Tag: Ben Frank


Rich Homie Quan – Changed




[Intro]
If you ever thought I was going broke
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
Fuck you then

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 1]
We ’bout to party just like Rick James
Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
Albert Einstein, I’m insane
But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
In the trap, got off a whole thang
I flushed it all when them folks came
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college

[Verse 2]
My only friend is a Ben Frank
I wanted money just like Kinte
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch
My only mission is to get paid
Lock that money in a big safe
Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?
Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga

[Chorus]
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
Forty-thousand for the big face
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
Teachers told me I would never make
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college




Q Money – Neva Had Shit




[Verse 1]
Locked in the Six ho
I done put your daddy on
Dolce Gabana my cologne
How I’m smellin’ like I’m grown
Your money short like Frodo
My money tall like Eiffell
Tower, blowin’ on sour for about an hour
Niggas be cowards, dope like flour
Told her ten minutes then that mean an hour
In the club poppin’ bottles, it’s a champagne shower
Niggas can’t check me, these niggas be frauds
Now money keep pilin’ but a nigga got to count it
Once again I love Ben Frank
That nigga keep me smiling
Might just take a trip to an island

[Chorus]
I’m geeked off in this bitch, I’m geeked off in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, boy why you arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit
I’m turnt up in this bitch, I’m turnt up in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, why you so arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit

[Verse 2]
I remember days I was broke, it was tragic
Hustlers actin’ funny like a nigga never had it
Niggas ain’t wanna kick it with me just ’cause I ain’t have shit
That’s okay, I’m back bitch, and I brought that MAC bitch
Fuck what another nigga got, I want my own shit
I ain’t take no loan bitch, I got this on my own bitch
Gone off that ‘Tron bitch, and I’m in my zone bitch
Show me my opponent, they can get it if they want it

[Chorus]
I’m geeked off in this bitch, I’m geeked off in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, boy why you arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit
I’m turnt up in this bitch, I’m turnt up in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, why you so arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit


Mike WiLL Made It – Bars Of Soap (Ransom 2 Album)


[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye Ransom
Aye, aye, aye
I’mma running man
Sandals slipping off my feet, on the sand
Counting up the bills with my dominant hand
Took twos on…. take this appreciate it
This too? why take the rims off?
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse]
I’m going postal – loco
Coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I get to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sipping club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I’m pitching [?] in a dug out
Reaching in my pants and I can’t take a head count
Flash back ’03, things was looking run down
Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau
Killing shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the lambo has pigtails
Since you getting comfy, I’mma let you sit there
I’mma let you stay there
When I shed a tear, they didn’t have no care, so I’mma charge retail
I brought some kush cause you say you want [?]
If you loves it in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell no tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, Double X, L (XXL)

Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I’m a wanted man… seats looking like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helping hand
I got some women who throw it back, and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank, "Just to drop a pin" I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high I was dreaming of a Mach 10
I’m coming clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be serving looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword popping out my walking cane
I’m overseas my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We getting to the money and you niggas having issues
I bought a fucking piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I’m mooching off my mother-loving self
She be hoping that I take a knee like Kaepernick, Yes
I be open to that Sremm Life shit
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I’m home-wrecking
If I sleep with his wife, Im a home-wrecker
I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playing with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it’s a lecture, 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric
Niggas don’t hate, I’m still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
[?] made my boy, thats my motherfuckin brethren
Let’s cut to the chase, it’s only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirring up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you I don’t swing, don’t say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like (doorbell) You rang?!
Spending all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the fendi belt angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see" That’s what they say when they see me mane
I been going crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl [?] asking who’s to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, had a great day
Someone got my blowing tree like Sage
An army you should get erased
Army yeah, you can hate


Kap G – No New Friends Lyrics


[Intro: Quavo & Kap G]
I’mma get money (yeah yeah)
I’mma get money (yeah yeah)
We don’t need new friends (whoo)
Yeah, Kap G
I’mma get money, I’mma get money
Aye
We don’t need new friends

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Ben Frank, that’s my bestie (Benjamin)
Countin’ money, I’m a leftie (leftie)
Feelin’ like I’m Wayne Gretzky (Wayne)
Got ’em dabbin’ at the ESPYs (dab)
Migo gang build legacy (Migo)
Calabasas out in Beverly (woah)
Nigga mad ’cause I’m walkin’ round piped up and you ain’t relevant (pipe it up)
Hundred thou’, I can match that (hundred thou’)
Back in the day, I didn’t have that (aye)
Na, ain’t goin’ back and forth (na)
‘Cause you niggas playin’ Pitty Pat (aye aye)
I bought the coupe, know where the keys at (vroom)
Land in Cali, where the trees at? (cookie)
Real nigga, yeah I bleed that (bleed)
OGs, bitch, seen that (uh)
Don’t run up on me like you know me (hold up)
Really y’all niggas owe me (y’all)
Came in with a new sound (whoo)
And the whole world stole it (they did)
They try to act like they don’t see it (damn)
They tryna act like they don’t hear it (damn)
Motherfuck a fake friend (fuck you)
I’m with my day one to the end (friend)

[Hook: Quavo]
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (nope)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new aye)
We don’t need new friends (uh)
We don’t need new friends (yeah yeah)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends

[Verse 2: Kap G]
I had to stop stressin’ over these bitches
Got me some money, got me a crib
Saucin’ I drip, you in the VIP
I see how you live, these niggas do it
These niggas ain’t goin’ to the hood no more
[?] these niggas ain’t good no more
Got enough friends, I don’t need no more
I’m a CEO, I don’t need your hoe
Yeah, you know that they hate when you up
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, the police, they don’t give a fuck
Yeah, the police, they don’t give a fuck
Police shootin’ we, that shit weak (yeah yeah)
If you ain’t live the struggle, please don’t speak (yeah yeah)
I gotta watch out for backstabbers
I got your bitch on the Jack Daniels
She gon’ leave you with her airfare
Yeah, she gon’ leave you with her airfare
She want me to buy her the Birkie (yeah)
She want my last name on her jersey (yeah)
Tell me girl, which one you workin’? (tell me)
Tell me girl, which one you workin’?

[Hook: Quavo]
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (nope)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new friends)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (we don’t need new aye)
We don’t need new friends (uh)
We don’t need new friends (aye)
We don’t need new friends (no)
We don’t need new friends (ooh)