Juice WRLD – Goyard Bag Lyrics

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[Intro]
Brand new bag, runnin’
You know it’s Mitch Mula

[Verse]
I just got a new bag, runnin’
Count up cash, runnin’
That’s your ass dummy
That’s your ass, dummy
I just got a brand new bag, runnin’
Count that cash, runnin’
Pop them tags or somethin’
Shake that ass or somethin’
I just got a Goyard bag
Put 20k in the Goyard bag
Keep a mini-AK in the Goyard bag
When I leave for L.A., I don’t ever come back
Still take my Goyard bag
Put 20k in the Goyard bag
I met this bitch from Georgia, she was gorgeous
So I fucked her in the morning, till the morning
I been balling, Michael Jordan, Kyrie Irving
Off the Bourbon in the ‘burbs, swervin’ in Suburban
I ball like Julius Erving, I deserve it
I see snakes in the grass, but it’s fuck a serpent, ayy
She left me for my brother, guess I fucked a serpent, ayy
Talking down to me are you or are you certain, ayy
Percies in the lean, I’m a different person
I’m falling apart, yeah, I deserve it
I drunk drive all the time, yeah I stay swervin’
I feel like a picture cause I stay curvin’
I just got a new bag runnin’
Count up cash runnin’
That’s your ass, dummy
That’s your ass, dummy

Ygtut – Bad Guys Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweet, sweet memories

[Verse 1]
Bout to run it up, run up and get done up
Crazy nigga, what the f**k
Sweet as honey, he a honey nut
Damn I miss my parents, swear that we don’t talk enough
What we did was illegal but they know it had came in clutch
Doing this for my people, we all gotta be equals
Them crows be flying low, I’m high enough I can see you
Oochie wally bang, Gucci wallet or a Louis pouch
Ain’t shit change but my change, it be quiet now
My nigga

[Hook]
The bad guys, the realness, the struggle
The good times, you feel this, the hustle
Sweet, sweet, sweet memories
Remember? Yeah I remember, the bad guys

[Verse 2]
Out of jail, out on bail, nigga hell yeah
I was in that cell, swear that it was hell there
I was in that county, baby boo beside me
I know Jesus saves but I can’t help just doing what pays
You feel me?
To tell the truth, think I’m stuck in my ways
Living off adrenaline, on tour for a couple of days
‘Til my papa calls, saying I should make me some changes
“You keep taking these chances
Man are you brave or you brainless?”

[Hook]
The bad guys, the realness, the struggle
The good times, you feel this, the hustle
Sweet, sweet, sweet memories
Remember? Yeah I remember, the bad guys

[Bridge]
I know you trying to be somebody
I know you wanna eat
I know you trying to be somebody
I know you wanna eat

[Verse 3]
I’m just like Kyrie Irving, I be facilitating
I’m making plays round the city, you looking at the greatest
Your bitch a newborn virgin, yall niggas still dating
I be that real ass nigga what y’all be imitating
Be yourself lil nigga so you’ll be all you can be
I swear them fake ass niggas just some shit we don’t need
Because fake ass niggas get fake ass digits
And fake ass playas get a real playa hating ’em

[Hook]
The bad guys, the realness, the struggle
The good times, you feel this, the hustle
Sweet, sweet, sweet memories
Remember? Yeah I remember, the bad guys

Mir Fontane – Next Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next
Cause I’ve got right now
This time right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!
Cause I’ve got right now
My time is right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!

[Verse 1:]
f**k being humble, I’m talking heavy
I’m a beast that made it out the f**king belly
Gunshots, 40 Glock confetti
See they tried to kill me like I’m Machiavelli
Ain’t shit sweet, ain’t no Ben And Jerry’s
I come from the side where it’s very scary
Make ya palms itch and make ya hands sweaty
I grew up with Jason, went to school with Freddy
I swear I’m worth ‘bout a hundred mill
Ain’t pop a pill for no record deal
Lil’ homie keep the twin choppers for the funny business
Call it Key and Peele
Bad bitches doing hula-hoops, just wanna be ‘round some rap niggas
Relax yourself, let ya titties loose
I don’t kiss ass, but my ass kisser
Kyrie Irving, got the green on me
Got some shit you never seen homie
My JET Beauty, she a gangsta bitch, known to keep a couple magazines on her
Youngin’ grew up in the projects, picture Iraq and just use that for context
Niggas act like they ain’t witness the process
Everyday Struggle like I work for Complex

[Chorus:]
I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next
Cause I’ve got right now
This time right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!
Cause I’ve got right now
My time is right here, this how it’s going down
Watch how I dance on ‘em, you know I ain’t playing with ‘em
They f**k with the best
And I don’t give a f**k ‘bout who got next!

Mir Fontane – Blue Lyrics

[Chorus:]
Last night was my last night with you
There’s way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I’d die if you wasn’t my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
I’ve got all this ice on me
Married to the game they throwing rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me

[Verse 1:]
Bitch, I come from the side
And I wear it like a throwback
I got you a gift, it’s a L and you can hold that
I’m a project baby, project baby like I’m Kodak
Dance with the devil and you’ll never get ya soul back
Ain’t nobody tell me that the devil wearing Gucci
All her friends are dead, her favorite rapper Lil Uzi
All she wanna do is just use and abuse me
Bitch I’m doing good and I was left off Bad And Boujee
Bitches love to lie and pretend that they love us
Take a ride with me, I’ll show you where you got me f**ked up
Feel like Jason Kidd nigga, how he got the Bucks up
Got so much Rhymes, I should share the name with Busta
I don’t f**k with you, tell the truth, I don’t trust ya
Just headbutt a building and please forget my number
Heard you out here plottin’, I looked at you as a brother
Had to get the bag, had to take over the summer
You know when that liquor get into me, I be swervin’
Call my lil’ baby and lay-up like Kyrie Irving
Ask me what’s my next move, I just say I’m workin’
Know them niggas lurking, got the pistol to my curtain
I care too much when I’m sober
This $ide done made me colder
These streets like the end of October
Better run if he reach under his shoulder
You still in the city lookin’ for a cash-out
Heard every week and you drunk and show ya ass out
Shawty got a sugar daddy, still live at her Dad’s house
If you got them bands out, she out there with her hands out

[Chorus:]
Last night was my last night with you
There’s way more than life than getting high with you
Used to think I’d die if you wasn’t my boo
But my heart turned blue and my bills did too
I’ve got all this ice on me
Married to the game they throwing rice on me
Gotta live for the ones who bet they life on me
When I stopped going to church, got Jesus Christ on me

Post Malone – 40 Funk lyrics

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky (Stoney)

[Verse 1]
I popped a molly, switching lanes
I’ma pull up in this bitch, exotic (skrrt)
Lean in Sprite and gin in tonic
These bitches erotic
She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket (yeah)
Another 40, I should stop it (woah)
Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
But I don’t mind it, I kinda like it
Young and wild
We killing shit, we live this shit
I ain’t go to school
They ask me how I live like this
I did my shit, 20 this year
And I’m only getting older ’til I’m in the dirt (I’m in the dirt)
How I hold a grudge with two 40’s all in my hand (all in my hand)
But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade my man
You and your friends

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky

[Verse 2]
Gimme the 40
So I can be cool, yeah
Pass me the molly, ayy
I wanna them too, no
I can’t get enough
Man, I’m popping them shits and I’m dropping them hits
The music, the liquor that’s why I exist
And the money, but let’s skip the obvious shit
Ain’t living too long if I’m living like this
Early morning waking up with the sweats
Going through shit I ain’t never forget
But nothing I do, will I ever regret
I need me that cheque, I need me that chronic
I don’t remember, tell me what’s my name?
Drinking, swerving in the other lane
Fucking zooted drinking acid rains

[Chorus]
40 got me funky (funky)
I popped a molly (molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I’m Michael Jordan and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain’t got no worries (ain’t got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (kami)
Another 40
I’m Kyrie Irving and bitch, I’m scoring
Drank two 40’s
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain’t got no worries

[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky

Trippie Redd & A1Billionaire – Rookie Of The Year

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooo, yeah
Ay, Big 14 bitch
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (and I’m swervin’)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (in suburban)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (sauce a bitch)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Big 14 ballin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Big 14 shot callin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Dive up in that pussy like a dolphin bitch, aye (like a dolphin bitch)
VonMar, put ’em in a coffin bitch, whoa (in a coffin bitch)
Aye, aye, made the money right up off the stove (off the stove)
Got some shooters with me, bitch, you know they on go (on go)
VVS my diamonds on my neck, and wrist is froze (yeah it’s froze)
Got my goons with me and they totin’ sticks and poles
Bitches goin’ brazy over Instagram post (yeah)
I just keep a good bitch with me, yeah, close (yeah)
I just keep a bad bitch with me, yeah, closer (too bad)
Get closer, aye (close)
Might roast ya, aye
Bitch, I pour the four up (pourin’ up the lean)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (lean, yeah)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (aye)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (Kyrie Irving)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 2: A1Billionaire]
I’m at your throat like a necklace (woo)
She suck that dick like a [?] (slide, slide)
I slam that pussy, no wrestlin’ (slide)
She eat that nut, nah no elephant (slide, slide)
She say a nigga irrelevant (slide, woo)
He always lyin’ and flexin’ (flex, woo)
I’m really stressin’ her out
She ride that dick like a Tesla
She callin’ in like a heist (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike, ooh (slide)
She ride the dick like a bicycle (woo, slide)
Yeah (slide), yeah (slide)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (slide, slide)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, ay
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, ay
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

Rick Ross – Kyrie (Geechi Liberachi Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Joyner Lucas – Mask Off Remix (Mask On)

[Intro]
Uh
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Sober minds
Dead silence
Yuh, listen, look

[Chorus]
I don’t take no fucking percocets
Molly, Percocets
No ecstasy, promethazine
No lean, no purple mess
No dirty Sprite but bitch I got that Kyrie Irving step
If you don’t think that I’m the shit its just you ain’t heard me yet
I’m about to put my mask on, my mask on
Stick all these industry niggas up until they cash gone
I know you high for the moment but that shit don’t last long
I know you wasn’t expecting this shit but you asked for it

[Verse 1]
I’m about to grab niggas by the throat
I’m about to crash Lil Yachty boat
I’m about to drag niggas by the coat
Take out your trash sit it by the door
Shit, I got the mask on me, I’m about to go
I hate when niggas act funny when I’m alone
And try to give daps to me and tip their hats to me
And they act gully when they at home
Yeah I don’t do Xannies or Mollys
Don’t come near me with problems
And don’t you compare me to Logic (never)
Go listen to Sriracha
Yeah that’s Amanda to Ronda
And that’s a Benz to a Honda
Yeah that’s a dance with the devil
And I ain’t dancing behind ya
My nigga, I’m a muthafucking entity
You don’t get it, even landlords gotta pay rent to me
Gingerbread man fuckas ain’t catchin’ me
Sick and tired of niggas sickening, depressing me
Go to church I testify
Pray to God I bless the beat
Kanye said "Touch the Sky"
Future might come for me
But I’m a fucking beast and if I die that sucks for me
But where the crown I’ma kill the king
I bet a lotta haters won’t feel the same
I dug the ground, I built the ring
I cut the cow I milked the game, nigga
I should cut a hole in the sky
Make you feel the rain, nigga feel the pain, nigga
A lot of rap niggas get nervous when they hear my name, nigga
I’m insane, nigga
Back when you was watching Leave it to Beaver
I was crushing on Tila Tequila
I was swagging in Adidas and Filas
Fuckin’ divas call ’em Venus, Serena
Signed my deal and told em Cesar’s a beater
Hope you didn’t think I needed you neither
Take it back and told ’em I didn’t mean it
‘Cause my uncle said it’s cheaper to keep it

[Post-Chorus]
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y’all hats off
Fuck is you mad for?
I catch y’all, smash y’all
Don’t mean to laugh hard
But are you funny to me
None of you nigga half are
You think you comin’ for but you never could last long
You don’t mean nothin’ to me
And I come up some shit that I (inaudible)
Ain’t that mumble rap shit? (laugh)
Whoo, whoo!
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y’all hats off
Fuck is you mad for?
I catch y’all, smash y’all
Don’t mean to laugh hard
But are you funny to me
None of you nigga half are
You running comin’ for me but you never could last long
You don’t mean nothin’ to me
And I come with some shit
That’ll make you niggas bump into me with a couple of weapons
And be afraid to get it poppin’, now they duckin’ and dippin’, I mean
What’s up with you mumble niggas that never say nothin’?
I’m about to make all of you fuckers go to bed in the oven
I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother
And you ain’t telling me nothing
I mean I’m very disgustin’
I mean I’m ready to bust and
Put an end to you fucker, now what’s what
How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck
If he chucked it at every single nigga that sucked?

[Bridge]
Look
All you a lie
I don’t cuff no hoes you can have my bitch
I don’t even mind
It seems like all these hoes wanna do is switch up
They rather be a guy
If she could suck my dick everyday for a living
Then that’d be her job
I said candy paint in yo fuckin’ rims
.38 in yo fuckin’ Benz
I was broke as fuck had a couple friends
A refrigerator and a cup of gin
Let’s drink it up, me and you
‘Cause these niggas fake, and I see it too
And they try to get me to pop Percocets and Molly
And I said

[Chorus]
I don’t take no fucking Percocets
Molly, Percocets
No ecstasy, promethazine
No lean, no purple mess
No dirty Sprite but bitch I got that Kyrie Irving step
If you don’t think that I’m the shit its just you ain’t heard me yet
I’m about to put my mask on, my mask on
Stick all these industry niggas up until they cash gone
I know you high for the moment but that shit don’t last long
I know you wasn’t expecting this shit but you asked for it

[Post-Chorus]
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y’all hats off
Fuck is you mad for?
I catch y’all, smash y’all
Don’t mean to laugh hard
But are you funny to me
None of you nigga half are
You think you comin’ for but you never could last long
You don’t mean nothin’ to me
And I come up some shit I (inaudible)
Whoo, whoo!
Mask off, run in the back door
Blast y’all hats off
Fuck is you mad for?
I catch y’all, smash y’all
Don’t mean to laugh hard
But are you funny to me
None of you nigga half are
You think you comin’ for but you never could last long
You don’t mean nothin’ to me
And I come with some shit
That’ll make you niggas bump into me with a couple of weapons
And be afraid to get it poppin’, now they duckin’ and dippin’, I mean
What’s up with you mumble niggas that never say nothin’?
I’m about to make all of you fuckers go to bed in the oven
I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother
And you ain’t telling me nothing
I mean I’m very disgustin’
I mean I’m ready to bust and
Put an end to you fucker, now what’s what
How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck
If he chucked it at every single nigga that sucked?

Joey Bada$$ – Victory

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

Know me – Gucci Mane feat. Law lyrics

Lyrics Gucci Mane – Know me

Know me!
It’s Gucci!

Like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know me.

I ain’t LA reek
But this dope is epic
This ain’t LA weed
This shit came from Texas
My whip game fast and furious
Pack gone in 60 seconds
My jewelry whirlpooling
It broke a world record
Say I’m a heart throb
She’ll make a girl record
Don’t turn that door knob
Might see your girl naked
I think I’m David Beckham
In them low top Giuseppes
I’m Gucci Westbrook
They don’t know how to check em
You know a .. niggas
But I need the lion’s share
Standing over Versace sofas
Call it the lion chair
Say what you say, shorty
Gucci don’t play, shorty
Got all this ice on
And it’s a day party.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

World stars for your television
They know I’m popping paparazzi with me
Hugh Hefner that’s 100 bitches
Good life I ain’t ever switching
Yeah, counting money with the Cubans
Your old bitch, went and used her
Your new bitch, still a groupie
Say she f*cking with a movement
This type of sauce I’m cooking in the kitchen
I got some 90s on me, I’m drippin’
Bring that to the table then you leash it
I had to cross them over, they was reaching
This shit was made for the money, Prada
That bag you talking about, went and got it
That nigga, touchdown, took a few losses
Like a quarterback with no watchers.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
I put them on cane now they owe me
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee.

I been running plays Kyrie Irving
I treat all my bitches like I’m Goldie
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meee
Now they scream my name like they know meeeee.
Gucci Mane lyrics
Video me

Rick Ross – Kyrie (Black Jack Album)

[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Rick Ross – Kyrie

[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

Skippa Da Flippa – Dat Way

[Intro: Skippa Da Flippa]
Woah
(30 you a fool for this one)
Oh you going dat way huh?
Woah
Woah
Flippa!

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Skrong nigga
They say you tell it well you wrong nigga
Zero, zero, zero comma, triple zero figures
Kyrie Irving in the paint [?]
I’m like nino in the pot the raw right in the middle
Dat way
Paint the Benz coupe matte grey
Snap ya’ cap like it’s hat day
Save a fifty for a bad day
Ball cappin’ I’m the MVP
Skrong nigga no Hercules
Rubber band it as I count the G’s
Pour a four just to get some Z’s
House that I dreamed of
I don’t trust 12 so i bought a nina
Only talk money I think my demeanor
I love the money like Martin love Gina
I’m a ride it to the roaders
Don’t stop he try pull you over
I think the real should get closer
And I won’t live looking over my shoulder

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
I play for keeps don’t never mix [?] I’m strong like a gymnast
White on white M and I had to tint it
So much [?] you would think I was the chemist
The snakes are closer than you think
Pearl perfect be the paint
I’m having birds off the [?]
Shooter shoot faster than you blink or think
You better look our for your brother he shouldn’t need if you really love him
I’m true to loyalty and I thank my mother
She say stay together and watch over each other
I love the way the money feel
I’ve been stacking up blue bills
Big house fuck a hill
And I’m going dat way I mean it for real
See a, fifty bands on top of fifty bands
I’m a take my time you a mini man
Sticks on sticks like the Taliban
Now they need me I used to be the six man
Dat way
Dat way
Pick up the backend’ on Saturday
Ties and offerings Sunday
Get back to the money on Monday

[Hook: Skippa Da Flippa]
Stay away from bitch niggas, snitch niggas
I fuck with you, if you like me tryna’ get rich nigga
I’m ball cappin’, ball player
My garage it got a elevator
Crib so big I had to buy a escalator
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Dat way
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga
Skrong nigga

Meek Mill – Way Up lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn them headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I’m Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back again

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
That indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick ridin’
Funny how nigga like Rich Pryor
See ’em and I smack the shit out ’em
Throwin’ ten k like it’s ten dollars
I grab that bitch, make a ten out her
I pop a perc, fuck the shit out her
Fuck her so good, thought I cared ’bout her
She know I been ’bout it, I’m on my way up
My chick a Barbie, no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don’t be with no haters
My city gon’ tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius capers when I’m in that Wraith
I’m feelin’ like Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin’ like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin’ that dope gave me confidence
Bust down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend wash the coupe, tell him, “polish it”
She on my dick I can’t make you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin’ shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama shit
Rockin’ Givenchy shit
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin’ shit

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

[Verse 2: Tracy T]
Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin’ like done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I’m movin’ fast they holler “Wait up”
Fixin’ bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin’ this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin’ in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin’ up I’m Kyrie Irving with the lay up
Pushin’ whips and poppin’ pistols for the paper
Goin’ up they want to stop your elevator
Havin’ lunch on top of Barneys feelin’ way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
Meek Milly pull up that Wraith up
I pull up with work like I’m Rayful
Put tens on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in from Loredo
Got birds and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain’t poppin’ shit, got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it lil’ nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain’t poppin’ it
Nigga doin’ dirty business got damn Lord save ’em
Dirty money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

[Hook: Meek Mill]
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can’t believe they tried to play us
Run a check and tell ’em pay up
Its all business ain’t no favors
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin’ better save up
Going up like elevators
I’m so way up, way up, way up, way up

Soulja Boy – Murder (feat. Mozzy) letras

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

Soulja Boy – Murder Lyrics

[Intro]
Murder. Yeah man you know what the fuck going on. King Soulja man, yeah man baby Draco man, I’ma spray with the Draco. I got Mozzy with me, you know what the fuck going on nigga

[Pre-Hook: Soulja Boy]
I pour a four in my drink
My chopper it spray nigga, what the fuck you think?
My shooters, they shoot ‘fore you blink
Every show I do I’m gripping the heat
Fuck Giuseppes, Margiela my feet
50,000 for a show, state to state with my niggas gripping the heat
Me and Mozzy pull up, murk the scene
[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
You riding for him but you know it’s rented
Young nigga shoot the Draco just like Dennis the Menace
Quarter million for my new Bentley
Me and Mozzy yeah we slide through the city
Bad bitch know I’m gripping her titties
I stand in the trap, I was whipping that Whitney
’09 me and Guwop get it in, he told me Soulja Boy go head to the district
Fuck with lil Soulja I empty the (?)
Rest in peace Shawty Lo, you (?)
Hit a juug then I bought a guyato
Sipping on Hi-Tech, I’m smoking gelato
Hit a nigga in the head with a bottle
Bad bitch and she look like a model
This isn’t twitter nigga but them bitches they follow
I put like 7 million there with Fargo
Beef with Soulja Boy you dying tomorrow
Gripping the Draco I spray shorty with the hollows
Smoking gelato, she suck on my dick while she swallow
Me and Mozzy in that ‘Rari full throttle
Blah-da-da with the 30, oh
Shoot the Draco just like Kyrie Irving
Gripping the steering wheel and I’m swerving
I spray with the Draco, he making me nervous

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Whole lotta murder shit
Niggas know we really murder shit
Niggas know we pull up scorch shit
Where you from? I never heard of it
Yeah I’m on that perky shit
Yeah we got that work and shit
Yeah I’m from that turf and shit
Yeah I put in that work for this
Yeah shooters on go
They will not freeze, that’s on my soul
They keep the pole
One in the head, one in the throat
Aim for the head, nothing below
I’m from the 4, them niggas dorks, them niggas hoes
Free my lil bro
He kept it silent, them niggas told
That’s why he’s down, them niggas know
Niggas went broke, had to sell salt
Mama on (?) that shit was cold
(?) then a sucker nigga die
I took that ride all on my own
I’m with the shit when the homies get hit
I’m the nigga to get, they be calling my phone
I’m with the shit and I (?) I don’t talk on my phone

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Murder, murder, murder the scene
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene
Murder, murder, Draco on me, 100 clip when I spray that heat
Murder, murder, it’s a murder (?) spray the heat
Soulja murder, pull up spray the heat
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy we spray the scene
Murder, murder, sipping Promethazine
Okay, I bought a pint of the lean
Murder, murder, Soulja Boy and Mozzy murder the scene

K Camp – Hungry N Lurkin letras

[Intro]
Uh, ay
I’m just tryna elevate over all this bullshit
You hear me?

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 1]
I know one thing for certain
I know niggas that servin’
I know bitches that’s thirsty and I ball like I’m Kyrie Irving
Jumped in the game as a student now I feel like the teacher
Check them niggas that’s round you, make sure them niggas ain’t leachin’
Came to handle my business, that’s the reason you lookin’
Fell in love with my presence and now she in that bitch cookin’
I’m in Jersey like Snooki
Searchin’ round for them cookies
On that grind till December
Just hope you niggas remember that

[Hook]
I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Verse 2]
I made that choice to go harder
You ain’t loyal, why bother?
Must continue my saga
I learned my ways from my father
I learned my lessons while climbin’
I came in perfect timin’
Now I’m in, I’m like fuck it
But I’m in love with these diamonds
Bitch I’m in love with the shinin’
They want me to fall off
They want me to stop workin’
Bitch they want me to call off
But I’m love with these Benjies
And I’m in love with this music
If you ain’t know bitch I’m comin’
You better watch how you movin’

[Hook]
But I be flexin’ on purpose
Hope that there make you nervous
Most these niggas too funny feel like I live in a circus
I got a bitch and she worth it
I know a thing for certain
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
These niggas sleep and I’m workin’
I be flexin’ on purpose
I’m out here hungry and lurkin’
How you hate when you hurtin’
Hungry and lurkin’, hungry and lurkin’

[Outro]
Let’s get it
I’m workin’, I’m workin’
Aye
Music Major
Slump