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Dice SoHo – SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner) lyrics




[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin’”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone




Zaytoven, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih – What You Think (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)




[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?


Zaytoven – What You Think (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ Da Juiceman)


[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fuck with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?


Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
And I’m like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though


DJ Mustard & Rjmrla – Is It Mine (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Intro]
Games
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Let me know what’s on your mind
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it?

[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
Hit me when you choose up
Hit when you high or when you sober
Maybe we can both nut
And if we do this one time, it’s for both of us
Baby, do you hear? Don’t believe, I’m your friend, not an enemy
Chin to your knees, got you pimped off your pedigree
[?] SOP, every sin ain’t a felony
Spend how we shoppin’ how we spend once
I don’t wanna waste no time, when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Babe, let me know what’s on your mind, we can both save time
If you keep it 100, no chain gang bang
I been pullin’ on your hair, yeah
I know you feel it when your eyes rollin’ back, throw it back
I been drillin’ everywhere, yeah
And then you wonder where we go, go next, on set, on the set

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
You say this pussy for me
I gotta see if it’s true
Oh, dive in it
See if anybody else got in it, I’m in it
Ooh, leave this position to me
We switch positions for you
Baby, let me show you what I’m blessed with
Beat it up until you get the message
Cleanin’ up the messes
I like when you scream out who the bestest
I ain’t tryna press it
I just make investments
Started off at home, happy I dressed it
Still a YG but baby, listen, I’m a veteran
Waste no time when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Just let me know what’s on your mind ’cause you been on mine
All day, I have you dreamin’ ’bout sex
Safe sex, latex, ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it? (Whose is it? Whose is it?)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & RJmrLA]
Is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy?
Look, is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy? (Is it mine ’cause I need it)


Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me


Wiz Khalifa – Something New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)


[Intro]
One, two, three, four, one

[Verse 1]
I got too many people I got left to prove wrong
All those motherfuckers been too mean for too long
And I’m so sick of crying, yeah
Darling, what’s it for?
I could fight forever, oh, but life’s too short

[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Verse 2]
Been underestimated my entire life
I know people gonna talk shit, and darling, that’s fine
But they won’t break my spirit, I won’t let ’em win
I’ll just keep on living, keep on living, oh
The way I wanna live

[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Bridge]
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey

[Outro]
So was that a good one?
Should we go again?


Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (On The Late Late Show) (Live)


EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
Hollup, I need your panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah, nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park


Ashanti – Say Less (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DJ Mustard)


[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
This is your body
Ain’t no way I could hide it
I wanna be your top supplier
Cause I’ll provide this all to you

[Verse 1: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
To you, to you, to you, to you
Cause I’ll provide this all
Pull up to the party, party (yeah yeah)
Jewels all on my body, my body
Your chick on my body, body
They can’t tell me nothing, no

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
This is your body
Ain’t no way I could hide it
I wanna be your top supplier
Cause I’ll provide this all to you

[Verse 2: Ashanti]
The only kind of love you’ll ever need, baby
I’m the one you better know when you see it, baby
Tell Ashanti got you weak in the knees, babe
And you gon’ hit the homies next weekend
Cause Imma put that good on you
Like a woman should on you
That new engine that could on you
(Make that thing go, chugga chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga)

[Bridge: Ashanti]
I will give you everything you need, babe
Everything you say
And you can have everything on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything on me, yeah
Mustard on the beat

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)


Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) (On Jimmy Kimmel Live)


[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)


Joe Moses – On My Bumper (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been feelin’, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you was in your feelin’, she wanna be winnin’
And you discovered too many problems, it’s too many hotties
For me to sit for too many hours, it’s no logic
Back then they didn’t want me, now they be stressed out
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
Petty, got my eye on it like Fetty
The same woman dissed me, the same ones who ready
The same ones curved me, the same ones be textin’
But now I’m just flexin’, Ty I’m just flexin’ for real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 2: Ty]
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
Peep the [?] in my new Rolly
Back it up, fuck it up, you the one
You know I run it up on my baby
Damn damn damn
You look better than you do on the ‘gram
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
Got me like down down down
You know I like it when you do with no hands
Back it up on me like whoa
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
Because you know

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been living, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you get out your feelin’, maybe I consider
My ex woman was bitter, take a shot to the liver
The same ones be laughin’ now cry me a river
The same ones was frontin’ now blowin’ my cellie
She never made the mistake to wifin’ up a headache
Shoe never made the mistake of sleeping with no jacket
And calling you out your name but sure callin’ you rachet
Intrigued but not flattered, who’s callin’, it don’t matter
Paragraphs on the ‘gram, you mad, you gotta add her
I laugh, the grass ain’t greener between her
Girl we done, it was just a little fun
So now you wanna make up rumors and hit the shade room
The same one telling you leave, she in the living room
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
And that’s real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Outro: Joe Moses]
We got another one
We got another one


Ty Dolla $ign Ft. Swae Lee & Future – Don’t Judge Me Lyrics



On the liq’ right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean dont judge me
I might pop a seal in a money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liq’ right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me. yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

FULL LYRICS COMING


Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous


Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG)


[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)


Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)


[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park


Mac Miller – Cinderella (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


Uh, sign
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sign
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in the aisle
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams that’s why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind
I told you, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be fine
This the type of thing I heard it happen all the time
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin’ me high
Said nothin’ better than the first time
I’ll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don’t have to spend another second on this Earth dry
Wet you like a fresh group second and a third time, left you up a verse mind
And when you hungry I can shut you up with stir fry
Get you some dessert wine, elevate this third eye
First prize, Nobel, get a piece
Your clothes off, turn around, let me see
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Yeah, okay I came up with a plan it was
Take you by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Two nights, we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music and started dancing
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved onto the floor
You started getting crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
I thought you was an angel now you yellin’ to the Lord
You used to tell me all the time I ain’t your type
Now you always wanna spend the night
Now I’m doing everything you like
When I’m inside your pussy, damn it feels so right
Yeah, but I still respect the game
Every time I’m out of line you always set me straight
The sex is great, and your sex I need it every day
I yell your name, sinner, rebel
Never gonna find nobody better
All my life
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Hey now, I’m saying
My only way out is way in
I won’t stop ’til you’re mine, no way
Well all my days now, they changin’
I got angels, no more Satan
Looks like God’s on my side
This time
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name, yeah
If it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain
Ooh Cinderella don’t you run out of time
It feels like you’ve been taking all day
Wherever you came from, wherever you going
I promise I’m not far behind
So don’t you dare throw this away
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name
And if it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain


Vitamin D – Ludacris feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics


Lyrics Ludacris – Vitamin D

Aw yeah, yeahhh
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just deficient in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda.

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that a*s
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it.

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it).(vitamin d)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much a*s to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got s*x like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa.

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it).

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda a*s if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ s**t
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda.

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take ittt).(vitamin d)
Ludacris lyrics
Video Ludacris


B.o.B – 4 Lit (feat. T.I. & Ty Dolla $ign)


[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Ya yo that-that-that’s the shit I like
I ain’t got no type I can’t decide
Girl like girl like girl they can’t deny
Gettin’ pussy with a side of wine
No it ain’t no telling what we might do
When she in a penthouse with a tight view
Reefer got me so, she got my eyes glued
Oh yeah that’s my girl and that’s our wife too

[Hook: B.o.B]
Lit, she be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Shit
You know we all hit it
How a nigga quit and hit it and never call bitches
Ya’ll might see my young nigga pull in now we all bitches
Pick the shuffles up and did a over-tall bitch
Hey put that phone down and mind your fucking business girl
Hey put some money up in here, so independent girl
But I’m just tryna put some diamonds in your pendant, get your titty fit
Presidential suite some private jets outside the city shit
One thing I can’t stand is a petty hoe
Can’t keep your business to yourself, don’t go to telling folks
About where you been and how much pussy you be selling for
Don’t wanna see her with a telescope, tell ’em go

[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit it
Uh, T.I.P hit it, TC hit
Ay, I feel like we the new Dogg pound
Uh, she know Dolla gettin’ money now
Uh, I’mma pass her like Cam, yeah
I’mma pass her like Peyton
Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck
I got diamonds on my rib
Put some diamonds on my main bitch
Uh, in the Porsche so wavy
Put a Rollie on my lady
Dolla need a new baby
Yeah, she know Dolla stay litty
Still ain’t heard about Dolla?
You should come to my city

[Hook: B.o.B & Ty Dolla $ign]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah yeeaaahh)
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit, yeah
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh)
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Yeah yeeaahh)
Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeeah)
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here (Ooohhh)
Yeah yeaah, Dolla $ign


Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me


Taylor Gang – For More (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign, Raven Felix & Tuki Carter)


[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
We ain’t never gon’ fall off
We always stand tall in this thing
It’s the only way we know, it’s go hard, you feel me
Ayo Cap, what up, Ty what up
Raven I see you, Tuki, holla at em man let em know how we do

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Told her baby that I’ll be back for more
If the head good you know that I’ll be back for sure
You and I we been through the most
But you never gave up on me
You stayed by my side, you my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche, gave you the keys to the house
Introduced you to moms, girl
You should have my babies
We should start an empire, we can cuddle by the fire
Dolla getting money now, gotta get money now

[Bridge 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
And Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Woah
Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Yeah

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 2: Raven Felix]
I started young, I saw a lot
Never questioned if I wanted this bad enough or not
Coming up I never thought about the top
Now I’m getting closer to it every song I drop
Bumps in the road, still moving
I was taught to keep it pushing till you get through it
Quitting’s not an option, whats a boss to a queen
Nah, more like whats a queen to a goddess
That’s always been my mind state, got a taste
Now there ain’t no going back to the ways when we was unpaid
Unemployed, I never had no other choice
Had responsibilities that I couldn’t avoid

[Bridge 2: Raven Felix]
I, never imagined that it could happen this fast
Came in the game just turning nothing into something now we counting this cash
And I know the higher up that you get means its harder when you fall down
So we gotta stay up, stay up, we about to have it all now
Got me feeling like I

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 3: Tuki Carter]
I wake up on that get I, I push myself to get it
I make that product pack it up and seal it
Pump that volume if you with it
Draw it up and frame it, display it seal it
Stack some bread, (?) Action Jackson got it made like special ed
Some sexting got you vexing, so mad you sent a text
She sent a screenshot back like this nigga losing his mac
Dang, intimidated by money reiterate that he funny
You silly slacker I’m Taylor’d, I milly rock in some gators
I’m ice cold, chilly pimping don’t like hoes
A-Town stomping, itty bitty thick, booty bumping, shut up and say something
Make something, instead of hating on creative ways that make haters say negative bullshit
Most because they lost they woman to real niggas
So keep ya hustle on hustle, get the M’s up don’t struggle
I’m M&M’ing these suckers, you threw back candy in clusters
We move by state to state in these busses, to make our way on these fuckers
You charge the game up while they charge the lame up
Never put yourself down on the same ground that you would walk on
You diss that bitch you get your money and you walk along
You walk along, yea

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more


2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko)


[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here, this is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah


2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene Aiko)


[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah


Kent Jones – Sit Down (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Dicky & E-40)


[Intro: Kent Jones]
Get up, get up
Walked up in the building, seen too many bitches on the wall
Niggas on the wall

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down

[Post-Hook: Kent Jones]
Oh my God, oh my God
I don’t really know her huh? Know her huh?
She wanna come over huh? Over huh?
I’m already over her, over her

[Verse 1: Kent Jones]
When I’m in town she make sure that she see me, you understand?
I don’t know just how you niggas perceive me, you understand?
Throwing stones but you just wanna be me, you understand?
Ain’t them guys that you see on the TV, you understand?

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
Hey lil mama, you know you fuckin’ with a motherfuckin’ superstar
You know I pick your ass up in the foreign car
And fuck you right there in it like a porn star, yeah, yeah
Hey, why you so nasty?
She say "Dolla why you gotta be so nasty?"
She said "Dolla $ign, why you always stay high"
I say, "You ain’t ever lied, you ain’t ever lie"
I pull up on her, I got her choosey
Her man a loser, she in a real nigga presence
She want Dolla, she fuck with Dolla
She came for Dolla, pull up in that ‘Rari
She said "Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla
Why you spendin’ all your money on these bottles?"
Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla
No more ratchets for me, only models

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]
Off top I was getting ready, white boy like my mom Betty
I’m too nice for this game ese, I walked in there was confetti
Girls took to me already
Lil hoe with them dreads wanna go make whoopie
Go ball Eddy, Heartbreaker, y’all all petty
These bitches wanna get it ultra strength
Pay a ton, I’m jamming like I’m Kemp
Y’all all a bunch of fucking Detlef Schrempf’s
Showstopper, got flow poppin’
These hoes knockin’ down doors
Jockin’ my stones, moccasin flows
Stay on your toes
I’m better than better
I’ll get it on top like a header, that’s word
Little mama lookin’ at me, nine o’clock
And from the look of it that bitch need a vagina mop
And you mistook if you think we that gon’ designer shop
I’mma pull up like a bull up in the china shop, break you down
Chicken parmesan, how you want it, I’m cookin’
I got a nose for these hoes, I’m the Piglet of pussy
I gotta know if you pro, going down on my tooshie
Cause if you are then you’re probably too aggressive for Dicky

[Verse 4: E-40]
When I was a teen I scored a half a meal ticket
My team moved mean and they’ll smoke you like a brisket
Raised in the slums, in the sewer, in the gutter
Where shit ain’t sweet like unsalted butter
Make more paper than your daddy and your mother
Pulled up European, started with a fixer-upper
Throwing up signs like a third base coach
Baby she a dime, got a rump like a roast

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down


Bad bitch – Bebe Rexha feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics


Lyrics Bebe Rexha – Bad bitch

You’re sayin’ that your tired of all your empty habits
You want something that’s deeper ’cause you’re over the generics
You’re f*ckin’ with them basics when you really want the baddest
So come on, baby, get it, ’cause to miss it, it would be tragic.(bad bitch)

You say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad bitch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeahhh).

You know I can handle it
You know I can handle it
When you throw that thing back
Get me like collateral
You be goin’ all night
When you on that adderall
We be goin’ all night
When you on that adderall
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
You ain’t never average
Kissin’ double C’s on your back with the basic
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch versuri-lyrics.info
You ain’t never average
Center on the jeans with the center on back too.

You say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah).

I pay my own bills and I pay my own rent
‘Cause I’m indepe-, independent
I buy my own rings and I do my own things
‘Cause I’m indepe-, independent
I know it really hurts, I know it ain’t fair
You’re not allowed to touch, but you can stare
Know it really hurts, know it ain’t fair
So keep sayin’ your prayers.

You want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad bitch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle thisss.
Bebe Rexha lyrics
Video bitch


Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Money Showers (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)


[Intro]
Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is Dolla $ign, oh ya

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
10 bands for the prettiest bitch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga pretty new drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like election day
I make it rain on them hoes, I got that Amber vision
We in the back of the Rolls, her and Blac Chyna kissing
Give me a slice of the cake, I made it shower with dough
That’s a whole lotta bread, you know it had to be Joe
Cathedral ceilings in the crib, got sinners in it
I had bitches eating pussy like it’s dinner in it
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband
Bitch I fuck your man then give him back when I’m done, ugh
Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue
I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun
So if he fuck around and I don’t happen to cum
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from
Man these funny style bitches, I be laughing at them
Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun
Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti
On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party
Bitch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly
Who the fuck gave you your crown bitch? Steve Harvey?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Outro]
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain
(Why don’t all the ?)
(But why don’t all the treat her?)
(Why ?)
(But I like honesty what have I done to you ?)


2 Chainz – Lil Baby (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Get out my car lonely, take care the bar cover
Shawty got an ass so fat she got a scarf over it
I got them rocks on me, used to have blocks on me
Now I’m living for PETA cause I got a fox on me, ah
Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas
She come through this bitch with Chanel on her pumps
Apples in back of the trunk
You know I flex if I want
We gon’ bust stops on the highway
I got my hands on her thighs
I play with her pussy and listen to Sade
Told her to bring it here shawty
Told her to drop it there shawty
I’m from the belly of the beast
Remember I barely used to eat
Now that my weed is so loud you can hear it down the street
Pull up 10 cars deep, you can’t get rich off sleep

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I call her my lil baby
She act like a lil baby
She spoiled like it was the worst
She trip I buy her the suitcases
We make the screw faces
Had sex in a few places
Bedroom, living room
Bathroom, kid’s room and the basement
Straight shot, no chaser
You’ll always be my lil baby
Wanna know how your day been
Can’t wait to go bare skin
Stretch you out by the bear rug
Give you hugs by the fireplace
Going down like the fire escape
Estate with the iron gates
All the diamonds got a ping on ’em
Living life like a king don’t I
Walk around with your dream on me
Never front on your team homie
They say sex a weapon
Shit mine got a beam on it
My spinach got cream on it
Ty Dolla go on and sing on it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Lil baby, lil baby, ooh


DJ Mustard – Lil Baby (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
Nanana, oh nananana nana
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that thang too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’ll beat it right, I will
If it’s hard, take my time, I will
Hell yeah, you got the right idea
You let me hit it from the back like a Rottweiler
Girl I kill that punani
Hit it raw doggy in the morning
Give it to you everytime you’re horny
Every time I’ll pull it cocky got you put it on me
Got you screaming oooh oooh
Goddamn it girl you so nasty
And you know
I just can’t let you walk past me

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that thang too big", oh
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I put it on ya
Hit it to a swirl, break the ice out
Ain’t even with her, you gon’ wild out
I’m the only nigga that you talk ’bout, oh ya
Tell me who the coldest
Anybody record I get on is, on the radio like a Jonas
I’m about to check her then finesse her out of garments
Singing oohhhh
Goddamnit girl you so nasty
And you know
I’ll be right there when you ask me

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that ain’t too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
Nanana, oh nananana nana
Nananana, nanananana
Yeah, they know not what they do
But I’m still making moves
Tryna make some moves with you
And you know…

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that ain’t too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah


Taylor Gang – Brand New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa)


[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done, Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop
Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)


Sevyn Streeter – Fallen (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Cam Wallace)


[Verse 1: Sevyn Streeter]
If you keep on putting it down, you gon’ make me love ya
If you keep on putting it down, you gon’ make me stay
Ain’t no competition, you that nigga by far
Maybe you the best, got me going so hard

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter & Ty Dolla $ign]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does he stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you boy, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
But let me get it right now

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, how you got a nigga comin’ back
Got me lookin’, got me lookin’ with my lookin’ ass
And you know what you be doin’ when you walkin’ past me
Straight up, that ass too fat
Yeah, love when I pull on your hair
Love when you kiss me right there, aw
Way that you do is no fair
Way that you do is no fair

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does she stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now

[Verse 3: Cam Wallace]
I been thinkin’ ’bout your ass like all day
Grade school, way back in the hallways
Yeah, I think she finally get it
I used to wonder back then, let me finally hit it
It’s goin’ down, right now
You ain’t gotta say shit, don’t make a sound
Fuck, now I got the pussy in the ground
I’m swimmin’ in the pussy, I’ma drown
When I found her, shit, I thought I found love
Nah, better yet, I found drugs
Damn, now I’m gettin’ faded too much
Need to step back but that pussy so clutch
What, damn, this girl gotta hold on me
She got me singin’ like Jodeci
Like ma ma ma, ma ma ma
Oh, this Johnny Gill, fuck it man, that shit was ill

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
Ooh, I want it too, yet again
Ooh, even thought I know it’s bad, I keep runnin’ back to you, baby
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolla $ign, Cam, steady love

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does she stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now


Zara Larsson – So Good (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)


[Intro: Zara Larsson]
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
My love is more potent than anything in the cup that you’re holdin’
One little taste will have you open
Aye, I know you want some, you want some
Too strong, no limits
It’s not official, so take your time with it
It go straight to your head, control your mind with it
Aye, I know you want some, you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know that I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
My love, ain’t running out
Got a endless supply, there’ll never be a drought
I put you to sleep, you’ll never leave your house
Aye, I know you want, know you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know that I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, your love so good, girl
Got me comin’ back for seconds, what’s good, girl?
Got me clearin’ out my schedule, tryna link up
Girl you know you ’bout to get that thang beat up
When I pull up, you know what I came for
Dolla lay the pipe, keep some dope D for you
Put your body straight to sleep
I got you wakin’ up thankin’ me

[Chorus: Zara Larsson + Ty Dolla $ign]
You be, stuck on it ’cause my love so good
You got me stuck on that, your love so good
So you, keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelings, all emotional
Oooh yeah
My love, my love
My love
So good, so good, so good, so good
So good
You know my love is
Yeah
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is