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Lil Uzi Vert – I Can Show You Lyrics

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[Intro]
Uh, I’m working on dying
Yeah, let me know
Yeah, let it go (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I might move like a cobra
But I’m far from a snake (Snake)
Said I live in the moment (Moment)
Got an expensive taste
She tried to lie for the money, uh
Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah)
My chain straight from the ocean, uh
Your chain straight from the lake, yeah
Slam on her, O’Neal (Yeah)
I do not care how you feel (Woo)
And all my diamonds, they teal
White gold, but your chain steel (Woo)
Boy, you so broke, that’s real (Yeah)
Armstrong on the money like Neil
Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo)
Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel)

[Verse]
Um, yeah, we take the top off the foreigns
Take the top off, now she snorin’ (Skrrt)
Um, yeah, took my redbone on vacay’
Now she woke up and she orange (Vroom)
Um, yeah, I can tell them niggas fake
But I don’t know what he on (Ayy, ayy)
Um, yeah, he known to just make it rain
But I’m known to just make it storm (Woah, woah)
Um, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
None of these bitches I chase, uh
Bitch, I’m addicted to Chase, ayy (Woah)
Money stack up in my safe, ayy
Racks bustin’ out so it ain’t safe, ayy (Woah)
She wanna hit my weed but I told this girl, “This a face” (Ayy)
I swear y’all niggas, y’all late
Y’all turnin’ that Human Made right into BAPE, ayy
Uh, your pockets are weight
You try to keep up and them shits, they deflate, yeah
Okay, I got me a ‘Gatti, uh
Just in case you try to race (Ayy)
Okay, I know ’bout some bodies
But I put my hand on my face (Shh)

[Chorus]
I might move like a cobra
But I’m far from a snake (Snake)
Said I live in the moment (Moment)
Got an expensive taste
She tried to lie for the money, uh
Know that girl want my cake, ooh (Yeah)
My chain straight from the ocean, uh
Your chain straight from the lake, yeah
Slam on her, O’Neal (Yeah)
I do not care how you feel (Woo)
And all my diamonds, they teal
White gold, but your chain steel (Woo)
Boy, you so broke, that’s real (Yeah)
Armstrong on the money like Neil
Red stripes when I lift my shoe (Woo)
Red bottom on the bottom of her heel (Heel)
Uh

Marlo – Pointers Lyrics (feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan)

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pablo Juan, nigga
Let’s go

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
That thirty-six came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the Audi out
Beat the case, they can’t prove without a doubt
Pull up new Benz, tennis chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I’m the heavyweight, take that bitch on a dinner date
Hood nigga, the streets I authenticate
From the PJ’s, shoot the ball in the crate
Forty pointers on, now I can skate
I got on Cuban link, I’m plugged out in the BAPE
C’s my Cartier match Chanaynay
Nut in her mouth like a payday
Put an extra fifty rounds in the AK
I f**k and I’m gone, don’t give me no headache
Stuck, geeked off the lean like I meditate
Rari’ pull up, nigga, who wanna race?
She a freak, she like when I skeet on her face
She killin’ that pussy, I’m catchin’ a case
I can’t go broke I’m [?]
That Rollie gon’ tell me the day and the date
Diamonds hittin’ like Gervonta Davis

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Just bought a brick, came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the [?]
Glad I got rich, nigga, that without a doubt
Pull up, a new whip, tenant chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

[Verse 2: Marlo]
Marlo
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyer
When he asks about a body, I’ll straight up ignore him
Niggas be [?] real real [?]
Yeah, and the dope came with a Migos FN
And it must be two sides yeah, just me and my friends
Whippin’ that dope and it came out the water [?]
If a nigga play with the gang, and say my name
I will control their block, shots get popped, non-stop
Yeah, I will control that rock
For the money, power, respect the [?]
Yeah, we control the rock

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Just bought a brick, came with a .40 Glock
Got racks in the vault I forgot about
Four rings on, pushin’ the [?]
Glad I got rich, nigga, that without a doubt
Pull up, a new whip, tenant chain with the pointers
You f**k niggas ain’t gonna beat us, better join us
[?] cheerleader, all my bitches is foreign
I don’t even tell the truth to my lawyers
I need a thick bitch if she loyal
See the Wizard of Oz and the [?]
She a freak, she let me f**k her like a whore
She suckin’ that dick that’s a chore
She got some titties, she got a ass-galore
Blow the sack like I used to be poor
Kept my gun, same color door
Hood nigga, I f**ked that bitch on the floor

Ygtut – Get It Lyrics

[Intro]
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, what
Yeah

[Chorus]
Okay, I talk it, I lived it, I did it, I got it, and spent it
I blew it, finessed it, and flipped it
They gon’ feel this from the North, South, East, West
Get it, get it, get it

[Verse 1]
Hoe, don’t try to question, I’m a legend, this ain’t for debate
All these bitches want the BAPE, love the way I serenade
Carhartt jacket with my Carhartt T-shirt, gotta coordinate
Go hard, I got no heart for these bitches and I ain’t ashamed
Had to get the game in order, I was tryna reach a quota
Riding, tryna hide the odor, cops is just around the corner
Had to talk about the phony, wise man was talkin’ to me
Said, “Niggas fold like some bitches”
And that’s what the preacher told me
Aw shit, aw shit, y’all niggas makin’ me nauseous
Countin’ my money, you watchin’
Nigga, tell me why you all in my pocket?
Real life, ain’t no more fantasizin’, I gotta tell it like it is
‘Cause the realest niggas do the most f**k shit
Better never forget, true shit to the fake real

[Chorus]
Okay, I talk it, I lived it, I did it, I got it, and spent it
I blew it, finessed it, and flipped it
They gon’ feel this from the North, South, East, West
Get it, get it, get it
Okay, I talk it, I lived it, I did it, I got it, and spent it
I blew it, finessed it, and flipped it
They gon’ feel this from the North, South, East, West
Get it, get it, get it

[Verse 2]
Okay, I’m talkin’ on a hands free, got a bottle of that bubbly
Blunt between my hands, I’m slidin’ if you lookin’ for me
Your bitch want a chance, she wanna suck me like a Slushie
Damn, that girl is nasty, if she f**k me then she lucky
Leave her in the past-y
Tryna bump it up and we went from ashy to classy
Middle fingers up, I know you niggas thought you had me
We ain’t givin’ up, the coupe I’m in ain’t got a backseat
Now we movin’ up, I’m proud of us, they doubted us
They tried dividin’ us, we had to fight, that was a must
No coward in my blood, I’ll be a’ight, you know I’m tough
Lil’ bitch you know I’m TUT, I dig a diamond out the mud
This shit ain’t over until we won

[Chorus]
Okay, I talk it, I lived it, I did it, I got it, and spent it
I blew it, finessed it, and flipped it
They gon’ feel this from the North, South, East, West
Get it, get it, get it
Okay, I talk it, I lived it, I did it, I got it, and spent it
I blew it, finessed it, and flipped it
They gon’ feel this from the North, South, East, West
Get it, get it, get it

Lil Tecca – Sidenote Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

[Verse 1]
Uh, they statin’ opinions like niggas, like Reddit
Hit ’em with that slow gun, I had to go steady
And it’s us vers’ the world, lil’ baby, you ready?
I can see in your vibes, as soon as you meant it
And this life is a test, you better not test it
I’m ahead of these niggas like I’m playin’ chess
And bro got the Glock, he gon’ aim at your chesty
If he spray, he gon’ make you organic like pesties
The brand never switched up on me, that’s my bestie
Fuck all you niggas, y’all niggas is messy
She wanna kick it, kick it like Jet Li
Catch us a soul, I know that you feel me
I’m gettin’ this green, you know that I’m healthy
And they all on my
And then she be like, “God, oh my”
Every day and them niggas switch on my life

[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

[Verse 2]
She like, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it lil’ bit
Tecca Vercetti, I like your lil’ drip
Shawty, you buggin’, I got the big drip
I just made a song by the postal, lil’ snitch
And I just got a check, that’s more money to flip
Don’t fuck with your energy, I had to dip
Simple nigga, Apple Watch my wrist
I got BAPE on my body, Simons on my hip
How you hate on a nigga obsessed how you live?
Boy you messy, you might need a bib
And you gotta move ghost, niggas watch how you live
I took it as a sign, they told me I’m different
Fell love in my stuff, I was paintin’ a picture
Nah, that shit ain’t the same, lil’ bitch, I be distant
Show me the signs, I ‘member I missed it
Yeah, ‘member I missed it

[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

Moneybagg Yo – Wat U On Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Tay Keith
Run that back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
I balanced down and now I’m flying above
I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I’m filled up with suds
Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don’t wanna touch
You might can drip, but you don’t drip it like us

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the club
So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I’m balling, bitch
Fuck [?]
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I know some hittas that’s ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
I’m dripping, I’m leaking, I’m flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (I’m iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my passport (global)
I used to walk in the front door (then what?)
Finesse ’em and run out the back door (gone)

[Verse 4: Gunna]
We the bosses, you can’t boss over us
Get put in coffin, no more losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white with the pecan guts
I’ma ride, I’m the one you can trust
Homicide niggas stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young nigga booked up

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I’m a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong Kong
I’m rocking BAPE and they like King Kong’s
Stack them racks up every day of the month
If you ain’t getting money, leave me ‘lone, ‘lone
Make it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm, charm
Flooded AP on my arm, arm
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride foreign
If you ain’t getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my palms

[Outro]
Damn, Denaro

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
KSR
It’s Cardi, ayy
Said, “I’m the shit, they can’t fuck with me if they wanted to”

[Chorus]
Said, “Lil bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to”
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a nigga off, so don’t get comfortable, look
I don’t dance now, I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who? Let’s find out and see
Cardi B, you know where I’m at, you know where I be
You in the club just to party, I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much, I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck ’bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months, what bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes, don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say, “Goals,” bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE, I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe, my pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face, I’m like, “Okay”
I’ll let him get what he want, he buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip, when I go fast as a horse, I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street, know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth, hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills, I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me, their baby father run a bill

[Chorus]
Said, “Lil bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to”
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a nigga off, so don’t get comfortable, look
I don’t dance now, I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy, you get popped, you a goofy, you a opp
Don’t you come around my way, you can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts, turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip, I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go, this shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold, tell that lil bitch play her role
I just arrove in a Rolls, I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank, no, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know that none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak, only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s, now it’s a crib with a gate
Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes
Had to let these bitches know, just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail, another check from Mona Scott

[Chorus]
Said, “Lil bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to”
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get ’em both, I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick, cut a nigga off, so don’t get comfortable, look
I don’t dance now, I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance, I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak, that means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Azlyrics

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (At 2017 Mtv Vmas Pre-Show) (Live)

Azlyrics

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow (On Wendy) (Live)

Azlyrics

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

Vic Mensa – Rage

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Command, we’ve lost control
The engine’s bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently…
It’s just my luck
You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
I’m falling fast
I’m falling fast

[Chorus]
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

[Verse 1]
I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I’m sleeping
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin’
White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
And a train don’t stop and we ain’t have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is, I’m from where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
To technology, the problems we face, it’s so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
Almost slipped my knot, hope I don’t fall again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look into space
It’s heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don’t understand, still right in front of our face
I light a match, for the jets

[Chorus]
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

[Bridge]
Riding a burning road
Running low, not a soul who could know
It’s every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

[Verse 2]
I pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That’s fucking dumb
How many thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time
I’m tired of waiting
Tired of chasing pills that I’m tired of taking
Tired of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of saying "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the present, decided this shit’s a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to live
You could lose it any night
Or down it in a fit
Or win a championship game
As a man, I feel pain
As a king, I feel reign
Ask me how I deal with fame
As I write you from my basement
The cards ain’t changed yet
Niggas on 47, still dealing the same shit
Rocks, blow
Ducking cops and clothes
Came into the world naked
Now I’m in all this BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can’t even face time
I feel like it’s all wasted
The underground getting wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I’m not stable
But that boy do got horse power
Ignore hours
These days I lose track of days
Been years since I felt this way
Count on me to rage

[Outro]
Before the final flight
Before the final flight
I want you to rage
I want you to know, know you’re right

Cardi B – Bodak Yellow

Azlyrics

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 1]
Now she say she gon’ do what to who?
Let’s find out and see, Cardi B
You know where I’m at
You know where I be
You in the club just to party
I’m there, I get paid a fee
I be in and out them banks so much
I know they’re tired of me
Honestly, don’t give a fuck
‘Bout who ain’t fond of me
Dropped two mixtapes in six months
What bitch working as hard as me?
I don’t bother with these hoes
Don’t let these hoes bother me
They see pictures, they say goals
Bitch, I’m who they tryna be
Look, I might just chill in some BAPE
I might just chill with your boo
I might just feel on your babe
My pussy feel like a lake
He wanna swim with his face
I’m like okay
I’ll let him did what he want
He buy me Yves Saint Laurent
And the new whip
When I go fast as a horse
I got the trunk in the front
I’m the hottest in the street
Know you prolly heard of me
Got a bag and fixed my teeth
Hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
And I pay my mama bills
I ain’t got no time to chill
Think these hoes be mad at me
Their baby father want a feel

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

[Verse 2]
If you a pussy you get popped
You a groupie, you a opp
Bet you come around my way
You can’t hang around my block
And I just checked my accounts
Turns out, I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
I put my hand above my hip
I bet you dip, he dip, she dip
I say I get the money and go
This shit is hot like a stove
My pussy glitter as gold
Tell that li’l bitch play her role
I just a-rove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
I need to let all these hoes know
That none of their niggas is safe
I go to dinner and steak
Only the real can relate
I used to live in the P’s
Now it’s a crib with a gate
Roly got charms, look like frosted flakes
I had to let these bitches know
Just in case these hoes forgot
I just run and check the mail
Another check from Mona Scott

[Hook]
Said little bitch, you can’t fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get them both
I don’t wanna choose
And I’m quick cut a nigga off
So don’t get comfortable
Look, I don’t dance now
I make money moves
Say I don’t gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don’t speak
That means I don’t fuck with you
I’m a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves