Tag: Rolls Royce


Lil’ Yachty – Concrete Goonies Lyrics


[Intro]
I just seen a bitch in a car with the fake ceilin'
It's fake stars in that shit (Enrgy made this one)
That is not a Rolls Royce, bitch, that's still a GLE
That's eighty thousand, my truck is four eighty

[Verse]
It's crazy but it's true, the diamonds look blue (It's a big difference)
Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout puttin' my dick inside Kali Uchis (Bitch)
Asked a lot and turns out my bitch ex was a big doofus (Mm)
I might be on the mall or the corner tryna bang coochies
These bitches bodies fake as they bags, that's not Gucci (Stop it)
I f*cked and didn't pay the bitch shit, nigga, go and sue me (Well, damn)
My hair black but I'm still red, this is not a new me (Brrt)
I walk up and bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie
Run the bitch down on my gang, now that ho a smoothie (Mm, yes)
I ain't tell that ho to drink wine, that's your favorite woozy (Us)
If I don't f*ck, then I don't got time, send her to the boonies (Go)
Me and my niggas reckless as hell, concrete goonies (Us)
Yeah (Bitch), niggas know it us (Slatt)
That's why they mean muggin' in public 'cause they ho with us (Mm)
Send a bad bitch to the store to get some more for us (Mm)

Get her off a bean and I ask if she gon' go for us (Damn)
Her nigga pulled up in a small forty, Sefolosha, huh (Hoo)
Where is my jeweler? (Go)
Two million in cash, I ain't broke, I'ma say I'm somethin' cooler (Yeah)
Cooler than her ex-boyfriend flexin' his mula (Ice)
High school, lil' nigga been lit, almost f*cked my tutor
Hm, well I prolly had good (For real)
Seventh grade, I used to put weed inside a Swisher and Woods (Ooh)
And I don't smoke no more, just get money for my Asian bitch (Mm)
She brings me overseas, just and I trade the bitch (Mm)
She tried to text too much, almost fade the bitch (What?)
She tried to text too much, I'ma mm, goo-goo
(Mm, hahaha, go, yeah) Went inside her shit
[?], then the M flew inside my bitch (Mm)
Team player, might buy the state fair, these niggas know it's us (Yeah)
I don't like how everybody player hate and on ho and us (Us)
And we out here, Concrete, doin' it (Us)
They ain't tryna f*ck, kick her out, send her to the boonies (Boom)
Woke up, bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie (Mm)
My hair black, we still bang red, this is not the new me
[Outro]
Bitch
Mm, mm, mm


Gucci Mane – Shit Crazy Lyrics


[Intro: BIG30 & Gucci Mane]
Twysted Genius, baby
Get back, get back
Yeah (Wop)
Ha, yeah
Ha

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I see these niggas hatin’, I ain’t losin’ sleep about it, though
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep
No one gon’ take care of me the way that I take care of me
Get booked in from security, your bodyguard ain’t scarin’ me
Put your friend in therapy, you know I did it, barely live
Askin’ me, “Take care of it,” I squash it if I pay the bills
I don’t plan to take his gang to play, no, I don’t play with them
I don’t freepick niggas, when I beef, I show no favoritism
Lil’ boy still need training wheels, these army guns, not baby pistols
All these folks and babies in my house, I’m like a babysitter
Gucci Mane, it’s Shiesty, twins, we bait ’em and then play the nigga
But shit get frenzy, twin F&N’s, stand on ten, I raised the nigga
Shootin’ first, then did the verse, my bank account go crazy, nigga
Police keep on tasin’ niggas, one shot killed him, matched the nigga
Shiesty, that’s my dawg, no [?], ain’t no way I’m tradin’, nigga
No shade, I’m too rich to fade, he ran up, so I blazed the nigga

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages

[Verse 2: BIG30]
Sent your mama to snitch on me, man, these niggas some bitches
Makin’ posts, sendin’ threats and shit, where I’m from, man, it’s snitchin’
Might jump out on your block with the semi and get to tickin’
Race to you with this choppa, stand over you ’til you finished
My niggas icky, so many choppas in one car, man, look, this shit ridiculous
We drove fourteen hours from Memphis with dope and some Glizzies
We keep steppin’ and keep on spinnin’, we constantly be sendin’
Choppa Gang run the city

[Chorus: BIG30]
Man, this shit crazy
I’m in Miami with Gucci, Rolls Royce look like flavors
This murder shit ain’t nothin’ to me, whackin’ shit on the daily
Lil’ bitch say she ain’t heard of me, told the lil’ bitch she gazin’
Still trappin’ up out my flip, wish I could go trap out my pages


Youngboy Never Broke Again – Territorial Lyrics


[Intro]
She say you my territorial
(Mano)
(OG Parker)

[Chorus]
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don’t wanna hurt me, that’s for all I know
You ask how I feel like I’m stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

[Verse 1]
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the f*ck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It’s hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain’t get what I deserved
30 round drac’ in a widebody
Leavе somebody’s son dead in the middlе of the road
T-O-X-I-C, money all I think
Real all real dreams
Chrome Hearted shades, gotta keep that manslaughter tucked up in my jeans
12 on the way, Redeye get away, they gon’ high speed chase
I ain’t gotta penetrate, that girl got some pace
She bust, I bust it back and put it all on her face
She tell me to don’t go, she know I’m gon’ leave
Before you know it I put all of my clothes on and I’m gone
But, you know I’m coming back, I call your mama house my home
I’m feeling like my mind poisoned and everything I’m thinking wrong

[Chorus]
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don’t wanna hurt me, that’s for all I know
You ask how I feel like I’m stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

[Verse 2]
They coming for mines

Tell ’em they ain’t frightening or scaring me, no
They just wanna hurt me, but they know one thing, that I’m riding with my pole
You got me there forever I’m with you, they ain’t give a f*ck ’bout a nigga
I’m taking trips all alone and now that I want to be with ’em
She text my phone like, “I miss you” knowing that she f*ck with a nigga
Soul fighting for me for the thug in me strictly been your intentions
I get mad in a minute, my heart deep up in it
We been doing this one year, they say it’s time to experience
Take a flight to explore, make sure I’m up the attendant
Before you wasted time and told a lie, you should’ve told me good riddance
Know it’s only me behind that tint when I slide
‘Cause she say she notice certain shit about my Rolls Royce
Guessing she don’t only notice it’s a dent in the side
Real double-R shit, I park it, switch it to my Rover

[Chorus]
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don’t wanna hurt me, that’s for all I know
You ask how I feel like I’m stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

[Outro]
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the f*ck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It’s hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain’t get what I deserved
30 round drac’ in a widebody
Leave somebody’s son dead in the middle of the road


Lil Yachty – Concrete Goonies Lyrics


[Intro]
I just seen a bitch in a car with the fake ceilin’
It’s fake stars in that shit (Enrgy made this one)
That is not a Rolls Royce, bitch, that’s still a GLE
That’s eighty thousand, my truck is four eighty

[Verse]
It’s crazy but it’s true, the diamonds look blue (It’s a big difference)
Lately, I been thinkin’ ’bout puttin’ my dick inside Kali Uchis (Bitch)
Asked a lot and turns out my bitch ex was a big doofus (Mm)
I might be on the mall or the corner tryna bang coochies
These bitches bodies fake as they bags, that’s not Gucci (Stop it)
I fucked and didn’t pay the bitch shit, nigga, go and sue me (Well, damn)
My hair black but I’m still red, this is not a new me (Brrt)
I walk up and bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie
Run the bitch down on my gang, now that ho a smoothie (Mm, yes)
I ain’t tell that ho to drink wine, that’s your favorite woozy (Us)
If I don’t fuck, then I don’t got time, send her to the boonies (Go)
Me and my niggas reckless as hell, concrete goonies (Us)
Yeah (Bitch), niggas know it us (Slatt)
That’s why they mean muggin’ in public ’cause they ho with us (Mm)
Send a bad bitch to the store to get some more for us (Mm)
Get her off a bean and I ask if she gon’ go for us (Damn)
Her nigga pulled up in a small forty, Sefolosha, huh (Hoo)
Where is my jeweler? (Go)
Two million in cash, I ain’t broke, I’ma say I’m somethin’ cooler (Yeah)
Cooler than her ex-boyfriend flexin’ his mula (Ice)
High school, lil’ nigga been lit, almost fucked my tutor
Hm, well I prolly had good (For real)
Seventh grade, I used to put weed inside a Swisher and Woods (Ooh)
And I don’t smoke no more, just get money for my Asian bitch (Mm)
She brings me overseas, just and I trade the bitch (Mm)
She tried to text too much, almost fade the bitch (What?)
She tried to text too much, I’ma mm, goo-goo
(Mm, hahaha, go, yeah) Went inside her shit
[?], then the M flew inside my bitch (Mm)
Team player, might buy the state fair, these niggas know it’s us (Yeah)
I don’t like how everybody player hate and on ho and us (Us)
And we out here, Concrete, doin’ it (Us)
They ain’t tryna fuck, kick her out, send her to the boonies (Boom)
Woke up, bought me a Bentayga, this is not a movie (Mm)
My hair black, we still bang red, this is not the new me

[Outro]
Bitch
Mm, mm, mm


Lil Yachty – CORTEX Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah
Polishin’ a goddamn sword, you know what I’m sayin’?
Polishin’ a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up, always, never down
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Always

[Verse 1]
Niggas is not really killers
I seen ’em shoot up, they treat beef like heroin (Uh, uh)
Everyone wanna be kings
But niggas too soft, see, me, I got pharaoh skin
We took the drive, needed Wock’ for the low
Had to do us a call in Carrollton (Damn)
My niggas quick to reassemble your wig
I nicknamed him Tae ’cause he arrogant (Brrt)
Nut in your bitch, make her carry my kids
Treat that lil’ bitch like a surrogate (Uh)
Bought a new crib ’cause I needed more space
I call my new shit a terabyte (Uh)
Only if niggas could see what I saw
Take a walk in my shoes, they’ll feel me (God)
Dawg, if the government knew what I knew publicly
Honestly, they’d kill me (Uh)

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million, hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Brr)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Us)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders, hm

[Verse 2]
Ain’t nobody gon’ check me, hm
Two hunnid thousand, I spend on a neck piece
Fuck my opps, I’m deadly (Opps)
When I die, hope they put on my tombstone
“All I wanted was respect” (Yeah)
Concrete Boy Boat, I ain’t no hoe, and that’s on my set (Us)
Went from Buddy Pass to the first class
Then we hit them jets (Uh)
Took that F&N with them big bullets, put down T-Rex (Brrt)
This ain’t book club, this ain’t study session
Can I have some sex? (Uh)
I ain’t never pressed, ever, no, baby, there is too many hoes (Yeah)
I ain’t never content with my life, I got too many goals (Yuh)
I ain’t ever naked in no club, we got too many poles uh, hm
They don’t wanna cop no za, we got too many lows (Mh)
Out in LA with my little brother, we coppin’ too many bowls

[Chorus]
Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)
We gettin’, p-paper, I’m in a, Maybach
Fuckin’ your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin’ a million (Slatt), hm, niggas can’t fuck with the boys (Us)
Pullin’ up, new Rolls Royce
Bitch on moist, feelin’ my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
Niggas too noisy, they can’t hang around (Damn)
Keep shit simple like Jjjound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Free)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin’ like hoarders (Us, pussy)

[Outro]
Us, bitch
Went crazy
Damn


Wheezy – Guillotine Lyrics (feat. Future & Yo Gotti)


[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Future]
I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin’ agency
Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tеa
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white and green
Coast to coast, flippin’ еxotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines

[Verse 1: Future]
Purchase ammo for my guillotine
Do what I did and I got me some things I ain’t never seen
Pourin’ it up like it’s caffeine
Came out the gutter, word up to my mother
I came out the gutter to a magazine
Scraped in the field ‘fore they catchin’ these stains
In the field and you know I’m not an athlete
Benjamin Franklins done got in my pockets, done got in my veins, they done got in my pores
Surf in Australia, surf in America, surf in [the Stella long?], surf in Dior
Rich nigga, f*cked that bitch just like I’m poor
Stars on the ceilin’, Rolls Royce on the floor
Stars on the ceilin’, Rolls Royce on the floor

[Chorus: Future & Yo Gotti]
I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin’ agency

Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tea
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white and green
Coast to coast, flippin’ exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link (Yeah)
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m true to the game, I never been lame
I got her a Rolls truck, iced out her chain
Put dirt on my name, I knock out your brain
I’m burnin’ her head in the new Mulsanne
These ain’t baguette, they emerald cuts
Got a new bitch, she a bougie lil’ slut
Ain’t no meetin’ with me unless it’s millions and up
Ain’t no kickin’ with me ‘less the bitch wanna f*ck
Had choppers in the bando, you already know that
Ask about me, you know I’m somewhere where your hoe at
Turn me up, throwback
And you know it’s f*ck 12, gotta know that (Your heard me)
I made that bitch disappear like Houdini
She gave me head in that new Lamborghini
You bought her Birkin, I bought the bikini
This Patek a one-of-one, you never seen it

[Chorus: Future]
I made a bitch disappear like Houdini
She ride on me just like a new Lamborghini
Took a few links out the Rolex, I feel like a god, [?] Jeezy
Everywhere I go bitches call me a king
Count so much money gotta bring the machine
Sticks like Hibachi the one with the beam
F&N out, duckin’ agency
Sleepin’ on me, crank the car with no key
Usually I’m pourin’ up exotic tea
Drinkin’ on O with a bad lil’ freak
Trappin’ [?] got the white and green
Coast to coast, flippin’ exotic teams
I hit your hoe in the trap with the lean
Have a hell of time whenever we link
Haulin’ our way to the Philippines


Kodak Black – I Wanna Live Lyrics


Play this song

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

[Verse 1]
I’m tryna run my money up, I’m tryna die slow
My uncle knew I was a star, he call my maestro
I’m blowin’ jet fuels pack, I’m blowin’ nitro
I’m tryna pull the roof back and live life though
I wanna peal off in the Coupe, like grapefruit
I ain’t fuckin’ with that ho’, that bitch disgraceful
She just want me to come and hit it, like I’m Babe Ruth
She just wanna come and eat me, like Baby Ruth

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things

[Verse 2]
I sacrifice, I risk my life, I love this shit, I do it twice
That boy just came back home from jail, he clutchin’ already
So many days, so many nights, I got a chop, I earned my stripes
I pour my soul out on the mic, I hope God hear me
I’m goin’ in, ain’t got no friends, I keep it all business
Can’t none of these bitches hold it down, but they all pretty
I’m tryna get up out the streets, I want a hundred milly
I want my diamonds on fleek, I’m tryna be litty

[Chorus]
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a new crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things
I want the Rolls Royce truck, I’m in a Mustang
Already showed my ass, now I let my nuts hang
I want a whip, I want a crib, I want that money, man
I want to live, I want to chill, I want a bunch of things


YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Expect You Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
(DY Krazy)
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
Nights, I’m energized
Boppin’ with my head down, I’m [?] in my mind
And she know I won’t be with her but she wanna waste my time
I can’t hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I’m so slime
And she know I’m a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain’t right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal, know these bitches use me
I know that they gon’ love me at all they don’t approve me

[Chorus]
I expect you to be hеre for me
I expеct you to be there when I’m lonely
I can’t risk, how you ridin’ for me
Not impressed ’til you all up on me
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm

[Verse]
If I wanna came up, you won’t even hide her
She was a goblin and ain’t no one advise me
Your ass I keep it gutta, you can’t say you ever got me
I can drive and shoot this cutta you better buss, they pull on sight (Bah, bah)
I need, you to get that bag approved, get that Rolls Royce
Inside me, a cold heart, I don’t care ’bout what these hoes thought
Too many times, I move, been a victim of who can’t play they part
Played my cards and I push to start
Why you ain’t here? This one is hard
Always ridin’ alone, gon’ be the same when I leave
And this time I’m on, make me insane and I can’t be with them
Time out, calm down, I won’t do this with you
Lash out then I’m wrong, I ain’t paintin’ that picture
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I’m lonely, yeah, ah, hmm

[Pre-Chorus]
Nights, I’m energized
Boppin’ with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won’t be with her but she wanna waste my time
I can’t hold her when I sleep with her, the fact that I’m so slime
And she know I’m a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain’t right, girl, you might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal, know these bitches use me
I know that they gon’ love me at all they don’t approve me

[Chorus]
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I’m lonely
I can’t risk, how you ridin’ for me
Not impressed ’til you all up on me


Gunna – Rockstar Bikers & Chains Lyrics


[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)
Woo, woo
Woo (Yeah)
Woo
Woo, woo
Yeah

[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Copped the wrap on that bitch, got it matted (Yeah)
They doubted, didn’t think it would happen (Yeah)
Thank God that He blessed me with talent (Thank God, yeah)
My new bitch I got, she done been in the pageant (Yeah)
She sexy and so charismatic (Yeah, uh)
I hope it’s a bulletproof vest in that jacket (Yeah)
I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden (Yeah)
(I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden)
In need of that cash like a addict (Addict, woo)
Told her, “Pull up,” and sent her the addy (Pull up, woo)
Young GunWunna gon’ keep him a baddie (Young Wunna, woo)
I’m a rockstar and a god of the fashion (Uh, woo)
Can’t see you, these lights steady flashin’ (Woo)
Raised the bar for my niggas, now we livin’ legends (Wunna)
Just look at how we livin’ lavish (Just look at how we livin’ lavish)

[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I want the fortune, not fame (Yeah)
Run it up, go buy the Lamb’ truck (Uh)
The Porsche, the Rolls Royce and the ‘Vette and the Range (‘Vette and the Range)
Niggas don’t play ’cause they know we gon’ bust (Nah)
We pull up, bullets rainin’ like rain (Rain)
They drip ’cause of us, they ain’t keepin’ up (Nah)
I switch it up, leather jackets and chains (Woo)
(I switch it up, leather jackets and chains)
Uh, rockstar life, bikers and chains (Woo)
Uh, you don’t want smoke with the gang (Woo)
F&N, spittin’ out flames (Woo)
Uh, I bring the heat like La Flame (Woo)
Came from the south but I ain’t Tity 2 Chainz
Shady baby, born and raised (Yeah)
I been puttin’ on like way back in the day
The price tag only thing that changed (Yeah)

[Outro]
Woo, woo
Woo, yeah, yeah
Woo
Woo, woo


Jeezy – ’06 Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Jeezy]
Let that shit rock for a minute, nigga
It’s 104, nigga
It’s gangster shit, nigga

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Picture me rolling, nigga, like Pac in the ’90s, ho (90’s, ho)
Knocked off that 50 pack, told ’em send me ’bout 90 more (Yeah)
Already famous, I was a star at the corner store (Yeah)
Just holler at shawty, one twenty-five for a quarter O (Haha)
Jeezy for president, make America snow again (Yeah)
Make America snow again (Snow)
Hurt us in ’05, yeah there go that blow again (Damn)
Cuzzo just touched down, I cast him out on a truck (Truck)
My cousin set up my cousin, that’s what you call bad luck (Yeah, you already know what this is)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go, Mayback Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Soldiers of fortunes, y’all niggas giggle with groupies (Huh)
I sold my soul for two Porsches so niggas kill me or sue me (Boss)
Smorgasbord full of bitches, nose candy delicious
Pocket silk, turtle necks (Woo), Rolls Royce repetitious
I’m chasing money relentless, massive wealth what you call it
Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
Make her get so erotic, I think she feeling sincere (Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)


Young Thug – Circle of Bosses Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug & Future]
Wheezy outta here
Wee, woo
Woo-ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She got Eliantte on her neck
Light blue, all the hunduns, let it spread
I told her it’s nap time, with the red
Rolls Royce, Forgiato, what I said
Sippin’ lean, but got no sinus
I could turn to a mad scientist
Board a jet in like any climate
Bitches tryna come over and dine in
Throw 11 like Matt Ryan
Most my bitches and me are tight and
Hurt her heart with no Neosporin, then
I’ma watch it like WiFi

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Clear water on her neck, nigga, don’t see the shark (Ice, splash)
Back to back, double R trucks, no key to park it (Double R)
Name the location, we mark it (Hey)
We gotta move the smartest (Move)
I got a K in my office (Brra)
You ever seen a carcass? (Body)
Growed up to be an arsoner (Fire)
Breathin’ out fire, like oxygen
McLaren, it came equipped (Skrrt)
Pressin’ the gas, and exhaust the whip
We get the strain and dip (Strain)
Can’t pull up on me, come get your chips (Cash)
Heard car got flipped (Flipped)
They might pull up on you with sticks in the Lyft

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Hey, I’m countin’ these racks up in the bed
I still took the pill, didn’t know what it said
They catering’ Activis at the weddin’
I travel with the Draco or the ‘chete
You think that she straight
I’m turnin’ her gay, got her kissin’ a lady
She quiet as kept, I slap on her face and bite on her lips
My closet silk, the Maybach outside, and the floor is equipped
I don’t recept’, no receptionists, I don’t accept
Tall, red shit, yeah, she inspire me
Woo, flavor, no freak, make a bitch shine my teeth
Teeth, we don’t want peace, yeah, we’re clearly young beasts
Oh, oh, oh, I gotta speed, baby, this a Lamborghini (Woah)
Woah, I don’t need a seat, I’d rather run through the streets
Woo, hunnid K a week, livin’ at the Grand Marquis
Woo, how much I can eat? I gotta see
Whoo, I gotta see, I was at the Grand Marquis

[Chorus: Quavo]
Divide the shooters (Divide)
Then split up the house
Intruder, the West Wing (Intruder)
They knockin’ ya off (Blaow)
The AP a Mille, the baguette
It spilled, just look at the frost (Look at the ‘guetty)
Pull all of my whips out
I make the North look a little awesome (Skrrt, skrrt)
The circle of bosses (Go)
Pussy, you better not cross us (Circle of bosses)
We asked your bitch (Yeah)
Her pussy be wetter than faucets (Ask, ask)
I close my fist (Close)
My ice, it make an announcement (Ice, ice)
I raise a brick (Brick)
Make her go hike on a mountain (Uh)


Snoop Dogg – Focused Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Focus on me

[Verse 1]
So much smoke in the air, you can’t see shit
Servin’ Crip dick ’til the bitch sea sick
Bought everything, I don’t lease shit, G shit
Workin’ out so the fleece fit, cool
I’m on that who-you-wanna-be shit
West to East shit for all my dawgs and my Heathcliffs
Streets on tax so the heat’s on my lap
When it’s war, fuck the law, fuck it, bury me strapped
Money long as 21 Cadillacs
Matter fact, get it scratched like BattleCat
Hood politics, every real nigga battles that
Still standin’ ’cause the way a nigga handled that
10 toes down, never actin’ like a mark
Only nigga with a star that got put on at the Park, nigga
That’s on the set, that’s on my mama
I could still pull up at the Park, nigga

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Verse 2]
Gangbangers rejoice when they hear my voice
Pullin’ up in Rolls Royce, the hood in full-force still
Realizing I’m the source still
The wrong move could get my boys killed
So I focus on me
Makin’ sure this whole shit stay rollin’
And my baby boo neck stay frozen
Rich rollin’, on the clock, non-stop
And my bank account sure shows it
Big mouth Crip and the bitch niggas can’t close it
I was chosen
So don’t worry ’bout mine, nigga, we good
And fuck what y’all think, “Free Suge”
Diamond in the back with the leather with the wood in it
Banged around the world, made sure I kept the hood in it
Yeah, one time for the king
And I still smoke a nigga like a big bag of weed
On moms

[Chorus]
Focus on me
On God, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
10 toes, I did that, I did that
Focus on me
Every word I rapped, nigga, I lived that
Focus on me
Give it up, I did that, I did that

[Outro]
Focus on me
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?


Rick Ross – Rich Nigga Lifestyle Lyrics


Play this song

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin’ war‚ but have you lived first?
I’m just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel worse
May be a lost cause‚ but let’s still search
Until the day I die, holdin’ my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?
Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin’ down the block holdin’ my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
They gon’ keep us in the ghetto ’til we move out
And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
I don’t give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein’ self-made give me so much leverage, Boss

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look (Maybach Music)
How many niggas on your payroll?
Rich gangbangers, y’all ain’t even know they make those
Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so
When it’s war time, never lay low, y’all play roles
I can’t name a fake nigga that was not exposed
How y’all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain’t a real street nigga ‘less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O’s
In the back of the ‘Bach, rock a lot of gold
Rap music on the charts like it’s rock and roll
Add somethin’ to the art, make a lot of dope
Gotta play my part from the start ’cause that’s all I know
Double M’s, double R’s, nigga, all I roll
Court side, goin’ viral when them punches thrown
On Crenshaw takin’ pictures like we Rich and Po
‘Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz’ (Maybach Music)
Yeah

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Heard they wanna put ya boy to rest just like I’m Malcolm X
Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin’ the sunset
I just keep on movin’ so you won’t catch a contact
All my dirty niggas showin’ me where the love at
Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated
Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
Rich nigga, dirty game, I’m talkin’ Nick Saban
Rich reignin’ every day, whiter than Dick Cheney
Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new
She can go and get the two-door in a week or two
Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to
Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek’d do
Real niggas that was born to kill
Dirty niggas touchin’ 40 mil’
40 cars on the sporty wheels
Gold bars in my shorty wheels

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the commas
They say the more money, more problems
But you don’t really want these problems
So watch what you say to me
Shorty, come easily
You ain’t who you claim to be
I’m just tryna keep it real
Ain’t no fucks around here
‘Cause we’re self-made
This forever is the lifestyle

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Outro]
M-M-M-Maybach Music


Lizzo – Exactly How I Feel Lyrics


Play this song

[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel
That’s exactly how I feel
That’s exactly how I feel

[Verse 1: Lizzo]
I woke up this morning (God)
Wrong side of the bed
I don’t have to ‘splain it, oh (How I feel)
I might be a bitch (Bitch)
I might make a friend (Friend)
Ain’t I so amazing? (Uh-huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Love me or hate me
Ooh, I ain’t changing
And I don’t give a fuck, no

[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel (Uh)
That’s exactly how I feel (Say it again)
That’s exactly how I feel (Woo)

[Verse 2: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
Don’t hide no emotions (Emotions)
Wear ’em on my sleeve (On my sleeve)
All my feelings Gucci (It’s Gucci, haha)
Can’t hold back my tears
That would be a crime
‘Cause I look pretty cryin’
Oh, they ain’t tell you?

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Love me or hate me
Ooh, I ain’t changing
And I don’t give a fuck, no

[Chorus: Lizzo & Gucci Mane]
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, yeah)
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel, it’s Gucci)
That’s exactly how I feel

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I feel like hurtin’ they feelings (Yeah)
I don’t get mad, I get millions (Yeah)
My heart ain’t got no feelings
My cars ain’t got no ceiling
I ain’t with that acting all friendly
Please step away from the Bentley
You’re either not with me or with me
The fye close by like it’s Whitney
Stay in your lane, don’t tempt me
Mr. Bust-A-Whole-Clip-‘Til-It’s-Empty
I got a feelin’ that tonight’s gonna be a good night
Like Ferg and them said, god willing
Fire chains on like burr (Burr)
Feelin’ like rockin’ my fur (Fur)
Rolls Royce with the chauffeur (Huh?)
How your toes feel on a mink fur?
It’s Gucci

[Pre-Chorus: Lizzo]
Cry ’cause I want to
Smile if I want to, huh
Yes, I can
Love ’cause I want to
Get so mad I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (I could scream)
I could scream (Sing it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lizzo]
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That’s exactly how I feel (How I feel)
That’s exactly how I feel


Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing


2 Chainz – High Top Versace Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah
Amari Jacob, you know what I’m sayin’
ATL Jacob
Proud of you
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I ain’t takin’ no days off
All them cloudy ass diamonds got your necklace look like fog
On the phone with Donatella, I need my high tops in yellow
Name another fella got Versace deal that’s from the ghetto
Yeah, my foot been on the pedal, I been on this level, yeah
When I marry Keisha, only time I’m gonna settle, yeah
Hope you are prepared, yeah, this the dragon’s lair, yeah
I been spittin’ fire, know you motherfuckers scared
Hand all up her skirt, drop her off then skrrt
I just left the stu’, Versace on my shoe
Logos on my headband, dreads long like, “Yeah, mon”
Drop the top, a sun tan, I do my own stunts, man

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (I got hot)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (Let’s go, let’s go)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Bankroll)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Take the tint off the coupe, keep it fishbowl
In the summertime, my rings keep my fist cold
I got East Coast bitches, I got West Coast
Treat my East Coast bitches like my West Coast
I been drinkin’ Actavis like it’s red, yo
It’s daytime outside, we light the candles
I been ballin’ on your daddy like I’m Caillou
And I keep the Uzi Vert, Ryu
And I make her squirt, ah, I, ooh
Lamborghini Urus flyin’ by you
And I know my pockets look like Bibles
Pink molly, Shoryuken, Ryu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks
I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk
I got hot yellow shit suckin’ my socks off (Slurp)
It’s so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Startin’ to double up)
Fuck it, look at how much money startin’ to double up (Start to double up)
I got rose gold stars on a Rolls Royce truck (Swerve)
All this motherfuckin’ money startin’ to double up (Double up, double up)


Gunna – Cash War Lyrics


[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Drip)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

[Verse 1]
Can’t save ’em
Kicked her out after I slayed her (Slayed)
Been got sauce, I got flavor (Flavor)
Saks Fifth, ho, you dreamt it, I paid for (Paid for)
New crib, got a lot of acres
The way you suck, you can get an A plus (A plus)
If she break, you can get your brain bust
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Chain bust)
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Ah)
Got any young thang, get you real rocks (Real rocks)
Three color diamonds on your wrist
I have three or four, you can get a plain watch (Plain watch)
Hundred twenty thousand dollars on the plane, watch
Rose gold when she with me, what you ain’t got
Pop a pussy nigga, leave him shell shocked (Shell shocked)
I’m a bigger dripper with Chanel socks

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

[Verse 2]
White Range Rover with the beige guts (Beige)
Got a table, had to pay and she paid, boss (Paid)
She wax her pussy, she don’t use a razor (Nah)
Diggin’ in it like I’m tryna dig a grave, huh (Grave, huh)
Why you wanna ask me for a favor?
Swear to God that won’t work in your favor (Fave)
Stack a lot of cash, I got layers (Yeah)
I been ballin’ and I’m livin’ like a Laker (Laker)
Ridin’ on my nigga, get a pay cut
When the milli come inside, we’re the makers (Makers)
Red and black Billy like a Raider
Run it to your front door like a cater (Cater)
Jump man, I’m an alligator
When I bite, I get shit tailor (Tailor)
Told her let’s play whoever tried to play us (Play us)
Should I diss ’em? Nah, nigga feelin’ way up

[Chorus]
Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Uru is a fast car (Fast)
I’m around the world, securin’ me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet on the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Ah)
Those stylist people callin’ me “Drip Lord” (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Keep it hardcore
Pop an addy while I’m ridin’ to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
When I ride with these niggas I’d kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain’t switchin’, we the same us
We’re on the real, nothin’ ain’t changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts


Young Thug – On the Rvn Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London


Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right?
Right? Right?
Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me


DJ ESCO – Warzone Lyrics


[Chorus]
I got the Rollie from models in shoebox, I brought ’em back out
I just got through from smashin’ on tour, my booty blank out
I’m on a pill, ridin’ my top off, I got that Mac out
I got a four, that half of white, I’m in a crack house
You ain’t never had a gun, no caper, you don’t know them licks ’bout
Finesse the same nigga three times, then had to take the plug out
I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off
This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone

[Verse 1]
He tryna take care his own family, they puttin’ a lot on ’em
I’m in Fendi, but my bitch, she from the island
It’s extended because these figures, they been eyein’, yeah, yeah
Before I made it, we will get it in the night, yeah, yeah
They gonna pull up on my best days, got a pocket full of racks
I got Mariam, I got Kida, that’s my fourth and fifth bitch
They been ridin’ with me from the beginnin’ when I started this shit
I been lyin’ to ’em from the beginnin’, and it’s hard for me to quit

[Chorus]
I got the Rollie from models in shoebox, I brought ’em back out
I just got through from smashin’ on tour, my bloody back out
I’m on a pill, ridin’ my top off, I got that Mac out
I got a four, that half of white, I’m in a crack house
You ain’t never had a gun, no caper, you don’t know them licks ’bout
Finesse the same nigga three times, then had to take the plug out
I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off
This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone

[Verse 2]
My young nigga don’t smoke on swishers, but he got a Swiss acount
They tried to sue the kid on battery, had to switch accounts
We gon’ turn this shit to a murder scene, fuck what they think about it
I clean my jewelry off with the Listerine, I done made it up
I put my [?] and some ? at my granny house
We go and start a fire up anywhere like Boyscouts
Someone told me go hard or go home when I caught the Lamborghini truck
That was out , I copped the Maybach
That was out, copped the Rolls Royce
Got a 458 Spider, matte black, inside of the red one
We had to bad migo run and then the feds come
Went through the black Migos money, went platinum, was 21
We turn a money fight in the club, nigga, to a thunderstorm
I done got [?] in the air now, throwin’ under arm
I just did bust out, started cryin’ from all this jewlery on
I still can’t believe that’s me when I turn the TV on
How I’m gon’ give up on me, I came out the murder zone, yeah

[Chorus]
I got the Rollie from models in shoebox, I brought ’em back out
I just got through from smashin’ on tour, my booty blank out
I’m on a pill, ridin’ my top off, I got that Mac out
I got a four, that half of white, I’m in a crack house
You ain’t never had a gun, no caper, you don’t know them licks ’bout
Finesse the same nigga three times, then had to take the plug out
I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off
This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone

[Outro]
We had to bad migo run and then the feds come
Went through the black Migos money, went platinum, was 21


Moneybagg Yo – Rolls Royce Lyrics


[Intro]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Back on road, you know what I’m sayin’, like
Reporting live from the 2 Heartless tour, what’s up
Ayy this how I’m livin’ and feeling, I’m talkin’ ’bout accurate shit
Bleu Cheese Bagg, you dig, you know what I’m sayin’
True story, yeah

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 1]
Bitch all in her feelings (what you do?)
When I smash call her a ho and pull out her extensions (ugh)
Diss the gang, we on defense, you know that we blitzing (savage)
He gon’ disappear like magic, know his loved ones gon’ miss him
Closed casket, can’t kiss him (mwuah)
Bitch I’m lit up (bitch I’m litty)
Alphabets VVS’s shine like glitter (shine like glitter)
See I’m flexing on you niggas, do some sit-ups (sit up, work out)
Stay woke, get up (get up, get up)
Two years in and I’m still the hottest nigga (Bagg)
Them niggas on the other side trippin’, I was in your hood homie
Draco ridin’ shotgun, interior match the wood on it
Bitch I’m riding Wraith (Wraith)
Pick up, drop your bitch off, she wasn’t safe (aw)
And if you talkin’ bout smoke, we gon’ blow that in your face

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Verse 2]
I’m through, I just did a deuce
Your boo, with me too, she loose
I flew, like I’m sick, G5
You, won’t shake shit, V-Live
I get them racks to come outside
Champagne Papi, look alive
I’m the truth so hold your lies
Like my IG I go live
Hundred hundred I shoot
You would think that Bloc was coming through
Twenty-five plus on my tooth (teeth)
I’m filled to the rim, that’s too much juice
Nigga you a Shih Tzu, I’m a big (bully), dog (grrr)
I bang the Five, that’s the Fen Ball, ayy

[Chorus]
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy
Riding in the motherfuckin’ Rolls Royce
Damn look at zaddy in my ho voice
Over drippin’ sauce, he got my clothes moist
Bread in my pocket, I ain’t poor boy

[Outro]
I’m in the R-R (what is you riding?)
That’s a Rolls Royce, not Rover
Look at the star-stars (I’m outer space)
Got my foot on they neck like a choker
Moneybagg Myers with me (what he look like?)
Mask on, October
I’m in a trio (ayy why you say that?)
I’m on three drugs, I ain’t sober
This shit over


YFN Lucci – At My Best Lyrics


[Intro]
June your a genius
Know we started from the bottom nigga
Think It’s A Game
You know you don’t hustle you don’t eat nigga
You know if you broke you don’t sleep nigga
You know, long live all my niggas
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Look, aye keep that Glock by my tommy
Boy you know you pussy like right beneath her lil’ tummy
I am the bomb and I advise you pussies stay far from me
[?] high come drummin’
Flow sick I might vomit
Drop a brick on they head they better not hit no stomach
All this lead in this pencil I’ma erase sum
I’m from the gutter where snitches wear wires
Ridin’ with mack and I ain’t talkin’ bout that boy off of The Wire
Mack 11 on my side but that boy not a minor
Make me come find ya
Know I’m havin’ like your boss make me come sign ya
You know that yapper bring the bitch up out him
They know a punk bitch ain’t ever got shit up out him yeah
Aye I can only hear the money you copy
Play wit my dawg and we gon bring it to ya door like we tryna make sure you got it
I use to make the honor roll but I ain’t make it through college
Aye nowadays I might push the Rolls Royce down Collins

[Chorus]
At your best, you are love yeah
Look, see we were broke I had to make sure we got it
I swear it took a long time but I still went and got it yeah
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya

[Verse 2]
I love cheese like a rat, nigga you a rat
My bitch weave cost a rack
And bitch we don’t internet beef we just wack shit
Louie backpack stay filled with them jacks in it
Diamonds dancin’ like Michael my bitch a Janet
I’ma put my brother on and have my man’s lit
Aye you know Boxdale with that pull up sprayin’ shit
Aye ain’t a dollar in this world to make my man switch
You wear a skirt nigga, that ain’t no man shit
They checkin’ everybody but the one they hang wit
Got my niggas down bad, lil’ niggas tellin’ on my niggas and you proud of that?

[Chorus]
That’s a boss, that’s a boss yeah
When you make it out, never leave your family out yeah
I’ma boss went and bought a house, paid it off yeah
I’ma ball on them sucka ’till my casket fall yeah
At your best, you are love yeah
Ain’t a thang they could say about me
I swear when you at your best can’t a thang stop ya yeah hey

[Outro]
At your best you are love, ain’t a thang they could say bout me
I’ma talk my shit nigga, fly nigga


Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)


[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…


Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food


[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…


Migos – Higher We Go (Intro) Lyrics


(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the….

(Verse 1)
I’ma put these racks in your face
In your face, show you that you lame
I’ma stash these M’s at my place
In my place, but no I’m not the bank
I’ma pull that coupe out the race
Who wanna race? We livin’ the fast pace
I’ma put these hoes out on chase
Hit these hoes, get them right out my face
I’ma pull the strap close case
Hit a n*gg* hard send him dat way
I’ma put the gang on your plate (gimme the plate)
You can’t eat off my plate (no eatin’)
Mount it up like the horse on Rari’s (Skrr)
Beat that pop like ortishia
Two feet running from the feds (yeah)
All these n*gg*s lookin like they scared (Yeah, pussy)
Lock a f*ck n*gg* like these dreads (yeah)
Pick a n*gg* up for that bread (Yeah)
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up the rims if you want to
Hop out see what you gon do
We can go there if you want to
I’ll come down if you want to
Load up on the rims if you want to
Hop out gotta see what you gon do
We don’t play with dem lil boys out here naw naw naw (Don’t play)
Big boy bosses all in my seminar
Big boy wraith had them b*tch*s seein’ stars stars (Wraith)
Stunt me out I don’t need no rims on cars
It’s okay
Icing
Icing glaze (Icing glaze)
I don’t take breaks
Shit, wana go blaze? (Blaze)
What’s yo’ page
Sliding on in like snakes

(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

(Verse 2)
The higher you go, went through the most
We get to fly, you float
No Malone, but I post
Migos, you know we the goats
We breaking bread, call it loaf
I shoot at that boy, then reload
Walk in the trap in the soul
My jewelry looking froze
Snatch your soul
Come to the north, then we snatch your gold
I had to set up the plug the other day, boy, he was taxing folks
I do it for culture
Bigger than Oprah, Mayweather 50-0
Culture

(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

(Verse 3)
(Offset!)
150 choking
Flooded my wrist, it’s soaking
Split up the waters like Moses
I done put furs on loafers
Rolls Royce nightmare, I’m a ghost
Let’s have a codeine toast
N*gg*s ain’t getting no stain on me
Don’t trip, don’t trip, my gang with me
Come to the , stop playing with me
Bricks on bricks, it’s raining keys
N*gg*s can’t hang with me
Lame in the deal, they restrain from me
Bust on the plane, Philipe
She bought me a Wraith, unique
You thots want to f*ck in heat
A million, I bring home a week
She a little beast, f*ck around looking for the keys
Got to trap the zzzs
Please keep the cap for me
Count up the rack, proceed
First see what I got, then leave

(Chorus)
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture
Higher we go, beg and plead for the culture

Related Posts


O.T. Genasis – Too Blessed


My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed


Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics


Part I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars


Lil Kim – Took Us A Break


[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb pussy, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/lil-kim/-/took-us-a-break.html]
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing shit like the Reaper
Buying shit for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby


LIL KIM – Took Us On Break lyrics


[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Verse 1]
Landing jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to the hotels on the water
Quarter mill when I’m landing, nigga
Killing ’em slow, then torture
Rented out the whole top floor
Penthouse just for my daughter
You broke bitches out of order
I’m a bad bitch with some old money
Yeah, I’m balling but I want some more money
Pop the Lamborghini in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb n*gger, that’s a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I’m skiing in the summer
Surfing waves in the winter time
They calling me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans is such a crime
They got a love-hate type of thang for me
When it come to Kim there’s no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks at dinner time

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby

[Bridge]
One, zero, zero, zero, bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch

[Verse 2]
We took us a break but we back now
Bitter bitches, got ’em mad now
Sour niggas stay hating on me
‘Cause I’m hanging clothes from these racks now
I was raised in a school of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Giving y’all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see ya watching my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand with the cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
[?]
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow Rari, that’s a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killing sh*t like the Reaper
Buying sh*t for no reason
It’s always Lil’ Kim season

[Hook]
We took us a break but we back now
Ain’t nothing gon’ throw off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in that foreign thang
All I see is the streets when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hating on us
And the bitter bitches, got ’em mad now

[Post-Hook]
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Counting nothing but 20s, 50s and these 100s, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby
Ain’t nothing more important than this money, baby


Lupe Fiasco – KJazz


[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
If you rolling around Los Angeles right now
This one right here is for you (keep it true)
And they say, and they say, and they say, and they say, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Sunsets Los Angeles undressed like
The sky put on a skirt to hurt the slum sets
Then hit Hollywood boulevard like spars
Light taps that fight back, high heels covered in stars
Lounge gowns standing downtown up in W. Dubois’
Rolls Royce, Choice, the Hoist, and other comfortable cars
Shooting club doormans, speaking love of the warfare
What we’re doing is ordering Ubers to Soho JoJo, everything is bizarre
Malibu and [?} sitting lonely in the Rolex when these Denny’s mirage
In-N-Out bagels, Katsu your crab rolls, Easter laid food trucks, bossa nova mastros
Half-glued eyes on the night time wide search
Chanel purse gone down on the I-5 side
More holla hill shops, house party chill spots
Valley versus ills in the south central will shops
Saudi’s versus Persians, Hasidic temples [?]
Santa Monica helicopters and Compton KJazz

KJazz
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

If you see nighttime out there, tell her I said hello
Kjazz