Tag: Richard Mille


DRAKE – Bring It Back lyrics




[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that sh*t now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherf*cking hood
But you ain’t no motherf*cking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you f*cking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that sh*t you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back




Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake)




[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain’t no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back


Future & Young Thug – Mink Flow Lyrics



(Intro: Future & Young Thug)
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These b*tches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s gone choke, for real
.45, no colt
Ni**a getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent’ got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

(Chorus: Young Thug)
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Ni**a get turned upside down
I was Rich way before the Gang
I was Slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

(Verse 2: Future)
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some b*tch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f**k currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this b*tch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f**ked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

(Chorus: Young Thug)
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Ni**a get turned upside down
I was Rich way before the Gang
I was Slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong


Chris Brown – High End (feat. Future & Young Thug)


[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
What’s the total? (yeah, yeah)
What’s the list read?
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones


Chris Brown – High End Lyrics


[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
Bust down Tony (yeah, yeah)
Bust down [?] (bust down [?])
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones


K. Michelle – Either Way lyrics


K. Michelle Either Way ft. Chris Brown.

Either Way lyrics

Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
Ass shots, real or fake
That ass gon’ jiggle, for ‘em anyway
Ain’t fuckin’ with me on your best day
I don’t like you, but I love how your man lick the plate
I know you seen what I post today
Diamonds up like Jay, crazy on my Kanye
’cause I need, someone to do, somewhere to play
Fuck it, I might Uber me a Jet today
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

googletag.cmd.push(function() { var map = googletag.sizeMapping().addSize([337, 280], [[300, 250], [336, 280]]).addSize([0, 0], [300, 250]).build(); googletag.defineSlot(‘/115733527/Lyrics_Inline’, [[300, 250], [336, 280]], ‘lyrics-inline-300×250’).defineSizeMapping(map).addService(googletag.pubads()); });

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ brazy with my braids
Where my shades? See the face
All the diamonds blunted, that’s why your bitch came
And she stay, she ain’t scared that I got felonies
Love a country nigga, with the pot
Teachin’ hoes my new recipe
She never kiss and tell
Give her coin in a wishing well
You buy your bitch a Michael Kors
I buy my bitch a Richard Mille
My girl got booty like K. Michelle
If I pay her bills, she gon’ pay my bail
Paper trail, nigga oh well
Louboutin, shawty toe nails
I turn your bitch into a coat, yeah
I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: K. Michelle]
I get a lot of love, you get a lot of nothin’
He don’t hit you when he sober
’cause you getting my left overs
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
He pull up in a Maybach
I pull up in a ‘rari
Skrrt, on his ass, nigga I ain’t sorry

[Pre-Chorus: K.Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 4: K.Michelle]
I-i-i got a whole lot of paper (cash)
I got a whole lot of haters (uh)
Bitch I be drippin’ in sauce
’cause I got a whole lot of flavors
Riding your little Benz, with all of your friends
I just keep it solo, be perking on 10’s
They want me to end, but bitch I’ma win
Bitch I done won, and I’ma show ’em
’cause I ride the dick, like a Harley
2Pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci all up and down, that’s what’s on my body
Damn bruh, damn bruh, damn bitch, bitch
Steady talkin’ shit, when you don’t write your own hits?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way


Casanova – OHB (feat. Chris Brown Lo) (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)


[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 1: Young Lo]
Yeah, I’m ridin’ like Pac, play Suge and get shot
I’m like Eazy on the corner, Ice Cube’s in a pot (boom boom boom)
Yeah, today was a good day
Made a mil off of Pills like Dr. Dre
‘Cause murder was the case that they gave me
I hit it doggy style, now Brenda got a baby
Hard as ice tea on me, they wanna get the guy
I pull that mac 10 and spray it with a crooked eye (where you blowin’)

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
OHB, DMV, where you think it all started, nigga?
You started with ’em, I started trippin’, this Virginia
100 clips and I’m pushin’ T’s
On my Timbaland shit like I made the beat
I’m for real, my nigga, boy, don’t play with me
Shout out to Missy but ain’t no misdemeanors, we catchin’ felonies
Where you think you get all your drugs from?
How you know the plug? Where you think you get your guns from?
3 shooters, 3 shots, fish bombs like AI
Neck cold but I stay hot, we do walk ups, that’s a face shot
Richard Mille, yours a fake watch
I love pullin’ triggers, I don’t take shots

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
I’m a gorilla, nigga
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window

[Verse 3: Casanova]
Let me bust a rhyme for you cats
Shoot up the club, I’m like Shyne with the gat
Throw your queen over the bridge
Tell your bitch this were Nas used to live
I’m from the jungle but it’s concrete
I bring havoc when I mob deep
Fuck around and be a dead man
I’m a Blood, you could call me red man
I’m in the telly with a lot of girls
Or in your bitch belly like I’m Tommy Bunds
And if I ever land on D block
I’ma wild out like the 3 LOX

[Hook: Casanova]
With that Draco, I’ma kill a nigga
[I’m a gorilla, nigga]
Where you at? Where you go?
Rain, sleet, hail, snow
OHB gon’ let it blow
We gon’ kill you for the low
So we ridin’ round with Biggie on us
Niggas tried to pull a Diddy on us
But I’m Hov with the Glock though
Or Spiz with the sig, yo
I pull up to where you live, bro
Wavin’ that chopper out the window


Future – I Thank U Lyrics


[Intro]
Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this…

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

[Verse]
You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’ma never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
Richard Mille, I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler


Rent money – Future lyrics


Lyrics Future – Rent money

Super!
They go crazy, yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’.(rent money)

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you.

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, f*ck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, f*ck you
I put a middle finger up, because, f*ck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, f*ck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified, you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up in yo’ set
f*ckin’ with them strippers all in G5ive
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s f*ck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal
I f*cked a rapper b*tch, I was on a drug deal.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.

Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga f*ck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s f*ck you
I let my brother f*ck your b*tch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I f*ck dem Super Bowl b*tches down in Houston
I got this Westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya b*tch ’cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper b*tch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya b*tch, hall of fame.

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
Got the MAC-11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f*ck me better when the rent’s due
I just a f*cked a rapper b*tch, I should have dissed you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I f*cked this R&B b*tch, I should thank you.(rent money)

Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man versuri-lyrics.info
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a goddamn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A grammm!?(rent money)
Future lyrics
Video money


FUTURE – Rent Money lyrics


Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you


Future – Rent Money (Future Album)


[Intro]
Super
They go crazy
Yeah
They comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

[Chorus]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 1]
Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, Illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a key on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

[Verse 2]
I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freakin’ like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch hall of fame

[Hook]
Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
I fucked this R & B bitch, I should thank you, yeah

[Trap House Skit]
*Knocking*
Nigga, with yo loud ass, bruh
Yo, what’s going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin’, bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don’t get yo ass up outta here, nigga?
Get that nigga ass up outta here, man
Nigga talkin’ about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin’; you trippin’, bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I’m good for it
You a got damn fool; I can’t do nothin’ with no god damn $10
Get yo ass on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, nigga
That’s candy money nigga
A gram!?


Future – Rent Money lyrics


Super
They go crazy
Yeah, they comin’ in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin’

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

Treat me like I’m Al Capone, nigga, fuck you
John Gotti, illuminati, nigga, fuck you
I put a middle finger up, because, fuck you
This money got me geekin’ up, nigga, fuck you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I fucked this R&B bitch, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin’ my codeine from the beginnin’
She jocked my whole team, she seen who’s winnin’
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin’
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn’t wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I’m in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin’ to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I’m a big dog, it ain’t no sense in holdin’ back
On my Usain Bolt shit, I ran up me a sack
Fuckin’ with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the east side
I’m on my Nicky Barnes shit, so it’s fuck school
I’m blowin’ money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal
I fucked a rapper bitch, I was on a drug deal

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you

I fucks R&B bitches, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I’m ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, nigga fuck you
They got me goin’ insane, now it’s fuck you
I let my brother fuck your bitch, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I fuck dem Super Bowl bitches down in Houston
I got this westside freak that like boostin’
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I’m a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
I make the blogs with ya bitch cause I’m ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I’m Mack Maine
I just put a rapper bitch on game
I be smokin’ rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya bitch half fame

Got the money comin’ in, it ain’t no issues
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
Got the Mac 11 cocked, it got the kick too
Servin’ niggas like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama fuck me better when the rent’s due
I just a fucked a rapper bitch, I should diss you
She sucked my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you


Google Ads