Tag: Rolls Royce


Soulja Boy – Bankroll (Big Soulja Album)




[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone




Rose Royce – Show Me lyrics




Ah yes baby you know
I have a Rolls Royce
A Mercedes Benz
And a yacht out in marina
Maybe we can take a trip
And you know

Just go out to the Bahamas
Or Paris, or London, you know
I know all the stars, baby
In fact, Sugar Ray is a personal friend of mine
In fact, just the other day I was sayin’
Sugar, you know you and i should just stop by sometime

You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
Oh you got to show me, show me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes

You know that you’re my only girl
If i could, i’ll give you the world
You said baby you just stick with me
And one day you’ll surely see
No more wastin’ my time

You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you’re tellin’ me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were stars
You said that we could get away (get away boy)
Maybe take a holiday

I hope that it won’t be too long, no
You saw that i could sing a song
You got this and you got that
And i’ll end up flat on my back
No more wastin’ my time
You got yours, keep your hands off mine boy
Baby you got to make me see
You got to show what you’re tellin’ me

Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby It ain’t no lie
Show me baby In front of my eyes
Show me baby, show me baby
You got to show me boy
Show me baby, show me baby…


Future – Hallucinating (Hndrxx Album)


Astronaut
Yeah yeah

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

I could turn a stripper to a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s a PETA
Shawty light the gun like Bonita
Rock stars goin’ like the Beatles
I took Styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones when you greet me
Got a bitch waiting in the lounge
I done have to move a few pounds

Looking at my chain don’t drown, and put the diamonds in the mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I was kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

Looking at my chain don’t drown
And I put the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When a nigga steppin’ out the house
Every day we walk the red carpet
Every day one of my hoes fallin’ in love

I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? You must be hallucinating
Don’t menace over these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the invoice, I had bought the store today
That bitch get on my nerves man, I had to send her out to St. Tropez
Oh you done blow more checks than me boy? Then you had got to be hallucinating

I’m a young nigga with this check and I fuck it up
The freshest thing that I ever bought was that Bentley truck

It’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
I ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo’d off my motor
I was pushin’ boulders
I gave you some closure when I bought the Rover


Booba – A3 (Autopsie 0 Album)


[Couplet unique]
Je ne fais pas partie du troupeau, j’égorge les gardes-champêtre
Prends les armes avec moi si t’es mon poto
Animal galeux j’vais pas chez le docteur je vais chez le véto
J’ai les couilles en or j’passe pas les détecteurs de métaux
Sans le génie le sport, l’argent facile, c’était mon ghetto
Jamais je ne me plierai, jamais je ne serai un bon négro
Enculé je vais te fumer, j’vais prendre 10 piges, je serai plus le king de la city
Énervé dans le 92 izi car fouetté dans le Mississipi
Pimp mon gamos chez Xzibit, suce moi la bite sans faire d’chichis
B2OBA, on s’embrouille là-bas je t’enterre ici
Lunatic depuis la naissance, sisi
Avec du sang d’esclave j’écris cette missive, mon blase gravé sur le missile
Tant que j’serai sur la piste, rapper sera un métier à haut risques
Essaye d’accorder tes choristes au chant d’une météorite
Hey ho de quoi tu parles ? C’est violent depuis le préau
Big boss, je tire les pénos, Rolls Royce je fais des créneaux
C’est K.O.2.P. qui joue, pourquoi tu demandes "c’est qui qui mène ?" ?
Négro est-ce moi qui aime l’oseille ou lui qui m’aime ?
Il m’en a fallu, il m’en faut, il m’en faudra
Pour pas rouler en Skoda, ne pas décevoir maître Yoda
Descendant de terres d’Afrique, quand je baise ça sent le musc
Cerveau en très bon état, 95 kilos de muscles


Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel


Young Dolph – That’s How I Feel Lyrics


[Intro: Young Dolph]
It’s Dolph
It’s Gucci
It’s Dolph

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Own a big house and it’s full of bad bitches
I’m just sayin’, can a young nigga live?
2 million worth of cars parked in the front yard
But want another Rolls Royce, that’s how I feel
For 100 shots, I heard you paid 100 stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid 400 flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back
Sittin’ in the truck, smokin’ on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shooting
You think I’m goin’ out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin’ my phone and I’m headed straight to it

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane ’cause I got road rage
Fresh up out the cage, I’m the jack of all trades
And you suckers can’t kill me, I’ma die of old age
Put your hands on Gucci, then I’m jumpin’ off stage
Choppa’ll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I’m in a hard top Wraith
‘Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin’ out grenades
Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell ’em give you 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can’t keep it to herself

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Shippin’ money by the mail, I just came back with the bills
Now I’m dancin’ in the truck, that’s how I feel
I’m in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got 2 Maybachs in both, that’s just how I feel
I got 2 bitches at the ‘tel, hope that they don’t kiss and tell
I’m way too much for just one bitch, that’s just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail but can do nothin’ to a player
I’m way too trill, I’m hard to kill, that’s how I feel


Woke up like this – Playboi Carti lyrics


Lyrics Playboi Carti – Woke up like this

Know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar
I’ma rockstar, know I got a lot, lot
I’ma rockstar.(woke up like this)

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
Woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh, I think they like me, yeah they like me
Diamonds on me ice cream, hoe that’s lightly
My draco b*tch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting
I heard these niggas wanna fight me
Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe B
We ain’t fighting, I think she like me, exciting, so exciting
f*ck me, Bentley coupe I’m riding with a thottie, f*ck
I just spent a 100 on my watch piece, f*ck
I done fell in love with a thottie, f*ck
She just wanna f*ck me for my clout, f*ck
b*tch I’m off the lean I crash the Audi, f*ck
Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck.

Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me, talk
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me, talk
I woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me
Woke up to niggas soundin’ like me
Woke up to niggas talkin’ like me.

Ohhh I think they like me, in my white tee
Ohhh no no no baby smoke so much dope need some Visine
These young nigga don’t like me, but act just like me
“f*cked all of your b*tches so they parties don’t invite me”
That b*tch that’s your wifey, she so trifflin’
I been getting money so don’t nothing really excite me
Carti poured a 6 in the 4 of the right lean
Damn that boy, ask her for some more like the Sprite clean
Yeah, that’s that dirty, that’s that dirty
That girl all up in my face like she ain’t tried to swerve me
These boys all up in my lane I swear they keep on merging
No I cannot see a lame ’cause my Rolls Royce got curtains.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me.

Oh I think they like me, that she like me
The b*tch want to indict me, she can’t find me
I’m like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please
With my b*tch like to sip lean, oh versuri-lyrics.info
Xans, percs, molly, we got hella things
I’m in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring
And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame
And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain
I’m in Bompton with Pirus and I don’t even bang
Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yo hoe that the gang
Shoutout GiGi that’s my boo, she know that I claim
Shootin’ at these niggas like I’m in the paint
Woke up like this.

Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
Woke up to niggas talking like me, talk
Woke up to niggas sounding like me, talk
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like me
I woke up to niggas sounding like me
Woke up to niggas talking like meee.
Playboi Carti lyrics
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Future – Hallucinating Lyrics


[Intro]
Astronaut
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 1]
I could turn a stripper into a diva
Chinchilla on her, that’s PETA
Shot might be gone up a needle
Rockstar goin’ like the Beatles
I took styrofoam to the meeting
Three cellphones with engravin’
Got a bitch waitin’ in the lounge
I’d have to move a few pounds

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Verse 2]
All I do is pop more bottles and give ’em to you
All they ever do is bring more problems than listen to
My chains, my ring gon’ bling, they do all the seducin’
I’ve been kickin’ shit with yo’ bitch, she did all of the choosin’

[Pre-Chorus]
Lookin’ at my chain don’t drown
End up with the diamonds in your mouth
All bad bitches pop out
When the niggas still live in the house
Everyday we walk the red carpet
Everyday one of my hoes fallin’ in love

[Chorus]
I seduce you with this Aston Martin I bought today
Oh, you done did more drugs than me? You must be hallucinating
Oh, you did more percs than me? Then you must be hallucinating
Your old man sold me these Vicodins, you must’ve seen Satan
I seduce you with this Rolls Royce truck that’s on the way
Chanel is on the import, I had bought at the store today
That bitch gettin’ on my nerves man, I had to send her out to Saint Tropez
Oh you done blow up more chase than me, boy? Then you got to be hallucinating

[Post-Chorus]
I’m not done nigga
But this check and I have fucked it up
The freshest thing I ever bought was that Bentley truck

[Outro]
Guess it’s a lot weighin’ on my shoulders
They ain’t ever gon’ fold up
I had turbo on my motor
I’ll push ’em boulders
I gave you some closure, been about the Rover


Young Dolph – Whole Lot


[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast


Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)


[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast


Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics


[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast


Chief Keef – Moonboots (Bonus Track) (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)


[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 1]
All I do is hit Neiman’s
All I do is hit Barneys
All I do is hit Gucci
All I do is get money
All I do is hit Hermans
All I do is hit Louis
All I do it hit Burberry
All I do is get Jewelry
All I do is call my Jeweler
Have him pee on my neck
Your girlfriend just text me like when we having sex?
[?] and can fuck you the week after next
When I’m done I’ll need something to eat after that
These niggas hate me, I give zero fucks
I’m in a Rolls Royce
I’m doing donuts
He wants to spray me
She wants to rape me
She is looking sneaky
He is looking flaky

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall

[Verse 2]
She just got here and she like how I drive my fucking car
You have a ass and I saw that from a fucking far
She like for real, that’s all?
I’m like girl you fucking smart
When I hit the finish line, throw you back into the start
When you done eating my pickle, throw it back into the jar
Hits I’m balling Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman
And I get high like I’m growing weed in my garden
I ain’t going nowhere, I’m going to finish what I started
You can walk a thousand miles up in my Louis boots
Don’t wanna have to do the drill so I’m screwing loose
Had your girl down there that’s why my Louis belt was open
Boy your diamonds blurry, let me turn up my focus

[Hook]
All a young nigga know is finesse
Before you come to me, you better get a check
Ride down [?] road, that’s windows flex
Hopped out on em looking like a check
$6,000 bag pack with some Louis boots
All he do is talk, all we do is shoot
All I do is pull out racks
All I do is fucking ball
All I do is pop tags
All I do is fuck the mall


LUPE FIASCO – Tranquilo lyrics


Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga


Lupe Fiasco – Tranquillo (feat. Rick Ross & Big K.R.I.T.)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

[Hook: Lupe Fiasco]
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga


Lupe Fiasco – Tranquilo lyrics


Peace
No material possessions shall cloud my judgement
As I reach, in an ethereal direction to provide my substance
Love is not found but resides insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed a new light on a new path
I will gain rhythm lose wrath
Attain wisdom and refuse graph
And build upon what I built on
And wisely regulate ’til I do have
‘Cause what is defeat?
But just the evidence of my haste
Lack of preparedness, in my waste
So I wait…
Surround myself with nutrition, wholesomeness and true livin’
Use natural codes of conduct to remove the schism when the roof’s missing
I will pursue felicity, find value in simplicity
Altruism and empathy will be the first thing extended to my enemy
Clarity will be the trademark of my friendships
Just invest in my business
And appreciative of the rarity of my existence

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

I got bitches on bitches, all my dreams and my visions
I remember me fishin’ out of canals in the trenches
Now a nigga be flossy, Rolls Royce lookin’ glossy
Quick to put down a demo to get these haters up off me
I like to smoke to myself, I just try to improve
Let my son hold my strap while I swim laps in the pool
Told my daughter the rules which we all must abide
Your daddy was far from perfect, things we did to survive
I just wanted to fly, they always lookin’ down on us
School district full of killers, I mean these niggas ferocious
Only violence and drugs, there was nothin’ for us
All I had was this music, I couldn’t afford to do much

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga

Young nigga say… ball
‘Cause he ain’t really livin’ life ‘less he’s down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
And a bad bitch that only think about him if he… call
Is it really worth the time and the effort?
Chasin’ wood grain and the leather
Puttin’ pressure on the pedal, I don’t want the devil
Hopin’ he fall
Feed him to his nonsense, mothafuck a contract
You don’t need a handout, they gon’ bring the bands out
Choppas make ’em stand down, good lord
But you don’t wanna be another nigga
Chase the figures that never really add up
White folk pass your face
Dyin’ in the grass ’cause they wouldn’t call the…. law
‘Cause you’re hooded, Black and they think you’re sellin’ crack
Maybe so, you don’t give a fuck in a rut, nigga
[?] in the street got you stuck, nigga, what, nigga?
Buck, buck, nigga
Buried your partner just the other day knowin’ he was too young
Had a tool, tryna roll on the folk
Let it go on the folk
But he wasn’t down to shoot one
Though the time dead and gone
Is YOLO what we on?
I heard different, it’s never too late to listen
And be reborn
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Go be reborn
Peace and understanding is what you should be on

‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout them drugs
I’m talkin’ ’bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what’s up?
‘Cause I got chillin’ by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout that work
I’m talkin’ ’bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt, nigga


Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. – Money Put Away (The Jetlanta EP)


[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it’s heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can’t interfere so I roll up let em hate

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I’m the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don’t wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I’m steady climbing
Swear I’m balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don’t want to problem, so don’t you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That’s how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I’m starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It’s not that hard to find me, yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I’m east side with it, my side ain’t sweet
Lil boy’s blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain’t no that, you don’t know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cuz if you did’t know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing


Ralo – They Can’t Stop Us (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Ain’t no reason for stoppin’
Catch me squeezin’ and poppin’
Gucci speedin’ in that Rari
My Lamborghini beside it
I’m the god of the trap, call me Ralo LaFlare
What you make in a year, we throw that shit in the air
My interviews got more views than your video
Movin’ them birds got a nigga walking pigeon toed
I can’t believe I got away with all that shit I sold
You brought your jewelry out for show, I got my shit off dope
I bet you won’t believe I got more money than your favorite rapper
He can have more followers than me but I won’t follow after ‘em
Any time we go to war I promise we don’t lose a battle
If you fuck with me it gon’ be your life on the ground that matter

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
An armored truck heist, all this motherfuckin’ jewelry
And when I start sending slugs I’m the jury and the judge
I’m a hybrid, a mixture of a robber and a plug
I’m so violent, might have my youngins kill you in the club
I’m a tyrant, I’m texting everybody in the hood
These niggas lyin’
But I done made so much cheese I’m retiring
And I’m hiring
My shooters firing, you hearing sirens
Was scheming, lost some cooking blocks so tryna make it lock up
My traphouse like a pop up shop, I’m tryna run the guap up
Like a jack in the box I hit one button, my Rolls Royce top’ll pop up
And if these niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas’ll pop up

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Verse 3: Ralo & Gucci Mane]
I pull up in a Lam, it sound like a helicopter
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
Gucci Mane Sinatra, let me get that out ya
Don’t you give me shit ‘cause I’m gon’ take it from ‘em
I hated from ‘em
Pull up on ‘em, now we take your bomb, he lookin’ dumb
We got more cabbage than a farm
Got more game than a don
Ain’t gotta give a bitch a crumb
And she still gon’ give me some nigga
I get that cash on the regular
All of these bitches be negative
None of these niggas competitive
Tell the robbers that there’s better deals
I won’t fall man, I never trip
I’ma ball and buy another whip
Tell me dog, I’ma get him killed
Instagrams, extra clips

[Hook: Gucci Mane & Ralo]
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us
Them haters hate on everything, they say everything ‘bout us
I hear y’all niggas talkin’ shit but I’m not worried ‘bout ya
We did this shit without ya, I’m the nigga they watching
You keep buying pistols man but we keep buying choppers
If you fuck with Gucci Mane, we gon’ shoot the block up
Niggas keep on poppin’ shit, my niggas gon’ pop up
These haters done tried everything but ain’t no way to stop us

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery
Man my pockets look like I just did a bank robbery


Eno – Million (Xalaz Album)


[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 1]
Eine Million Euro auf Konto
Schieße Selfies mit Bruders in Hongkong
Kauf mir ‘ne Kalasch, trainier du Wing Chun
Ich bring frischen Wind ihr seid so monoton
Bonne chance an die Brates die Gas geben
An die Dealer die für Bares ihr Hasch geben
An eure Freundinnen die heimlich Arsch geben
An meine Biras die mir jeden Tag Kraft geben
Ich scheiß auf eure Song und Hits, ich kill Rapper
16 Uhr aufstehen, Frühstück mit Grillteller
In Almanya der neue Hauptdarsteller
Frag deine Freundin Eno er knallt besser

[Bridge]
Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 2]
Eine Million in Euro in Bar
Nach Monaco mit’nem Rolls Royce fahr’n
Ohne Aufenthalt große wurden krank in ganz Deutschland mach ich einen Namen
Versace Sweatshirt für sechs Scheine
Siehst mich gechillt einfach aus dem Benz steigen
Keine Sessions mit Schraubi und Brecheisen
Redest von Rücken doch du kennst keinen
Spontan nach Italien zum einkaufen fliegen
Lasse im Dsquared-Shop heut’ zehn Riesen
Krisen vorbei ENO183 wir ballern Blei
Fick die Polizei

[Scratch]
Fuck the police! Comin’ straight from the underground

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 3]
Wiesbaden 183 bald in den Charts
Kinnhaken schickt dich direkt in den Schlaf
Bin Laden ist tot, doch Eno ist da
Keine Fresse eingeschlagen heißt guter Tag
Ja Ja dreh’ runden in ‘nem BMW M6
Dach Carbon, tiefgelegt, 600ps
Trete aufs Gas und die Leute sie Kotzen
Lebe mein Traum geb’ ein Fick auf euch Fotzen
Furcht einflößend Griselda Blanco
Siehst du die Bullen hebst du Pico die Hand hoch
Steh’ ich vor dir machst du Platz bis nach Bangkok
Steig’ in den Ring dein Trainer schmeißt Handtuch
Wären ich für Verkauf von Drogen schwänze
Lutscht deine Freundin für Drogen Schwänze
Ot über Grenze im geklauten PKW
Audi RS6 Farbe: schwarz metallic

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Outro]
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar


Soulja Boy – Bankroll (King Soulja 7 Album)


[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone


Tory Lanez – Bal Harbour (feat. A$Ap Ferg)


[Hook: Tory Lanez]
I swear
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Pulling up Rolls Royce
Gave them no choice
When I’m telling bitches hop in
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
Push button and the doors close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that shit playing around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m trynna do is put my dog on
Get this money till it’s all gone

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switching lanes , nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me baby
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday
I love her then fuck her like everyday
Im gonna just cuff her fuck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil dome in the lair

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain


Tory Lanez – Bal Harbour lyrics


[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Pulling up Rolls Royce
Gave them no choice
When I’m telling bitches hop in
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
Push button and the doors close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that shit playing around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m trynna do is put my dog on
Get this money till it’s all gone

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switching lanes , nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me baby
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday
I love her then fuck her like everyday
Im gonna just cuff her fuck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil dome in the lair

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain


Curren$y – Stash House Lyrics


[Intro]
Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Dollar, dollar bill, yeah

[Verse 1]
When I got out the car I was talking on the phone
Calm in the storm
The Rolls Royce race in a Rolls Royce jawn
Too slick, you prolly slip before you can step up on
Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on
Life is pressed on
Adding to my Rolex collection
Sky-dweller rose gold prolly do my next one
I know what you wanna hear
That shit that make you hustle all year
I came to the studio with a boat
So I can load these keys up, when they’re ready to go
Them other [?] though
You want that pure shit, homie then you know where it’s go
The game done changed y’all, but not your dawg
I’m still in the cut, rolled up in the kush fog

[Hook]
Like dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rest in peace my nigga Timber
Used to hit the [?]
Freddie Forgiato, chop that [?] to get my chips up
When I jumped up off the porch, I had no [?] where I end up
Audio stay dope like ice cubes and bottled water
Ain’t no gas up in this bitch but I’m cooking like Snoop and Wacka
Fuck the [?] got titties out like the Carter
Young Nino if she nasty like Janet, I change the [?]
Like dollar, dollar bill
Poured the whole Joe Montana when I broke the seal
Niggas thought that I was dead in the gutter they wrote the will
Beat the case and I put new candy paint on my Coupe de Ville
Beat the case and put my baby on acres like ain’t shit changed


Curren$y – Left My Keys Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Took my jacket off as I slid to the car
(?) in the sports arena like a star
Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office
That’s how you know you made it
Rubbing elbows with the life changers
Shaking hands with the strangers
Hanging ’round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers
Shit trill
I pray for my cousins who be banging
Hope that rap shit clicks
But that paper won’t stop my loved ones from hanging
Rest in peace to the Jacka
Keep them Chevy’s swanging
Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment
Killed the beat, showed up torched to the arraignment
Higher than a spaceship
Your honor in amazement
Couldn’t even say shit
Let a nigga skate back to the interstate quick
All in the cake mix but never get the game twisted
Never coming up on lame shit

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

[Verse 2]
Rolls Royce came through like Theraflu, nasty as fuck
Bentleys pulled up too
Shot callers on entourage members in the coupe
Trying to catch us slipping, but your bitch gave us the scoop
(?) to the loot we be on the move
Anything about it, you probably not even that cool
All I do is roll killa at the house on shrooms
Made a million dollars staying fresh and being true
Underground niggas, couple cribs, couple pools
Might piss in the mainstream, take ya’ll money too
What the fuck dumb niggas gonna do?

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me


Quentin Miller – Gold (Gunmetal Grey Album)


[Hook]
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching
I can’t let them take my soul from me
I’m a king, I can’t let them take my gold from me
No, no, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me

[Verse 1]
Push my will like a Rolls Royce
Hoes fuck with me, I could get you exposure
And I’m about that cash money like from the [?]
Put in that request, it get sold to you
Icons in my contacts
I’m a fucking icon, they don’t want they
Nike hat to the front yeah
I can drive a truck yeah
Up like Donald Trump

[Hook]
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching
I can’t let them take my soul from me
I’m a king, I can’t let them take my gold from me
No, no, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me
I can’t let ’em take my gold
I’ma keep this going too

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look
Groove beats it’s beast to say the least
These bars is beast to say the least
They going hard, they reach, but never reach
Money and me like Magda and Magneto
Kill the track like cops kill black people
The ball fire, my flow fire [?]
I can’t let ’em take my soul from
I’m a king, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me
Gotta make a plan, set some goals on me
Make my first son advance

[Hook]
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching
I can’t let them take my soul from me
I’m a king, I can’t let them take my gold from me
No, no, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me
I can’t let ’em take my gold
Yeah
Switch the flow up


Lupe Fiasco – N.E.R.D. Lyrics


(Verse)
Too many best rappers, not enough best rhymes tho
Guess I’m delusional, used to doing it all the time so
Maybe I’m just jaded, out of touch and unrelated
Unable to connect greatness based on the person who makes it
Or maybe I just hate it
And that would make me hater
Maybe it is great but that don’t mean it’s greater
Having your profile raised doesn’t make you a raiser
Being ambiguous with assertions, isn’t making you safer
What you mean tho?
Line us up, paddling us on the back
Like we steamboat you, president of the frat
You going sling toast, like you Ringo
And you think Doc Holliday’s
Just going tolerate and too sick to let that thing go
It’s just a matter of returns
Ashes to ashes, scattered them from the urns
To start a fire shaky to gather them from the burned
And reassemble these ashes, the blackness is something firm
Then moving blackness backwards in the bread of some other s**t
Any deep we spreading wheat seeds from a bucket s**t
McDonald had a farm and he loving it
Rolls Royce of the scented voice against the arms of the government
Artist getting robbed for their publishing
By dirty Jewish execs that think his alms from the covenant
I’ll retire when I’m tired, that’s a Firestone death
Easy to say when nobody’s there, like a microphone check
They wanna hear what I’m gon say before the microphone check
Make me sign an NDA before the microphone test
Let you face that type of faith, institutional opposition
Then with all due respect, you are not my competition
Nah


Stitches – Best Coco (Uncensored)


[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 1]
I remember the days when they used to say I wouldn’t be shit
But the tables turn they see me in person and ask for a pic
All of that hatred
All of that doubt
It just made me better
Talking shit about me to that bitch
I hope it make you feel better
I just keep moving that weight
Shipping it state to state
Riding with my AK 47
Cause these boys be fake
Then I keep trapping
Man I keep riding foreigns
All of these bitches
Showing their titties while Stitches be touring
Im in the back of that Rolls Royce
Bitch you know that Im a dope boy
Like Johnny Depp I sell blow boy
I prolly sell coke to your home boy

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 2]
Bitch I know how it feels
I came up from the bottom
I can upgrade your life and put you in some red apple bottoms
I got some diamonds all up in my mouth
I just fucked your bitch we fucked on your couch
Marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy some molly all I talk about
How does it feel when Im up inside
How does it feel when you on the ride
Im fucking her fast
Im fucking her slow
She say I love you Stitches Im not a hoe

[Verse 3]
I know what you came to my crib for
Take your clothes off put that ass on the floor
You wanna fuck with a drug dealer
Then imma show you what Im bout
Imma put my dick in your mouth
And give you something that you can talk about

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top


2 Chainz – Doors Open (feat. Future) (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

November 4, 2016

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[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Choppa kinda old, but a new clip
Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip
Hope her two lips smell like tulips
Put you in the ground right next to the tulips
Nigga talkin’ shit on the other side
Tell that pussy nigga I pull up
Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain’t push weight
Nigga did pull ups
By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up
When you turn away, a nigga done took her
Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker
Jumpin’ on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka
I take her to the mall and I pocketbook her
You tryna’ spend time, nigga probably boo her
Yeah, I’m tryna’ fuck her, fuck her like I used to
I don’t believe in karma, but I believe in Kama Sutra
Put one leg on the other leg
Then I skate away like Winnipeg
And I’m through fucking with these lame niggas
You a zero like a Easter egg
Got a lotta shooters in my repertoire
Got a dope spot called Escobar
Member when I used to play basketball
Now I’m out here playing ratchet ball, ooo!

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, that fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament
Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic
Rims on my car got it bowlegged
Took your bitch back and got store credit
Still drinking Actavis, niggas is slackin’
I rap like the plastic on packages
Everything I do immaculate
House full of marble, no vacuuming
Charges consist of the trafficking
Trappin’ I had the bitch bumpin’ like Acne
Gettin’ some head on the balcony
So far ahead they in back of me
Walked in the store left my doors open
All my Rolls Royce got 4’s on ’em
Heard you niggas told like 400
Been the coldest nigga out the whole summer
Uh, talkin’ bout bruh let me hold some
Like we used to sleep on the floor or somethin’
Lookin’ for a cup so I could pour some
She brought a friend who brought a friend
We gonna have us a foursome
We started up around 4 or somethin’
We did not stop til like 4 or somethin’

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, the fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling it through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Outro: Future]
When I’m fuckin’ on your hoe with my doors open
I been smokin’ on the dro with the doors open
I pull up in the Rolls with the doors open
I swerve in the block with the doors open
I fuck a nigga hoe with the doors open
I bought this shit with the doors open
Coming down on candy with my doors open
Had a young little bitch with her nose open
Fucked a bitch real good with the doors open
Young nigga pulled up with the doors open
Trap right now keep the fuckin’ house open


2 Chainz – Doors Open (feat. Future) letras

October 29, 2016

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[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Choppa kinda old, but a new clip
Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip
Hope her two lips smell like tulips
Put you in the ground right next to the tulips
Nigga talkin’ shit on the other side
Tell that pussy nigga I pull up
Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain’t push weight
Nigga did pull ups
By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up
When you turn away, a nigga done took her
Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker
Jumpin’ on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka
I take her to the mall and I pocketbook her
You tryna’ spend time, nigga probably booker
Yeah, I’m tryna’ fuck her, fuck her like I used to
I don’t believe in karma, but I believe in Kama Sutra
Put one leg on the other leg
Then I skate away like Winnipeg
And I’m through fucking with these lame niggas
You a zero like a Easter egg
Got a lotta shooters in my repertoire
Got a dope spot called Escobar
Member when I used to play basketball
Now I’m out here playing ratchet ball, ooo!

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, that fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament
Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic
Rims on my car got it bowlegged
Took your bitch back and got store credit
Still drinking Actavis, niggas is slackin’
I rap like the plastic on packages
Everything I do immaculate
House full of marble, no vacuuming
Charges consist of the trafficking
Trappin’ I had the bitch bumpin’ like Acne
Gettin’ some head on the balcony
So far ahead they in back of me
Walked in the store left my doors open
All my Rolls Royce got 4’s on ’em
Heard you niggas told like 400
Been the coldest nigga out the whole summer
Uh, talkin’ bout bruh let me hold some
Like we used to sleep on the floor or somethin’
Lookin’ for a cup so I could pour some
She brought a friend who brought a friend
We gonna have us a foursome
We started up around 4 or somethin’
We did not stop til like 4 or somethin’

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, the fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling it through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Outro: Future]
When I’m fuckin’ on your hoe with my doors open
I been smokin’ on the dro with the doors open
I pull up in the Rolls with the doors open
I swerve in the block with the doors open
I fuck a nigga hoe with the doors open
I bought this shit with the doors open
Coming down on candy with my doors open
Had a young little bitch with her nose open
Fucked a bitch real good with the doors open
Young nigga pulled up with the doors open
Trap right now keep the fuckin’ house open


Tory Lanez – Look No Further

October 25, 2016

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[Intro]
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Yeah, for real look, look

[Verse 1]
You gotta know I want you
I’m tryna be better than
Nigga making cars, this girl talkin’ my Letterman
Jacket, I pack it up on this motherfucking avenue
You know what I had to do
Was selling a pack or two
The money was all there, wasn’t a fortune
Tenets talking eviction, she stepping all on our doorstep
So I hit the corner, hustling out for Jordans
You up on my trap phone talking these abortions
Baby you know that all of this shit is for you
Baby I hit that broad up for us
Though I be bummy and scummy
Through wires and fire you know I be on it for us
Shawty when I’m in that there
I’ma win that there
I wear a king’s struggle till I’m sitting in that chair, yeah
So just promise that you’ll never forget me
And when you see me you better accept me
Remember the crew on the glo up
Everything on the show up
Selling till the door up tryna get all the dough up
I can take you care better, we can fuck a floater
Came a long way from tryna hustle a four up
Picture you sitting up in that kitchen
You cooking doing the dishes
I’m in the room wearing dope up
Shit’s changed, I done came from the pain
So when you see me promise that you’ll do the same shawty
[Hook]
And when the things change you’ll still be the same
And when things change you’ll still call my name
As a nigga shawty I’m just tryin, tryna change
You know things change, things change yeah

[Verse 2]
And I’m just tryna be better
With this nine in my sweater
I hit the avenue and grind for the cheddar
For that bread, for that beef, that lettuce I’m working
Even when it ain’t worth it I bring you that burger
Gotta know that we be flipping dope
The coppers is on corners watching so we getting ghost
But it’s you on top of my mind when I’m in the corner hustling
With all of my niggas you gotta know I got to hit the folks
But look you knew the vision, I got a hustle the dream
My niggas hustle and scheme
It’s tryna hustle something
And that’s adjustments it seems all of us from the bottom
So when we got it, got it, know it’s hustle over everything nigga
Old time nigga, old time nigga
Shawty fuck me like I’m your long time nigga
Make ’em all forget you, they got alzheimer’s nigga
And they say they want you, it’s a long lie nigga
If they don’t see you then they all blind niggas
I mean it’s either that or I’m a sharp eyed nigga
Cause I see you and I think baby we a duo
Selling shadow get our pockets fatter than a sumo
NWO, that’s the way we team up
You deserve an award then get your body link up
You ain’t scared to check me on corners where I be on it
And you know it’s where the bodmon but I link up
Man I (?) tings up but it ain’t about that
It’s about you and nothing else cause I’m about that
You ain’t just pop out the sky, had to scout that
Just a few reasons why you should never doubt that

[Outro]
Fargo, and it’s no one better
Used to show up in your house in that shogun leather
Used to push a Honda Accord in the 01 weather
Now me and you and that Wraith feel so much better, don’t it?
We came up together
It’s only right we Rolls Royce the lane up together
It’s only right we VVS the chain cuts together
And promise me you gon’ give me that same love forever
I swear I ain’t tryna play musical chairs
I ain’t here judging, I’m tryna come through in the clear
Fuck you, put two in the air
Fingers all through in your hair, tell me you love it
End of the day I’m just a TO nigga
I’m just tryna do better for ya
Tryna be the best so there ain’t nothing better for ya
Know how I feel, Fargo


Tory Lanez – Look No Further letras

October 25, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Yeah, for real look, look

[Verse 1]
You gotta know I want you
I’m tryna be better than
Nigga making cars, this girl talkin’ my Letterman
Jacket, I pack it up on this motherfucking avenue
You know what I had to do
Was selling a pack or two
The money was all there, wasn’t a fortune
Tenets talking eviction, she stepping all on our doorstep
So I hit the corner, hustling out for Jordans
You up on my trap phone talking these abortions
Baby you know that all of this shit is for you
Baby I hit that broad up for us
Though I be bummy and scummy
Through wires and fire you know I be on it for us
Shawty when I’m in that there
I’ma win that there
I wear a king’s struggle till I’m sitting in that chair, yeah
So just promise that you’ll never forget me
And when you see me you better accept me
Remember the crew on the glo up
Everything on the show up
Selling till the door up tryna get all the dough up
I can take you care better, we can fuck a floater
Came a long way from tryna hustle a four up
Picture you sitting up in that kitchen
You cooking doing the dishes
I’m in the room wearing dope up
Shit’s changed, I done came from the pain
So when you see me promise that you’ll do the same shawty

[Hook]
And when the things change you’ll still be the same
And when things change you’ll still call my name
As a nigga shawty I’m just tryin, tryna change
You know things change, things change yeah

[Verse 2]
And I’m just tryna be better
With this nine in my sweater
I hit the avenue and grind for the cheddar
For that bread, for that beef, that lettuce I’m working
Even when it ain’t worth it I bring you that burger
Gotta know that we be flipping dope
The coppers is on corners watching so we getting ghost
But it’s you on top of my mind when I’m in the corner hustling
With all of my niggas you gotta know I got to hit the folks
But look you knew the vision, I got a hustle the dream
My niggas hustle and scheme
It’s tryna hustle something
And that’s adjustments it seems all of us from the bottom
So when we got it, got it, know it’s hustle over everything nigga
Old time nigga, old time nigga
Shawty fuck me like I’m your long time nigga
Make ’em all forget you, they got alzheimer’s nigga
And they say they want you, it’s a long lie nigga
If they don’t see you then they all blind niggas
I mean it’s either that or I’m a sharp eyed nigga
Cause I see you and I think baby we a duo
Selling shadow get our pockets fatter than a sumo
NWO, that’s the way we team up
You deserve an award then get your body link up
You ain’t scared to check me on corners where I be on it
And you know it’s where the bodmon but I link up
Man I (?) tings up but it ain’t about that
It’s about you and nothing else cause I’m about that
You ain’t just pop out the sky, had to scout that
Just a few reasons why you should never doubt that

[Outro]
Fargo, and it’s no one better
Used to show up in your house in that shogun leather
Used to push a Honda Accord in the 01 weather
Now me and you and that Wraith feel so much better, don’t it?
We came up together
It’s only right we Rolls Royce the lane up together
It’s only right we VVS the chain cuts together
And promise me you gon’ give me that same love forever
I swear I ain’t tryna play musical chairs
I ain’t here judging, I’m tryna come through in the clear
Fuck you, put two in the air
Fingers all through in your hair, tell me you love it
End of the day I’m just a TO nigga
I’m just tryna do better for ya
Tryna be the best so there ain’t nothing better for ya
Know how I feel, Fargo


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