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The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics


Play this song

[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price


Soulja Boy – B With The Wings Lyrics


[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I’m in the B with the wings
Trap with my nigga, you know that we serve hot wings
Me and my gang on the same team
Trap out the Hellcat, I’m doing my thing
Two hundred fifty thousand, see my Rollie bling
Walk in this bitch, how you ain’t notice me?
Red and green B, like Christmas tree
Walk in this bitch with a stick on me

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Young Drako, nigga I trap out the mansion
Walk in this bitch and my diamond was dancing
Serving that trap out the Phantom
My young nigga rock out like Marilyn Manson
Young Drako nigga, serve percocets and I serve xannies
Fuckin’ your bitch, she hopped out her panties
Sippin’ on lean, it tasting like candy
Lil nigga, sit down, I know you can’t stand me

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I’m in the B with the wings
Trap with my nigga, you know that we serve hot wings
Me and my gang on the same team
Trap out the Hellcat, I’m doing my thing
Two hundred fifty thousand, see my Rollie bling
Walk in this bitch, how you ain’t notice me?
Red and green B, like Christmas tree
Walk in this bitch with a stick on me

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Walk in this bitch with a whole lot of bands
They say I made it, they say I’m the man
My niggas shooting, Afghanistan
Walk in the crib and I pop a xan
Last year, they used to hate on me, two-tone on me (Oh)
Three bands and Gucci on me, y’all niggas chasing some money
I’m on a private jet straight to the moon
Talking bout money, Balenci’ my shoes
Ice on my neck, got me feeling so cool
Just got a million, I know what to do

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I’m in the B with the wings
Trap with my nigga, you know that we serve hot wings
Me and my gang on the same team
Trap out the Hellcat, I’m doing my thing
Two hundred fifty thousand, see my Rollie bling
Walk in this bitch, how you ain’t notice me?
Red and green B, like Christmas tree
Walk in this bitch with a stick on me


Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics


[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player

[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)

[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player


New Radicals – You Get What You Give


Uh

Ooh

What, what, what, what
1, 2
1, 2, 3, ooh

Wake up, kids, we got the dreamers’ disease
Age 14, they got you down on your knees
So polite, we’re busy still saying please

Frienemies, who, when you’re down, ain’t your friend
Every night we smash a Mercedes-Benz
First we run, and then we laugh till we cry

But when the night is falling
You cannot find the light (Light)
You feel your dreams are dying
Hold tight

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

I’m comin’ home, baby
You’re the tops
Give it to me now

Four A.M., we ran the Miracle Mile
We’re flat broke, but, hey, we do it in style
The bad rich, God’s flying in for your trial
Ha-ha-ha

But when the night is falling
You cannot find a friend (Friend)
You feel your tree is breaking
Just bend

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give

Ow

This whole damn world can fall apart
You’ll be okay, follow your heart
You’re in harm’s way, I’m right behind
Now say you’re mine

You’ve got the music in you
(Don’t let go)
You’ve got the music in you
(One dance left)
This world is gonna pull through
(Don’t give up)
You’ve got a reason to live
(Can’t forget)
We only get what we give
(Don’t let go)
I feel the music in you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fly high
What’s real can’t die

You only get what you give
You’re gonna get what you give
(Don’t give up)
Just don’t be afraid to leave

Health insurance ripoff lying
FDA big bankers buying
Fake computer crashes dining
Cloning while they’re multiplying
Fashion shoots with Beck and Hanson
Courtney Love and Marilyn Manson
You’re all fakes, run to your mansions
Come around, we’ll kick your ass in

(Don’t let go)
(One dance left)
(Don’t give up)
(Can’t forget)
(Don’t let go)


Migos – Money Counter letras

October 11, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 1: Dirty Dave]
This a whole lot of money
Nothin’ but ’em 20s, 50s and ’em 100s
Quavo get the yayo
And some rubber bands, don’t forget the scale
Ooooh, trap house jumpin’
Bitch, I thought I told you keep that corner runnin’
Now take that to the stash house
Migo we don’t need no friends, we count the cash out
[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
Well, my diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning, spark up my OG
Then I blow my smoke off of my balcony
Whippin and beatin that pot
I hit it with the uppercut, that’s a fatality

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 4: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Touchdown on the plug
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trappin’ and cappin’ tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas not rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter


Migos – Money Counter

October 10, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
My diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning
[?] my OG, then I blow my smoke off of my balcony

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trapper and capper tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas got rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter


Migos – Money Counter Lyrics

October 9, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
My diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning
[?] my OG, then I blow my smoke off of my balcony

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trapper and capper tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas got rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter




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