me)
I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get packed to go outside (woo)
Blowin’ on the strong like how high (blowin’ on strong)
Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
Stayed down and it paid off big time

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
C-L-O-S-E (through it)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)


Belly – Maintain (feat. NAV)


[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me
20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days
No days off, and I maintain
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
Same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
Bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby
I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man
My little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones
My queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home
Who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing
Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah


Belly – Maintain Lyrics


[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly & NAV]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me
20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days
No days off, and I maintain
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
Same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
Bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby
I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man
My little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones
My queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home
Who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly & NAV]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing
Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Belly, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly & NAV]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow thing, whole drain
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah


Famous Dex – Light (feat. Drax Project) (Lyric Video)


[Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I was thinkin’, I was chillin’, now I’m feelin’, now I’m spillin’
I was geekin’ off a perc and I was thinkin’ we should chill for the night (we should chill for the night)
Chill for the night (chill for the night, yeah)
Hold on
She say she single so we mingle, doin’ drugs we know illegal
Baby girl, she wanna eat me like some pizza, so we cool for the night (cool for the night)
Only one night (only one night)
Yeah, ooh (yeah, ooh)
And off a perky (and off a perky)
You lookin’ good, I’m feelin’ dehydrated, feelin’ thirsty (thirsty)
I wanna drink you, baby, hope you ain’t shy (I hope you ain’t shy, yeah)
Don’t be shy (don’t be shy, yeah)
Yeah, ooh
Swear to God, girl, your man a loser (he’s a loser)
He a goofy, he beef on computers (computers)
I want you, baby, swear to God, I ain’t gon’ hurt you (hurt you)
Yeah
I might put you on the cursor, yeah

[Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
So I caught her at the bar, now she had a couple shots (uh, what)
Now I take her to my crib (what else), I’ma fuck her, cuff her for the night (for the night, yeah)
Only one night, ooh (only one night, yeah, Dexter)
She woke up, she say, "Dex", (what), "How I get here?" (get here)
I said, "Baby, we came up in the Lyft", (skrr), "And we got here alright" (got here alright, yeah)
So, baby, don’t fight, ooh, yeah (baby, don’t fight, yeah)
She lookin’ thirsty (thirsty), take a shot, a little Patrón if you thirsty (if you thirsty)
And, baby girl, please don’t be shy, ooh (don’t be shy, yeah)
I can see in your eyes, yeah (I can see in your eyes, yeah)
That you want a real man like me
You wanna hang out with a man like me
Got diamonds on my teeth, iced out my AP, yeah
I’m going’ crazy in the streets, yeah
Hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Drax Project & Famous Dex]
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light one night (one night) (ooo)
You and I
Yeah, we could stand in the light for one night (for one night)

[Outro: Famous Dex]
Ooo, ooo
Dexter, yeah
Hahaha


Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)


[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Lil bitch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like I know the dots
I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
I’m a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah


Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo)


[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the [?]
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)


Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics


[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)


YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Right or Wrong Lyrics


[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I’ve been standing outside of the door has stuck up the stove
Look at my eyes tell me what you see
Whole lotta pain you can say that you don’t
Give up on you I would say that I won’t
A lotta people I had that to live alone
Momma told that Im going to jail
I ain’t respond I just hang up the phone
Them niggas trynna to get change on you
How can you say that
The whole time I was locked in a cell
They was holding my back (no lie)
Im on everythink that’s a fact, I ain’t never looking back
I ain’t never going back, forever gon run up that sack
Spit nothing but the truth when I spit on the track
Show my scars I do not where I at
Baby Joe put that draco to his back
Baby Joe put that draco to his cap
That shit that you talkin I tell you it’s cap
Don’t talk on that phone I know that its tapped
Fuck jail I don’t wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is at
NBA, I put that on the map
Everyday they be in the trap
Death for me so I stay with a strap
It’s gon happen I no runnin from that
Hope my son still grow up with a dad
I ve been scare really quick I can be mad
I ve been scared I do this for my friends

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been doing everything wrong
Draped up in VVS stones
When they want Chanel I put it on
Caught the Bentayaga put it on
Hop the Lamborghini and I’m gone
I didn’t hit a lick fucking long
I was selling liks in the zone
I don’t ran it up from money long
I just speed race for the dollars
I got cuban link on my coler
Keep a plane AP on my wrist
I done already got rich
Got 20 chains in the vault
Put a dog food to my dawg
Im on prometh everysingle day
I don’t never have withdrawals
The streets they calling my name
Start gainin a little fame
Drive the bitches insane
Most niggas gonna change
My niggas stay the same
Switching in another lanes
I just cop a new Range
Only drove it one time
Still thuggin one time
Turn a seven to a dime
Whoop the four to a nine
Flawless diamonds gonna shine
Make a nigga go blind
I’ve been walkin like a head light
Get a different head everynight
Got a aunt still I love to ??
Free the 5 star hotel that’s a motherfuckin projects
I recognize that Im blessed?
Im very different from the rest
Put my niggas on jets
Just to motivate the thugs
Just to show the nigga love

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night


Migos – Stir Fry (On SNL) (Live)


[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)

[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?
You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)


Alex Aiono – Psycho, God’s Plan & Look Alive Mashup Lyrics


Psycho by Post Malone

Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
Made my first million, I’m like, “Damn, this is it,” ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
And I had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we could send in the rent’
And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh

God’s Plan by Drake

She said, “Do you love me?” I tell her, “Only partly”
I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry
Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me
81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
And you know me
Turn the O2 into the O3, dog
Without 40, Oli, there’d be no me
Imagine if I never met the broskies, oh

God’s plan, God’s plan
I can’t do this on my own, on my own
Someone watchin’ this is close, this is close
I’ve been me since Scarlett Road

Look Alive by BlocBoy JB

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive
Yeah they came up on this side, now they on the other side
Oh well, forget ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride
I get racks to go outside and then I split it with the guys
We up on the other side, so I did actin’ like we tied
I’ve been gone since, like, July, so I did actin’ like I died

Mixed

Yeah they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though


Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip


[Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

[Verse 1]
Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe)
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me (hoe)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)

[Verse 2]
Told my fam I got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me? (ha-ha)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, nawf)
Amateur brain, yea we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter keep begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I’m giving your hoe away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we ‘gone pray with the pastor’s scriptures (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)


21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip


Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga!

[Offset:]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse
Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Told the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse
I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he’s ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits


Asian Doll – Road Runner


[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I’m a runner to the money
Count digits and shit, that’s sunny
I get more than ever wanted
Eat dinner, I’m bout my Funyuns
I ain’t speaking on these bitches
Less hundreds, just in the duffle
More important
Sit in meetings and tell ‘em don’t move a muscle
Now I’m ballin’, all my exes don’t call ‘em or send a message (hello?)
Can’t sex ‘em or arrest ‘em
I promise I’m somewhere flexing
Add it up, then load the western
I’m fiending the latest stretch up
Bop these bitches on the daily
Don’t trust ‘em, these girls be faking
I smoke inner dope and outer dope
My money long, no uzi song
Tatted on his face, he tried to hit me with the baby strokes
Uno up you, losing hoe
Paid in full, Margiela’s on
He ain’t rocking, you ain’t popping
I’ma walk in, vibe alone
I ain’t friendly, but I’m pretty, little bitch pick your face up
You ain’t got no money, cause you funny, get your weight up
Fuck a nine to five, you ain’t no lick you better shake some
Hating on me, a different wave, you could never take none

[Chorus]
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

[Verse 2]
Bitch!
I got thirties, I got k’s, bitch I get slayed
Nigga on my tip, want to fuck me on another day
Off the henny, so she get loose
Diamond studs up on my shoe
AP light, I lit the booth
Back and forth, what you gon’ do?
Bitches fake, bitches opps
Bust her top like she a pop
Kiss my ass, I’m at the top
Ain’t give me shit, I had to watch
Petty rumors is deceiving
Drop the top, let’s pave the ceiling
Maybe but just keep him willing
Drop them tapes, them shits be killing
Hating on me, you broke
Lil’ bitch did some money sport
You gon’ have to pick a source
You gon’ have to get endorsed
Keep it G, I’m a freak
I might let him lick my feet
Put your head up on the seat
Run your mouth, you get deceased
I ain’t waiting for it
If the doll’s in this bitch, he gon’ pay for it
Put your nigga on my roster, I’m gon’ take yours
I ain’t fighting for no title, I just claim it
Really banging, really cocky if you hate me (bitch)

[Chorus]
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?


Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
And I’m like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though


Famous Dex – Geeked Lyrics


[Intro: Famous Dex]
Yeah, yeah
I know
Plug
I, I, I, Jasmine, I know
I know you wanna drink some
Some Hennessy and get geeked up, too
Off the Ecstacy, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Hahaha
Dexter
Polo, what’s up, Rosé?
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (ooh, yuh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked
Ooh (what)

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off two Xans, I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on the beat (huh)
Vans they all on my feet (huh, skrr)
Diamonds on my teeth (huh)
Bankroll all on me (what, huh)
Run up on me, I ain’t sleep (huh)
.30 it’s all on my jeans (ooh, what
Plug)
Pop five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (Polo on the beat, huh)
Pop two Xans I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on the beat
(Nah, they don’t really understand, y’know what I’m sayin’?)
(Polo Dexter comin’ real soon, y’know what I’m sayin’?)
.30 it’s all on me (what)
Run up on me, put your ass to sleep (a what, Dexter)

[Verse: Famous Dex]
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (off five what)
Don’t know why I’m geeked (ooh, I’m geeked, plug)
I got Jasmine with me (I got Jess with me)
Feed her Hennessy (yeah, yeah, uh, Dexter)
Pop five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Pop two Xans, I’m sleep (pop two what)
Diamonds, they all on my teeth (ooh, huh)
Iced out my AP (iced out my AP, a what)
I’m rollin’ (what)
Geekin’ off Percs, can’t control it (huh)
Get out my dick, and you hold it (ooh, huh, what)
I get the money, you know it (know it)
I blow it (I blow it, Dexter)
Off them Percs, I’m geeked (ooh, what)
I got Trent with me (I got Trent with me, huh)
Off the flex, he geeked (off the flex, he geeked, huh)
Off the flex, we geeked (uh, yeah, Dexter)

[Chorus: Famous Dex]
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (ooh, a what)
Off two Xans, I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on the beat (huh)
Vans they all on my feet (huh, skrr)
Diamonds on my teeth (huh)
Bankroll all on me (huh)
Run up on me, I ain’t sleep (huh)
.30 it’s all on my jeans (ooh, what)
Pop five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (huh)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (what)
Off five Percs, I’m geeked (Polo on the beat)
Pop two Xans I’m sleep (a what)
Polo right on this beat (yeah, a what)
.30 it’s all on me (what)
Run up on me, put your ass to sleep (yeah, uh, Dexter)

[Outro: Famous Dex]
Plug
You don’t really understand me, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Polo Dexter comin’ real soon, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Polo


Famous Dex Feat. NBA YoungBoy – “In The Bank” Lyrics


(Intro)
Dexter
Check your access (Check your access)
Dexter
Uh woah
Ear Drummers
Ooh, uh
All this money, I might hide it in the bank
Know what I’m sayin’?
What we doin’?
Diamonds one me, f*ck around and make ’em
Dex Meet Dexter
Uh woah, uh Dexter, wait

(Chorus)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the what?)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (f*ck around and make you faint)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (ooh)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with this (you can’t hang, Dexter)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the bank)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (make you faint, uh yeah)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (same sh*t)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with us (uh what, Dexter)

(Verse 1)
All these Maybachs, I can’t pull up at the lot (at the lot)
Money callin’, man, I gotta get that guap (get that gwap)
Bad b*tch, classic b*tch, but she a thot (yeah, what, uh wait)
Whack a opp, catch a opp (what), I got my mop (yeah, uh Dexter)
I’m the leader of the wave (I am)
Too many chains like a slave (uh woah)
AP 80k, I was just broke just the other day (woah)
I get that money the other way
f*ck your lil b*tch, tell her andalé
Swear they ain’t hear me (what)
AP cost a million (it do)
Bands so high, need a ceiling (Dexter)

(Chorus)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the what?)
Diamonds on m, f*ck around and make you faint (f*ck around and make you faint)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (ooh)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with this (you can’t hang, Dexter)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the bank)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (make you faint, uh yeah)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (same sh*t)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with us (uh what, Dexter)

(Verse 2)
VVSs on my chain
4 the [?] on my ring
I pulled up with the gang
And we hop out with that thang
You know that we play with them Ks
Lil n*gg*, don’t get in my way
f*ck around and get shot in your face
If you try to stop me from gettin’ paid
Tell him run up on me, boy, I dare him
All this money got these b*tches starin’
n*gg*s hate and I ain’t carin’
Try to rob me, I’ma slay him
I tell ’em everything sell
I know that they hate, I prevail
Boosie said I’d never fail
I’m still screamin’ f*ck 12
Yeah, I know you smell the smell
Me and Dex takin’ over the year
Now I’m one that’s on XXL
But we still runnin’ ’round, causin’ hell
NBA all over the gear
Rich Forever, n*gg*, that’s what it is
You ain’t with it, n*gg*, you’ll go tell
Whole lotta money, n*gg*, flexin’ for real

(Chorus)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the what?)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (f*ck around and make you faint)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (ooh)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with this (you can’t hang, Dexter)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the bank)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (make you faint, uh yeah)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (same sh*t)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with us (uh what, Dexter)

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Migos – Supastars


[Intro: Quavo]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah
(Buddha Bless this beat)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pockets lettuce, uh
Bitch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (drip!)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my niggas, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student, failin’
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
My niggas the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice, ice)
Swerve the lane, call the group "the gang" (gang, gang)
Whip that thing, then she give me brain (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the toolies out (try and do it)
Niggas don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they coochies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that dope until we go (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich niggas straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJs than Pablo
Wrist like water go to Cabo
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, nigga, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this shit ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
Niggas grouped out for a shout
Marvin the Martian (Martian), I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Precede with caution (caution), skeleton AP is frosted (skeleton)
I sit back and read the offense (read), my ho is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel), stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, thotty wanna fuck the same sex, yeah
Diamond mill’ mill’, yeah, I’ma keep the bitch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)


Migos – Stir Fry


[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)

[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?
You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)


Chief Keef – Count It Up lyrics


[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds they hit like water ooh, starbeam
Rockstar life be calling (calling)
Don’t want that girl she stalling, she stalling (no way)
Big old foreign whip ooh I can’t park it
I’m from outer space, ooh in a starship
This old foreign bitch ohh that’s my target
Ten bands, what you say ohh
Ten bands, for my Chanel carpet
Rocks all over my watch, its
Y’all nigga slick like margarine
Lost your bitch in [?]

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert and Chief Keef ]
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
AP mill on my Rollie
We have the flame
Hitting real big city
Fellas and boss yeah my brothers is with me
Give me a bond, Im coming to get me
And in the club, we snuck the semi
Run it up, I’m so high
You know I’m ballin, usual like Kobe
Everybody hating, that don’t know me
He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me
Pull up Bentley truck, extra poles, yea we 4 deep
Say my name 3 times like I’m Tony
Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie
I never believe nothing that you told me
These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turn me to my old me
Before I had these mills I was oh so lonely
[?] with like 40
I never been a phony (no way)
You be gettin bands, hardly
I just fucked your bitch, sorry
Man I put that on my shorty
Fight me wanna escape, sorry
No I ain’t here for no games, Atari

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds they hit like water ooh, starbeam
Rockstar life be calling (calling)
Don’t want that girl she stalling, she stalling (no way)
Big old foreign whip ooh I can’t park it
I’m from outer space, ooh in a starship
This old foreign bitch ohh that’s my target
Ten bands, what you say ohh
Ten bands, for my Chanel carpet
Rocks all over my watch, its
Y’all nigga slick like margarine
Lost your bitch in [?]


Looks Like Cardi B and Beyonce Have A Collaboration Coming



Looks like Cardi B snag another high profile collaboration with Beyonce.

There is no doubt that Cardi B has been having a phenomenal year in hip hop thanks to her breakout hit single “Bodak Yellow (Money Moves).” The song has been certified platinum and topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart for three weeks. That resume is now paying off big for the Bronx rapper who might just score the collaboration of a lifetime.

Per her engineer, Ashby, Cardi B and Beyonce have a new collaboration and it seems like its a done deal and verses have already recorded because he posted a snippet on Instagram today. All he posted was a photo from the song file on his monitor that he was playing and you can see the writings “Cardi B n Beyonce Demo Wet.” He captioned the pic “Wow this feature is big.” While he didn’t give any additional details about the collaboration, what he posted was enough to get both Cardi B and Beyonce fans excited.

The two stars met for the first time at this year’s Made in America festival in Philadelphia. They even posed for a photo and Cardi posted in on her Instagram. “I mean, I’m surprised Beyonce liked me, ahh! I met Beyonce!” she said in an interview with the AP. The former Love and Hip Hop New York star is currently working on her debut album, due later this year. It will be dope if he gets Beyonce as a guest feature on the album.

While she hasn’t given a release date for the album, Cardi Be previously said in an interview that it could be here in November although her original plan was to drop it in October. She also previewed a song from the upcoming project in a club last week and it sounds like fire. Cardi previously worked with the likes of Offset and Kodak Black.


Young Thug – Relationship (feat. Future)


Yeah, shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, "It’s all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kill it, ten
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suckin’ my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I bought the jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me


RICH THE KID – New Freezer lyrics


Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna f*ck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)


Rich The Kid – New Freezer (feat. Kendrick Lamar)


[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I fuck that bitch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)


New freezer – Rich the Kid feat. Kendrick Lamar lyrics


Lyrics Rich the Kid – New freezer

Ayyy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Ooh, money way
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a b*tch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that b*tch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak).

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a b*tch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, b*tch (b*tch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I landdd.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video freezer