Marlo – 4 Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 1]
Made a couple mil selling work, you know a nigga been signed to the streets, dawg (Streets, dawg)
Plannin’ bricks all day, yeah, shooter, street nigga with some paper
Sellin’ them bales by the acres, nigga whippin’ that dope like a slave, yeah
I’m on the top floor, I feel like I’m Pablo, got birds out the bando (Bando, bando)
I feel like a migo, I’m servin’ up people, my real name is Chico
I’m dodging the RICO, QC is the label
I f**k with the Migos, I f**k with Lil Baby, I been gettin’ them big boats
I been here in my city, girl, fly me some titties, let me see that you with it, girl

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, penthouse, naked, kickin’ shit, knowing that I’m rich now (That I’m rich now)
Nigga, f**k a nigga’s bitch now, hell naw I’m doin’ sit downs (Sit downs)
Twenty-four like the Waffle House (Waffle House), got the bricks going out now (In and out now)
Been in these streets all day, dawg, still ridin’ ’round with my K, dawg
PFK, we don’t play, dawg, shots to the back like Ricky (Ricky)
[?], nigga with the fitted, Chanaynay drip, I’m all in it (Chanel)
Givenchy, come and kick it, my pimpin’
Got the D’ussé, bitches sippin’ Henny

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

Adam Snow – 9 To 5 Lyrics (feat. Freddie Gibbs & Tedy Andreas)

[Intro]
For me the saddest thing when I see young people that have already like, given in, yeah I’m like, yeah, that’s the time you fight, that’s the time you should try and fail and try again and then it’s like, when you get you’re old, you’re like, at least I tried, didn’t work out, you know, so I said, “Look man I’m gonna go for it and if I end up [bleep] broke or poor, whatever, then f**k it, man, at least I tried, you know.”

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
If they stomach with a full clip
Different day but I proceed to repeat all the bullshit
9 to 5, they don’t pay the rent
Sick and tired, let’s go hit a lick
Get it lit, run up, shoot the brick
Put me in the mix, really ’cause I’ve smoked up all my shit, put me in the twist
f**k them niggas and these hollow tips
I forgive ’em but I can’t forget

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Can’t forget, VVS is all that I flex
And
Got a room in the Four Seasons

Smoking Dodi
Throwing things at the
Hundred things in this rental car

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
If they stomach with a full clip
Different day but I proceed to repeat all the bullshit
9 to 5, they don’t pay the rent
Sick and tired, let’s go hit a lick
Get it lit, run up, shoot the brick
Put me in the mix, really ’cause I’ve smoked up all my shit, put me in the twist
f**k them niggas and these hollow tips
I forgive ’em but I can’t forget

[Verse 2: Tedy Andreas]

Mike Stud – Honolulu Lyrics

[Hook]
I got a hotel suite you can slide on through
Hard D, soft sheets you can climb onto
We was jumping out a plane
Jumping off of boats
Same night, same chicks we be jumping off the most
If you want me to stay, then tell me to stay
You know if I’m running away, I’ll show you the way
You know I took one in the face, ain’t nothing to say
You know we been jumping off the most

[Verse 1]
Got me on the champagne
I been off the shits yeah you been on the same thing
Got me on my flex now
Got me walking around acting loud with my chest out
Like I ain’t let no one disrespect me yeah
I’ve been living right where you left me, yeah
Now I’m in Hawaii on a jet ski, yeah
Eh, I’m at the Four Seasons for another season
Got a pool in the room and the view’s scenic
I could make a couple calls if you wanna see it
Get you off girl, on the real

[Hook]
I got a hotel suite you can slide on through
Hard D, soft sheets you can climb onto
We was jumping out a plane
Jumping off of boats
Same night, same chicks we be jumping off the most
If you want me to stay, then tell me to stay
You know if I’m running away, I’ll show you the way
You know I took one in the face, ain’t nothing to say
You know we been jumping off the most

[Verse 2]
You right, you right
I haven’t grown up in a while
You right, you right, I haven’t grown up in a while
But she think getting high and fucking’s romantic
We could bust a move but we ain’t gotta go dancing
Drinking something old, fuck I’m on the grown man shit
Got me, got me on the grown man shit
Got me on the champagne
I been off the shits yeah you been on the same thing
Got me on my flex now
You been on the same ride

[Hook]
I got a hotel suite you can slide on through
Hard D, soft sheets you can climb onto
We was jumping out a plane
Jumping off of boats
Same night, same chicks we be jumping off the most
If you want me to stay, then tell me to stay
You know if I’m running away, I’ll show you the way
You know I took one in the face, ain’t nothing to say
You know we been jumping off the most

[Bridge]
And I age like Vino
She prefer Peeno
Got a bottle on me right now
It’s about to go down
Different night, same town
Eh, and I age like Vino
She prefer Peeno
Got a bottle on me right now
It’s about to go down
Different night, same town

[Outro]
Eh, take a walk now
Ain’t no way in hell now I’m ’bout to slow down
I ain’t saying anymore
You should know now, you should know now
You should know now, know now, know now
Yeah

Lil Yachty – 1 NIGHT lyrics

[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

[Verse]
I know you want this for life
Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ
Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice
You be calling all your homegirls like “I’m his wife”
Hell nah, you trippin’, reevaluate your life
I can’t love no bitch, every single ho is trife
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night
But I need you there
Promise that I need you there
Ain’t no other bitch gon’ fuck me like you do I swear
Put that on my gang I swear
I just can’t put you on front street like you want I know
But baby you is not no ho
And I put it on my gang I’m not no average joe
It’s Yachty from the block you know

[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

DJ Mustard – No Reason (feat. YG, Jeezy, Nipsey Hussle & RJ) lyrics

[Hook: yg]
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I’m in that [?] smokin’ like a Marley
[?] so loud soundin’ like a Harley
[?] in my hand but it ain’t a phony
Nobody get shot then it ain’t a party
Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt
I’m at the road dealer, I don’t need help
And the shit that I’m packin’ make the seat melt
[?] ridin’ shotgun on the seatbelt
My doors open up backwards, no way
No use talkin’ like you still **** with Jose
[?] got some bad ****es ****in’ with my Fungsway
So much rose gold, got thorns on it
Half a million dollar car for no reason
And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
I’mma ball on you ****as, I’m takin’ all of they ****es
Now they see they can’t be us, try to fly with us ****a
No facade my ****a, I’m zero tolerance ****a
Over two things, my folks and economy ****a
****As gotta be kiddin’, don’t ever challenge me ****a
Got a ****ed up ass temper, I’d prolly kill ’em
And I ain’t the one to start it but I’d prolly finish
If I don’t send him to the grave then it’s probably the dentist
Look ya’ll ****as should prolly listen
All I’m speakin’ is real shit, I should start a religion
Ya’ll lookin’ like ya’ll all on your feelin’s
When you see us in the club, all these bottles and ****es
**** It, I got money for the case, I got money for the ace
I got money for an eighth, I got money in the safe
‘Bout to pull it out and drop money on the [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

[Verse 3: rj]
They call me are motherfucker
If you with your broad you should cuff her
I saw my momma I’mma need three feet
Cause these ****es want pictures, ****as want somethin’ free
Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey
Slow poke, Joe Clark, ****a lean on me
Crushin’ only codeine, I be flirtin’ with the fuego
100 bottles, can’t even see the table
Dope fiend, a ****a screamin’ out the label
Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll
Hanging off the roof like what’s up with that ****
Suckin’ me and ****as [?] you in love with that ****
****As die for a lick, shots till we equal
I made it out the sand but it’s still [?] Pedro
I’m [?]

100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’
100 bottles in the club for no reason
100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason
****As start trippin’ boom bow, dope fiendin’

THEY. – Deep End lyrics

[Intro: Drew]
Goin’ off the deep end
Drownin’ for the weekend
We don’t need a reason
Put it all on me

[Verse 1: Drew]
No, I know ’round the way, that’s just how it is
Yeah, I do it for no reason, that’s just how it is
I deserve somethin’ different than the average
If you in town for the weekend
Give me your blessin’, I ain’t gon’ judge you
We don’t know better
I ain’t the only nigga, so there ain’t no pressure
Just come and get it, I know you’re ready
It’s automatic

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Post-Chorus: Drew]
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na

[Verse 2: Drew]
Long days, she been workin’ long days
Main nigga got no juice, she been waitin’ on this all week
Four Seasons, get it poppin’ off like Pompeii
Parked up, Mauro, she wanna get up on me in the broad day
Shit, real shit, did that one time
Your type be catchin’ them feelings, they never on time
I ain’t been trustin’ no bitches in Rio, way back in ’09
We gonna see if with me if, you keep it together or not

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Outro: Dante]
Let’s go, so now
Shit way too simple, so we gon’ do this one time for the one time
So your man, when he bump this shit
He know exactly why you left his ass at home
He ain’t just give it to you last here on the first night
So you and your friends think you slick
You really thinking that they ain’t got that shit figured out
Know what I’m just sayin’?
I ain’t here to judge you, but I understand
I been around shit, believe me
Old times, you know what this is about
This ain’t nothin’ different than what you thought it was
Drowning for the weekend

DJ ESCO – Fuk Faces Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Me and lil’ mama, we exchange the fuck faces
Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy
Coolin’ you down, you makin’ me win

[Bridge: Future]
Me and lil’ mama, we exchange the fuck faces
Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy
Jump in the Benz, turnin’ all 10
Coolin’ you down, you makin’ me win
Took her to Chanel, she lost her mind, went crazy
Introduced her to the real diamonds, no fugazy

[Verse 1: Future]
Chrome heart, clip, frame, that’s when you know you made it
Only way you drive it, if it’s turbo, baby
I get NBA money, KD
I can go 100 rounds, nigga, don’t play me
Designer all the way down, bitch, slay me
Automatic drip, AK me
Baddy, baddy, better than Janet Jackson
Feed ya racks, what ya expect?
Got Stella McCartney, down your back
Grey Poupon, thanks to the connect
Canary stones all on your neck
Tough man ’til morning, give me respect
Bendin’ it over, girl, I’m obsessed
Keepin’ me focused, I’m impressed

[Chorus: Future]
Wipin’ off your Louie V, bitch
Hermès on your feet, bitch
Dior on your sleeve, bitch
Red wine when you sleep, bitch
Wipin’ off your Louie V, bitch
Hermès on your feet, bitch
Dior on your sleeve, bitch
Red wine when you sleep

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m a motherfuckin’ king, what you expect?
Yeah, my Prada fanny pack is a pet
Get the bust down Patek like you Barti
I’ma spoil you like a brat, you a Barbie
Hermès on my elbows down to my knees, bitch
Look down at your stilettos, double C’s, bitch
Drivin’ a big B with the wings on your seat, bitch
Wanna be down on my team, can’t be a weak bitch
Gotta tell me all your secrets, can’t be sneaky, bitch
If you tired, drink tequila and get freaky, bitch
We woke up in the sky, G60
‘Fore you tell me a lie, we could fix this
Found too many diamonds to get seasick
Presidentials for my daughters and my nieces
Treated you just like family, that’s how I keep it
I’m a man of my word, meet me at the Four Seasons
Step your passport up, I pledge allegiance
Get your Visa paid for if it’s needed
I can’t see your ex-nigga, ain’t no reason
We all learn and we live and it’s needed

[Chorus]
Wipin’ off your Louie V, bitch
Hermès on your feet, bitch
Dior on your sleeve, bitch
Red wine when you sleep, bitch

[Outro]
Me and lil’ mama, we exchange the fuck faces
Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy

Chris Brown – Only 4 Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds)

[Intro: Verse Simmonds]
You know what time it is
Legendary
And I brought some of my friends with me
Like they here, here go, huh

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]
Told her, you ain’t gotta tell no lies, girl, you ain’t gotta tell no lies
I don’t wanna be the one who judge you, baby, it’s your life
I ain’t gon’ gas you up, girl but that ass on fire
And I know you got a man, but fuck that nigga nine (uh-huh)
All these niggas tryna holla
I’m ain’t tryna waste your time, tryna bother
I just wanna come through, do you got friends?
I ain’t tryna press you, do you got plans?
Room 112 at the Four Seasons
Left the key downstairs, get it on your way in
She said, "I ain’t got no panties on"
And you gon’ leave with no panties on

[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds & Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ty Dolla $ign)]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (me yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You smell that girl perfume on my pillow
I said, "Don’t worry ’bout it", ain’t got nothing to do with us
I knew as soon I hit it more than once
I gave you the wrong impression, still haven’t learnt my lesson
That love is good as a motherfucker, girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, I got you sprung and I’m up, aw yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (let’s switch ’em up)
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds]
Faces in my pillow case (all of these faces)
Mascara on my sheets, sheets (oh, oh, ooh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh (just me, me, me, oh, woah, yeah, yeah)
Tonight, only for me, me, me (all me, all mine, tonight your mine, yeah, yeah, girl)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You see my phone ringing when I’m asleep
You know it’s them other girls, I come around you all the time
And you can’t believe that it’s your best friend
And you say, "How could you cheat with them hoes?" Woah
I should have been, told her, I had a couple of her friends over
We started drinking, I wish I would have stayed sober
We started dancing, they started fooling
Straight to the bed, then we started fucking, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds, Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing (same thing)
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing (ooh, oh, oh)
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (real one)
I switch ’em up, just like a million (yeah, hey, oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case (yeah)
Mascara on my sheets (oh, oh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (only for me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (only for me)
Tonight, tonight

[Bridge: Verse Simmonds]
Yeah, only for me
Verse, for me, Ty, for me, Breezy
Hey, only for me
This goes out to all the girls, for me, hey, yeah
She gon’ drop that ass only for me (woo)
She gon’ pop that pussy only for me (woo)
Yeah, yeah, dance, dance, dance do it only for me, do it (do it)
Dance, dance, dance do it only for me, huh (do it)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

THEY. – Deep End

[Intro: Drew]
Goin’ off the deep end
Drownin’ for the weekend
We don’t need a reason
Put it all on me

[Verse 1: Drew]
No, I know ’round the way, that’s just how it is
Yeah, I do it for no reason, that’s just how it is
I deserve somethin’ different than the average
If you in town for the weekend
Give me your blessin’, I ain’t gon’ judge you
We don’t know better
I ain’t the only nigga, so there ain’t no pressure
Just come and get it, I know you’re ready
It’s automatic

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Post-Chorus: Drew]
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na

[Verse 2: Drew]
Long days, she been workin’ long days
Main nigga got no juice, she been waitin’ on this all week
Four Seasons, get it poppin’ off like Pompeii
Parked up, Mauro, she wanna get up on me in the broad day
Shit, real shit, did that one time
Your type be catchin’ them feelings, they never on time
I ain’t been trustin’ no bitches in Rio, way back in 09′
We gonna see if with me if, you keep it together or not

[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry

[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Outro: Dante]
Let’s go, so now
Shit way too simple, so we gon’ do this one time for the one time
So your man, when he bump this shit
He know exactly why you left his ass at home
He ain’t just give it to [?] on the first night
So you and your friends think you slick
You really thinking that they ain’t got that shit figured out
I’m just saying
I ain’t here to judge you, but I understand
I been around [?]
Old times, you know what this is about
This ain’t nothin’ different than what you thought it was
Drowning for the weekend

Locksmith – Helpless (feat. Olamide Faison)

Yeah…

[Verse 1]
My grandmother said that my cellphone is demonic
I’d rather respond with a laugh then take a stand
The honesty you found in that statement is ironic
You pray to god then worship our data plans
We kneel at the social media alter
Confessing every sin and condemning those that faltered
Falsify life that we like and receive [?] of likes
In hopes to hype the excitement that we exhausted
And jump at the first chance of distraction
And try to avoid real human interaction
We indulge and divulge all of our passion and
Passing our past thoughts and toss aside our compassion
Imagine if you had to look a person in his eyes
No hand-picked profile picked for your disguise
No false sense of pride or reside of hiding
Just a soul possessed and the skin you arrived in

[Hook]
Did I fall in?
Can you see?
What I’m caught in?
Is it me?
Where does it leave?
Is this a dream?
It seems so real
Feels like I’m lost

[Verse 2]
My other grandmother raised a family in the war zone
A foreign country that was war prone
The contra scandle had a handle on that region
When my uncles came here to them Richmond was the Four Seasons
After work walking on bissel
Bullets mean less when you used to dealing with missiles
And it’s hard to fall asleep when there’s bombs exploding nightly
And the stress you get to witnessing deaths scars your psyche
And it’s likely been caused by the very country you came to
Rearranged the sight only to find you got the same view
You had a dream still none of it came true
See the land of opportunity only contains you
And it’s futile for you, pal, so you plow, the avenue
Now…and try to do more but every door they shoot down
If you drowned and it was meant to be
Essentially can only try for so long
‘till you break down eventually

[Hook]
Am I stalling?
Is it me?
Is it calling?
Can you see?
Where does it leave?
Is this a dream?
It seems so real
Feels like I’m lost

[Verse 3]
For every breath that is exhaled I excel
Passed the point that they thought I would ever reach
If any person in my life doesn’t mesh well
I separate before trust is ever breached
‘cuz sometimes being smart is being selfish
And self preservation is key
They try to equate modesty with being helpless
But those are very different traits to me
If you speak how you feel then they bill you as crazed
If you stick to your guns that will become praised
If you phase by the thoughts and opinions of other people
You can only get as far as they say, or how they see you
But it’s lethal how they leave you in a lurch
For what it’s worth, no matter what, you’re never considered equal
So deceitful how to speak to the ones that state a mission
You either pay the price or pay attention

[Hook]
Am I falling?
Can you see?
What I’m caught in?
Is it me?
Am I stalling?
Is it calling?
Can you see?

Wale – Heaven On Earth (feat. Chris Brown) (Shine Album)

[Intro: Wale & Chris Brown]
Come fly with me, yeah
You’re the one I been waitin’ for
This is all I got, girl, I saved it all for you
Usin’ real emotions you can’t ignore
That you’ve been lovin’ all night

[Verse 1: Wale & Chris Brown]
Yeah, pour some Patron, have a cup with me
Come by the crib, keep me company
Don’t worry ’bout bitches who buggin’ me
Girl, if you fuck with me, just come and fuck with me (goddamn)
I can put it on you, I just need me a change
Goddamn, must got mirrors on you, I see me in the plans
Fuck the club, girl, I’ve been ready to go
Got the Uber waitin’, we can head to the door
Yeah, Four Seasons or a room at The Ritz
I’ma show you this is as real as it gets
Take me out the game, you might even do it (Yeah, we gon’ see, right)
Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo and Louis
It’s on me

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Wale]
You’d be my heaven on Earth
My love, my forever, my first
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse, oh
You’d be my heaven on Earth (my heaven on Earth)
My love, my forever, my first, oh
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse (yeah, gift and my curse)
Fly with me

[Verse 2: Wale]
If heaven had a height, she would be that tall (mmm)
Exceed that far, you see my scars (mmm)
I see your flaws, I see no problem
I know we’re not gods, so we all got ’em
She a introvert, still good in public
I’m not a socialite, so sure she love it
I would tell you more, no lyin’ or nothin’
Maybe I like to pick fight just to write about ’em
Maybe you right, you a good muse
Lemme right a couple wrongs, couple hooks, boo
No post make-say, ’cause that gon’ make me wait
I just go below your waist for the good food

[Bridge: Wale]
With me, yeah
And with you I’m tryna be, with
So I’m at your door again
And it’s just past 4 AM
And I hope you phone ain’t ringin’ (haha)
So when love’s in your reach
To whole share a key (Wale)
And the moon is in the sky
And it’s cool ’cause she can fly
So pull up on me, pull up on me
And keep doin’ your thing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Wale]
You’d be my heaven on Earth
My love, my forever, my first
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse, oh
You’d be my heaven on Earth (my heaven on Earth)
My love, my forever, my first, oh
I know you’re not perfect, but girl, you’re still worth it
I swear you’re my gift and my curse (gift and my curse)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
You’d be my heaven on Earth
My love, my forever, my first, oh
You’d be my heaven on Earth
I swear you’re my gift and my curse

Lil Yachty – 1 Night Lyrics

[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

[Verse 1]
I know you want this for life
Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ
Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice
We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice
You be calling all your homegirls like "I’m his wife"
Hell nah, you trippin’, reevaluate your life
I can’t love no bitch, every single ho is trife
I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night
But I need you there
Promise that I need you there
Ain’t no other bitch gon’ fuck me like you do I swear
Put that on my gang I swear
I just can’t put you on front street like you want I know
But baby you is not no ho
And I put it on my gang I’m not no average joe
It’s Yachty from the block you know

[Hook]
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
But I can’t have no wife
I just want you for the night

Young Dolph – Whole Lot

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

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

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

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

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

Young Dolph – Whole Lot (Gelato Album)

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

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

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

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

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

Young Dolph – Whole Lot Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Dae Dae – Black Lives Matter (feat. London On Da Track) (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
No justice, no peace huh?
Just put your hands up and say don’t shoot bro
(We got London on the track) boom

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (Balmain)
(I just don’t know, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face the reason, why?
Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 1]
You killing my skin (black)
You killing my colors (blue)
You killing my niggas (my kind)
Crazy motherfucker bitch
Like what is your reason? (really?)
I rap for a reason (I do)
I trap for a reason (my kids)
This shit here easy, no-no
My president black (Barack)
My bank account loaded (racks)
My credit is whack, I feel like they holding (on me)
Trayvon we miss you
I hope you listening (yeah)
This shit ridiculous
I had to mention it
But shame on you (shame on you)
I didn’t wanna blame you (didn’t wanna blame you, no-no)
But they tried to frame me (for real)
And I get to aiming (they Glocks)
The reason why I’m saying this cause

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (the color of my skin)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
(I just-I just don’t fuck with you, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 2]
You blood or you crip? (what)
You thugging or what? (huh?)
You busting or what? (scrap)
It’s us against them (c’mon)
Got no fear in my heart (no)
I don’t like how they shot that man that they chased on the ground
And I don’t like how killed that innocent lady on World Star
(On World Star, on World Star, on World Star)

[Bridge]
No-no-no-no, Eric Garner
No-no-no-no, Michael Brown
No-no-no-no, Freddie Gray
No-no-no-no, Alton Sterling
Sandra Bland
The message that I’m tryna tell you

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Outro]
Four Seasons, Four Seasons, Four Seasons

Kap G – Freakin N Geekin

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 1]
I got ’em kissing, two video vixens
She want attention, she touching on my dick print
I got a mixed bitch, she pulled up with her best friend
Her daddy king pin, he can get the bricks in
I throw a party at the mansion like it’s Run’s house
When I’m in Benihana’s gotta get that [?] sauce
She got that [?], now take your Uggs off
Now take your [?] off, now give me [?]

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

[Verse 2]
Hold up, nice to meet you
Yeah you know they call me "Take Your Bitch"
And I [?] R.I.P. to [?]
Ain’t no wasting time with anything I do, I make a check
Ain’t no wasting time I think she wanna bang, she wanna
I think she geekin’, yeah she like my wrist and
Yeah I send a DM, maybe we can be friends
She from Cleveland, her cousin from Four Seasons
I think she cheatin’, tell I see she creepin’

[Hook]
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
I got her freakin’ for the weekend
Throw a pool party, throw her off the deep end
Got her geekin’, I got that lil bitch geekin’
I got her freakin’, I got that lil bitch freakin’
Got her geekin’ for the weekend
Got her geekin’ for the weekend

Future – Drippin

[Intro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
DJ EscoMoeCity, the coolest DJ on the motherfuckin’ planet
Aye, aye, aye

[Hook]
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
I’m a big timer, baby, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me, baby, how you love that?
Got bottles on me right now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Verse 1]
I’m drippin’ flavor, you just a traitor
No sports agent, I am a player
I’m at the Four Seasons like I’m on vacation
Tryna count some paper everyday I wake up
I can’t get no sleep, I’m runnin’ these bands way up
Louboutins on my feet gettin’ laced up
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, it’s perfect timer
Hublot wrapped around my wrist, I’m tryna find her
I got fine bitches on me just like Chyna
Here’s a chance for you to prove it girl, line up
Ain’t no pressure, got a drapper bustin’ diamonds
If you care about her, put her in designer

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
I could pay your rent right now, how you love that?
I could pay your bills right now, how you love that?
I buy you a brand new car, how you love that?
I’m standin’ on the bar, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
We came in VIP, how you love that?
Got a money counter on me baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

[Bridge]
Foreign automobiles, spinnin’ these wheels, yeah-yeah-yeah
Take the top off a seal, take the top off a seal and pour it
Make me some Codeine I want it, make me some bars I want it
I got a feelin’ she want me like I want her

[Hook]
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Shawty want a taste of the high life
Toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
We toastin’ up right now, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Actavis and red, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?
Ace of Spade Rosé, how you love that?

[Outro]
You need that drip, you wanna drip
I show you drip, I’mma get on that drip
Like to drip, they like to drip
You wanna drip, you know we drip
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em, baby, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?
I’m drippin’ on ’em now, how you love that?

Young Dolph – Foreva (feat. T.I.)

[Intro]
Hey who is that?
Who is that right there?
Hey whats up lil’ mama?

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
She a good girl but she bad so I’m confused (damn)
Fuck it, I’ma shoot my shot got nun ‘ to lose (fuck it)
I said "what’s up my name is D"
She said "nigga you lyin’, yo name Dolph"
Okay you know me? Then let’s go pull off
Jump in this coupe and let’s go and get lost
Took you to my hood but you was scared
I started laughin’ then you got mad
Bet you never been with a nigga like me
Give a fuck about bitches count skrilla like me
We started off havin’ fun though
You asked me where I keep my gun though
Uh, I don’t wanna talk about that
Why that ass so fat and why you walk like that?
I’m just a lil nigga out here havin’ it
All of my niggas, they savages
Guess what I did last weekend ?
Bitch I made your boyfriend’s salary

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I can’t say no
Bitch real thick like clay though
I got Hi-Tec in my faygo
Heard you got strippers on payroll
Nigga I got killers on payroll
My lil mama mad at me, said she don’t like the way that I’m livin’
She hate to see cough medicine, say she don’t like the way that I’m sippin’
I was drinkin’ this shit 10 years before I met you, lil mama you trippin’
Wait a minute, hold up it’s me
Wait a minute, roll up the weed
Wait a minute, roll up my sleeves
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Kickin’ shit in the trap like Bruce Lee
When I walk in they be like "who’s he?"
When I walk out they be like "what the fuck?"
What the fuck is that lil nigga drivin’?
All my niggas, they ridin’
All of these bitches be lyin’
Lil fly nigga plus my bitch fly so together we flying

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Pussy nigga hatin’ pulled up beside me
She pulled out a purse,rolled the window down told the pussy nigga bust a move, ain’t shit to try
Stayed down for a nigga on a gun charge
Went to jail with a nigga on a dope case
I told the girl how much I love ya, I’d die for ya, wouldn’t think twice, told me "boy go pull weight"
And when I told her ballin’ on these hoes ain’t shit to do
10 million dollars on the crib, all that for you
When you ain’t even got to ask me where I’m puttin’ my dick
Cause odds are you gon’ be with me when I’m getting seduced
You know penthouses full of your WCW’s
And St. Regis, Four Seasons, Londons, and W’s
And Rolls-Royces, Benzes, i.e. BMWs
Spend that cake if I’m in love with you hey
Hey you gon’ find it hard to get
Someone goin’ hard at TIP
But lil boy we started that
Closer where we are, and you a part of that
And apologies if you gave me your heart
And I turned around, gave you a heart attack
God damn, I’m a dog for that
Breakin’ up? Came too far for that
I keep it real though

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

RiFF RaFF – Always Up (feat. Yung Lean) (Balloween Album) letras

[Intro: Yung Lean]
Love it though

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

[Verse 1: Yung Lean]
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling I’m getting money
Ain’t a damn thing funny
Fuck you bitch, I be stunting
Neon lights up in my face
Always move to the next place
Dora on my fucking neck
Cuban link up on the Cuban
Rolling doobies acting stupid for my set
Shawty wet (splash)
Bitch I’m up next
I’m always up to something
I leave you with nothing
Guess what I feel it’s nothing
Fuckboys [?]
Heuer on my wrist
Bitches acting slick
Shawty on my dick and I love when she [moves it?]

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah top down for traitors
Flossing in Navigator
Balling like the Lakers
Kobe Bryant more paper
Hopped up freezers
Fifteen my speakers
Candy funky Four Seasons
Two beds for status
Recline in North Dallas
[?] at the purple palace
Las Vegas living lavish
I eat Versace salad

[Hook: Yung Lean]
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next
I got a fetish for the money
I’m always up when it’s sunny
I’m rolling, she acting funny
She dressed up like a bunny
Cuban ’round my fucking neck
Shawty give me sex
She be popping X
I think that I’m up next

Schoolboy Q – That Part (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Quarter million, switchin’ lanes, that part
Bet my bitch move the same old thing, that part
405 with the gun off safe, that part
Ayy I’m still tryna make that plate
Rich or poo nigga, pick your fate
Style on top of style, nigga
Five years I’ve been rich, nigga
Drove Bimmers down Fig, nigga
Pushed Porsches down Broadway
I’ve been divin’ in different hoes, nigga
Got a chain that’s worth the Rolls, nigga
Got an engine back with the top in it
Nigga drivin’ it like it’s a bomb in it

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe
I just left the strip club, got some glitter on me
Wifey gonna kill me, she the female OJ
Y’all don’t feel me, man this ain’t okay
Four Seasons, take a shower, new clothes, I’m reloaded
Rich nigga, still eatin’ catfish
That bitch ain’t really bad, that’s a catfish
If I walk up out of Saks Fifth
Have the paparazzi doin’ back-flips
If I lay you down on the mattress
Blow the back out ’til you backless
Thick, we already established
She just got ’em done, bra-strapless
Yeah! Okay
Okay, okay, okay! (That part)
Beggars can’t be choosers, bitch this ain’t Chipotle (That part)
Nigga with an attitude, I feel like O’Shea (That part)
Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I’m back and poppin’
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

Few million made and still ain’t changed, that part
Me, my girl got matchin’ bling, that part
I’mma get so blowed, I’mma lose my brain, that part
Me and XO only thing go straight
Need me a bitch that’ll go both ways
Style on top of style, nigga
Since a youngin’ I wanted to ball, nigga
Had a pistol in my drawls, nigga
When I was broke, I had the sauce, nigga
Got a Chevy with side to side on it
Hundred spokes, the dang-d-dangs on it
Got a chopper to stand the fire too
I put your Uzi down beside you

Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy! That part
That part
That part

Walkin’, livin’ legend, man I feel like Kobe (That part)
I just dropped 60, man I feel like Kobe
Lamar was with me, man I feel like Kobe
Pimpin’ at my weddin’, man I feel like Jordan
Trippin’ at my weddin’, I be runnin’ away
Ain’t say shit, nigga
You was listenin’ close though
You was listenin’ to hoes though
You wouldn’t listen to the flow though
Listen to the ‘Go
Listen to a young nigga from the ‘Go though
I’ma freestyle this mothafucka, who knew?
When I’m with my niggas, nigga, ScHoolboy Q
And uh, Top Dawg, call Top Dawg
Get that nigga on the phone
Top Dawg on the phone!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy! Hah!