Layto – Houndin Lyrics

Oooo you so obsessive
Send another desperate message
On ya knees I get you begging
I forgot I meant to mention, yea
You ain’t nothing why you try to be slick
You ain’t nothing but my hounding ass bitch yea

Ohh lately you bitch like crazy
Love me, hate me you the one who chase me
Ayy you feel it, I, I’m chilling
I’m about to start a chant you the biggest bitch living

I don’t take it lightly I’m speaking Politely
I don’t need a mouthpiece this shit just ignite me
Burning in my belly and I’m throw a two-seam
O Gunna Gunna say Ya ,Ya Ya

Oooo you so obsessive
Send another desperate message
On ya knees I get you begging
I forgot I meant to mention, yea
You ain’t nothing why you try to be slick
You ain’t nothing but my hounding ass bitch yea

Oooo you so obsessive
Send another desperate message
On ya knees I get you begging
I forgot I meant to mention, yea
You ain’t nothing why you try to be slick
You ain’t nothing but my hounding ass bitch yea

I went MIA if that’s what you wanna say
Keep up you know I keep refined you flying paper plane
I go to the beating my own drumming
Why you keep saying I owe something
To you who know nothing I owe nothing
Too you I see some who owns nothing
Taste my cleats Say Ahh
My smell a retreat Say Ahh Ahh Ahh
Say It Defeat Say Ahh
I said Say It Defeat Say Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh

Oooo you so obsessive
Send another desperate message
On ya knees I get you begging
I forgot I meant to mention, yea
You ain’t nothing why you try to be slick
You ain’t nothing but my hounding ass bitch yea

Oooo you so obsessive
Send another desperate message
On ya knees I get you begging
I forgot I meant to mention, yea
You ain’t nothing why you try to be slick
You ain’t nothing but my hounding ass bitch yea

Call me up a get petty
You know I wanted this bad
For four years I been ready
Now you gonna make this splash
Now you gonna go up
While I’m bringing shit down
Na, this wasn’t so tough
You become a bitch clown
I think you should knuckle up
Why you knuckle up now
I think I think you should buckle up
Cuz you my bitch now

Oooo you so obsessive
Send another desperate message
On ya knees I get you begging
I forgot I meant to mention, yea
You ain’t nothing why you try to be slick
You ain’t nothing but my hounding ass bitch yea

Oooo you so obsessive
Send another desperate message
On ya knees I get you begging
I forgot I meant to mention, yea
You ain’t nothing why you try to be slick
You ain’t nothing but my hounding ass bitch yea

Trippie Redd – Wish Lyrics

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more
Maybe the world is yours
Maybe when it rains, it pours (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore
Or do I?

[Post-Chorus]
Wish you’d get out my face, might go MIA
Might just blow my brain, I’d be Kurt Cobain
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face

[Verse]
I wish you would find your chill
‘Cause Lord knows this shit get real
And for this price, you know you’d kill
Man, it’s big brack, know the deal
Man, it’s big slatt, you know the deal
Draco a big dragon, fire hell
Can’t save me, man, save yourself
‘Cause I do not need no help

[Bridge]
Keep on wishin’
Keep on wishin’
Keep on wishin’
(Ooh-oh, oh-ah)

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more
Maybe the world is yours
Maybe when it rains, it pours (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore
Or do I?

[Post-Chorus]
Wish you’d get out my face, might go MIA
Might just blow my brain, I’d be Kurt Cobain
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more
Maybe the world is yours
Maybe when it rains, it pours
I don’t know how to wish anymore
I don’t know how to wish anymore
Or do I?

[Outro]
(Ooh-oh, oh-ah)

Allan Kingdom – All Night lyrics

[Verse 1]
I bet it’s murder
I bet it’s wet, not just your hips, you take your turn love
I bet I hit it and get you whipped, what you deserve love
I’m from the city, you from the land where you don’t turn up
Tonight you learn, tonight you learn
I bet you’re evil
But that look says free, not crooked people
Tonight you learn, tonight you learn

[Pre-Chorus]
Missus peanut butter pretty, won’t you come my way
I been peanut butter sticky in your memory
I been sticky in your Vickys, I been MIA
I been MIA, I been MIA

[Chorus]
You and me, and that makes us three
But my tank is on E, we gon’ dance all night
We on E, and that’s ecstacy, you got drank, I got trees
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night

[Verse 2]
We gettin’ drippy, don’t get to trippin’, like Ike and Turner
I got this feeling, this fruit’s forbidden, I’ve got concerns love
Our booth is hidden, that Goose is spillin’, I’ve got your shirt up
Tonight you learn, tonight you learn, you like to

[Pre-Chorus]
Missus peanut butter pretty, won’t you come my way
I been peanut butter sticky in your memory
I been sticky in your Vickys, I been MIA
I been MIA, I been MIA

[Chorus]
You and me, and that makes us three
But my tank is on E, we gon’ dance all night
We on E, and that’s ecstacy, you got drank, I got trees
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night

[Chorus]
You and me, and that makes us three
But my tank is on E, we gon’ dance all night
We on E, and that’s ecstacy, you got drank, I got trees
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night
We gon’ dance all night, we gon’ dance all night

A$AP Rocky – Wavybone (feat. Juicy J & UGK) lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
The hustle continues
Gettin’ money is, gettin’ money is
Put your mind to, something you want
Getin’ money is, gettin’ money is
It come true

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gettin’ money is what I do, thought you knew
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I remember all the nights on different corners spittin’ pitchin’ water
Now I’m richer off the shit I thought of
From the home of the richest ballers
I’m Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter
This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered
I went to France and almost got deported
The fans is screaming when I hit the border
I visit Nice like it’s my sisters daughter
Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all
Whore without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order
And do somethin’ different, gettin’ tired of the same old shit
When I’m spittin’ lines, ’bout the section lines, I sit you kids who listen for us
I see prison for us until we pull back, that’s a true fact
Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Candy low slider, I’m a sole survivor
Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I’m keepin’ it liver
Did not envy Joe, I thank fans, talk slow
He think he want a war but he don’t really wanna go
Gettin’ me some head from Sheryl Crow
A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow
You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes
Now I’m puttin’ em on the spot, I give a ho the blues
I’m touchin’ on a cock, I put her on the block
You think I’m startin’ over, bitch I ain’t never stop
Poppin’ the trunk, and testin’ the pills
Don’t give a fuck bout where you’re from
Don’t give a fuck bout how you feel

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I’m the best still in this game, I’m rich bitch like Rick James
Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in this game
The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands
Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb
Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me
Hell naw I ain’t cuffin’ ’em I’m a dog just like Snoopy
And when I leave the mall it’s sold out, erryday shoppin’
Taylor gang, blowin’ money, 50,000 on wrist watches
100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin’ off, bitch pack your bags
Bitch I came from hell and nothin’, damn right I have to brag
Try me and I’ll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag
All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don’t lollygag

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Get money is the main reason most people wake up
The root of why most relationships is startin’ break ups
While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup
While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up
It’s an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar
Some is in the streets and some is workin’ blue collar
Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler
Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah
Been like that, ain’t a damn thing change
Money on mind, the red of my brain
Candy paint is gonna drip that stain
Lean on left, the grip of my grain
See ain’t a damn thing change but the weather
So If you ain’t breakin’ bread then we can’t even sit together

[Outro]
Gettin’ money is what I do

Diplo – Wish (feat. Trippie Redd) lyrics

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more
Maybe the world is yours
Maybe when it rains, it pours (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore
Or do I?

[Post-Chorus]
Wish you’d get out my face, might go MIA
Might just blow my brain, I’d be Kurt Cobain
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face

[Verse]
I wish you would find your chill
‘Cause Lord knows this shit get real
And for this price you know you’d kill
Man it’s big brackin’, know the deal
Man it’s big slatt, you know the deal
Draco a big dragon, fire and hell
Can’t save me man, save yourself
‘Cause I do not need no help

[Bridge]
Keep on wishin’
Keep on wishin’
Keep on wishin’
Ooh, ohh, ahh

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more
Maybe the world is yours
Maybe when it rains, it pours (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore (Keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore
Or do I?

[Post-Chorus]
Wish you’d get out my face, might go MIA
Might just blow my brain, I’d be Kurt Cobain
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my face

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more
Maybe the world is yours
Maybe when it rains, it pours
I don’t know how to wish anymore
I don’t know how to wish anymore
Or do I?

[Outro]
Ooh, ohh, ahh

Diplo – Wish (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Bridge]
Baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more?
Maybe the world is yours?
Maybe when it rains it pours?
I don’t know how to wish anymore (keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore (keep on wishin’)
Or do I?

[Chorus]
Wish you’d get out my face, might go MIA
Might just blow my brain, R.I.P. Kurt Cobain
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face

[Verse]
I wish you will find your chill
‘Cause Lord knows this shit get real
And for this price, you know you’ll kill
And it’s big brack, you know the deal
And it’s big slat, you know the deal
Draco on big dragon fire hell
Can’t save me, man, save yourself
‘Cause I do not need no help

[Interlude]
Keep on wishin’
Keep on wishin’
Keep on wishin’
Ohhh
Ouu

[Bridge]
Baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more?
Maybe the world is yours?
Maybe when it rains it pours?
I don’t know how to wish anymore (keep on wishin’)
I don’t know how to wish anymore (keep on wishin’)
Or do I?

[Chorus]
Wish you’d get out my face, might go MIA
Might just blow my brain, R.I.P Kurt Cobain
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face
I can’t feel my face

[Bridge]
Baby, what you wishin’ for?
Maybe you should wish it more?
Maybe the world is yours?
Maybe when it rains it pours?
I don’t know how to wish anymore
I don’t know how to wish anymore
Or do I?

Kodak Black – Down South

[Verse 1]
I know you from the Bronx
Heard it’s cold, it’s like my heart
Let me book ya a first class flight to Florida where it’s hot
I’ma take ya down south, show you what I’m rappin’ ’bout
Young niggas, 14, permanent golds in they mouth
I be jumpin’ on these beats, remember sleepin’ on the couch
Every nigga in these streets know about me, they can vouch
I’m still wearin’ Ree’s like I’m still out here sellin’ rock
Like my Ree’s, you gon’ let me tie ya down or you not?
When you wanna vacate, MIA is the spot
Where you hop on jet skis, niggas ridin’ on yachts
Four wheelers, cuban links, niggas hoppin’ out the drop
Show ya ’round the Noya, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause girl you got me singin’
I feel like I’m figulatin’
I might switch my occupation and just open up a bakery
‘Cause every night, we cakin’
Girl you sweeter than Miss Allie
I might eat ya like a paste, and keep ya like my .380
Say I been trippin’ lately
I been in my feelings lately
I ain’t even been jiggin’, while they stickin’, we conversatin’
I ain’t been trickin’ with these bitches even though you ain’t my lady
We ain’t seal the deal but I’ma keep it real and be patient
I’m runnin’ with them Z’s, remember dancin’ with the devil
You 26, but I’m 2613 forever
Young rebel but I’m clever
I don’t get too sentimental
Now I got you where I want you
I know the spot like a freckle
I know what it is now
I know how I feel now
I wanna build now, me with you
Call me on the FaceTime
Heard it through the grapevine, that I wanna plant my seed with you
You gon’ make me change my ways
Postin’ on my page, WCW
I want you to be my main
I don’t want no one but you

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

Kodak Black – Down South Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know you from the Bronx
Heard it’s cold, it’s like my heart
Let me book ya a first class flight to Florida where it’s hot
I’ma take ya down south, show you what I’m rappin’ ’bout
Young niggas, 14, permanent golds in they mouth
I be jumpin’ on these beats, remember sleepin’ on the couch
Every nigga in these streets know about me, they can vouch
I’m still wearin’ Ree’s like I’m still out here sellin’ rock
Like my Ree’s, you gon’ let me tie ya down or you not?
When you wanna vacate, MIA is the spot
Where you hop on jet skis, niggas ridin’ on yachts
Four wheelers, cuban links, niggas hoppin’ out the drop
Show ya ’round the Noya, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause girl you got me singin’
I feel like I’m figulatin’
I might switch my occupation and just open up a bakery
‘Cause every night, we cakin’
Girl you sweeter than Miss Allie
I might eat ya like a paste, and keep ya like my .380
Say I been trippin’ lately
I been in my feelings lately
I ain’t even been jiggin’, while they stickin’, we conversatin’
I ain’t been trickin’ with these bitches even though you ain’t my lady
We ain’t seal the deal but I’ma keep it real and be patient
I’m runnin’ with them Z’s, remember dancin’ with the devil
You 26, but I’m 2613 forever
Young rebel but I’m clever
I don’t get too sentimental
Now I got you where I want you
I know the spot like a freckle
I know what it is now
I know how I feel now
I wanna build now, me with you
Call me on the FaceTime
Heard it through the grapevine, that I wanna plant my seed with you
You gon’ make me change my ways
Postin’ on my page, WCW
I want you to be my main
I don’t want no one but you

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Bigga Rankins]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
Lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon’ hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
Lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ’cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah
Lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Yo Gotti – Top Lookin Down Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I leave nothing on the table, I’m a greedy a nigga
Shout my young bull word to my Philly niggas
My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players
You see me ’round some niggas know they all real
Club lit, club lit
Stevie J bring the record back
Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
Where the fuck my banger At
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
Why the fuck he ain’t think of that
Niggas thinkin’ we cool, naw nigga ain’t none of that
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Real nigga in real life, you a real nigga on the internet
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
Fake niggas having fake issues, all you hatin’ niggas put a end to that
Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow
Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
I be getting to the money ain’t no plan B
I be goin’ so hard they try to ban me
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
I won’t give that pussy back they say I’m acting selfish
I made 20 million dollars ain’t shit you can tell me
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don’t fail me
A million dollar smell like some new cologne
That bitch ain’t bad if she ain’t did it on her own
Patek Philipe and I can’t even set the date
Buyin’ time but I’m still runnin’ late

[Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, came through for the payback
Pulled up in a Maybach
Bought the dawgs [??] wraith back
Wrist rocky like A$AP
Bought the bitch a li’ Birkin bag
That’s my paper, let her taste that
Plain jane, that’s thirty cash, all bust down we ain’t playin’ that
Nigga we lit, I’m in MIA
Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
That’s your bitch, tell your ho to close her legs (oh boy)
Count that paper with my eyes closed
Caught me with that bitch and she went viral
Threw that pussy at me like a spiral
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich nigga they can’t check I’m on one

[Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
Aye, we don’t want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch)
We don’t do plain jane this shit for old niggas (bust down, bust down)
We bust down that Rollie just to show niggas (ha)
We bust down that Rollie, we don’t owe niggas (no)
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down

Yo Gotti – Top Looking Down (feat. Meek Mill)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I leave nothing on the table, I’m a greedy a nigga
Shout my young bull word to my Philly niggas
My new young bitch said she been fucking ball players
You see me ’round some niggas know they all real
Club lit, club lit
Stevie J bring the record back
Kids Ttipping this dope (Trip)
Where the fuck my banger At
Stevie J dropped OOUU OOUU
Why the fuck he ain’t think of that
Niggas thinkin’ we cool, naw nigga ain’t none of that
Yeah, 50 bars tell him run it back
Real nigga in real life, you a real nigga on the internet
Real problems, had real issues in the real streets on real crack
Fake niggas having fake issues, all you hatin’ niggas put a end to that
Nothing but killers in my session, this shit Deathrow
Bought a Rollie on my extras, left tho
I be getting to the money ain’t no plan B
I be goin’ so hard they try to ban me
Aye, look your MCM all in my section tryna take a selfie
I won’t give that pussy back they say I’m acting selfish
I made 20 million dollars ain’t shit you can tell me
Gave my life to the streets, I hope that shit don’t fail me
A million dollar smell like some cologne
That bitch ain’t bad if she ain’t did it on her own
Patek Philipe and I can’t even set the time
Buyin’ time but I’m still runnin’ late

[Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, came through for the payback
Pulled up in a Maybach
Bought the dawgs [??] wraith back
Wrist rocky like A$AP
Bought the bitch a li’ Birkin bag
That’s my paper, let her taste that
Plain jane, that’s thirty cash, all bust down we ain’t playin’ that
Nigga we lit, I’m in MIA
Thats your bitch, knock her down she in my way (yea yeah)
Take a pic, she gon’ post it on her page (oh lord)
That’s your bitch, tell your ho to close her legs (oh boy)
Count that paper with my eyes closed
Caught me with that bitch and she went viral
Threw that pussy at me like a spiral
Caught it like Odell Beckham young rich nigga they can’t check I’m on one

[Extended Pre-Chorus: Yo Gotti & Meek Mill]
Aye, we don’t want them bitches they some gold diggers (bitch)
We don’t do plain jane this shit for old niggas (bust down, bust down)
We bust down that Rollie just to show niggas (ha)
We bust down that Rollie, we don’t owe niggas (no)
I got all the chains on like a field nigga
I’m standing on these couches with my lil’ niggas
I don’t want no rap now, I don’t feel niggas
This is ain’t for no bitches, this for real niggas

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Yo Gotti]
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Real niggas at the top
Fake niggas at the bottom
And if you bring them pussy niggas up with you
Better leave ’em where you got ’em
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down
Top lookin’ down, Top lookin’ down

Michael Cavanaugh – Drive Away lyrics

Bad new breaking through my radio
Stocks up and down like dominos
Optimism is running low
I don’t need to hear it again

Finders point to the left and right
Kingpins lying through there pearly whites
Scandals cutting like a rusty knife
In a battle that never ends

Well I’ve seen enough of this puppet show
Now it’s time for me to go

I’m gonna drive away
And leave my worries in the dust
Been in last place of this rat race for long enough
I’m gonna drive away
I’m gonna push that pedal down
So if you’re looking for me, I won’t be around
I’m gonna drive away

Office cutbacks are getting rough
Gossip’s spilling out the water cups
And I don’t know who I can trust
It’s getting harder all the time

Pressure’s building in my head
I’m caught in some kind of web
But I’ll prove that my dreams ain’t dead
Once I see that highway sign

Cause I’m gonna drive away
And leave my worries in the dust
Been in last place of this rat race for long enough
I’m gonna drive away
I’m gonna push that pedal down
So if you’re looking for me, I won’t be around
I’m gonna drive away

I’m not asking you to follow
Not telling anyone to change
Not trying to start a revolution
But I must be on my way
Yeah, yeah

I’m gonna drive away
And leave my worries in the dust
Been in last place of this rat race for long enough
I’m gonna drive away
I’m gonna push that pedal down
So if you’re looking for me, I won’t be around
I’m gonna drive away

I’m gonna drive away
I don’t need a map to break out of this trap
I’ll let the open road show me where to go
I’ll be MIA, when I’m out of this maze
I’ll leave it all behind me, gonna drive away

Words and Music by Michael Cavanaugh 2017

YFN Lucci – Heartless (feat. Rick Ross & Bigga Rankin)

[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Growin’ up, my mama explained the difference between fame and notoriety
See fame is when people know you
Notoriety is when people know your work
And notoriety leave a legacy
When they talk about us
When they talk about big arrangements
When they talkin’ ’bout Lucci
When they talkin’ ’bout TIG
Some will hate, some will cheer
All will know one thing
My nigga Nut, we came and changed the music biz forever

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Oh hell nah, ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, we gon’ air shit out
I got your bitch and she tellin’ me all your where about’s
Loadin’ this K, I can’t wait to go and spray one out
Uh-huh, I been hustlin’ all day tryna get that cake up out it
All day, all day, I been ridin’ it with it all day
It ain got no safe, it ain’t got no safe, ayy
Y’all niggas play it safe, we gon; hit your safe, ayy
I got niggas in MIA and they’ll hit your face
Uh, uh , I been a thug all my life, wanted a plug all my life
We had to move around with them pipes, we had to shoot it out some nights
Ain’t no pressure ’bout no beef, know we love dinner
Fuck nigga, don’t make me put a slug in ’em

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We located and got a bigger palace on the water
Pull up to club, I toss valet a couple hunnid
Women in abundance, I got to fuck ’em by appointments
Pray that bundle come from Haiti, I’ma give you what you wanted
I fucked her in the park, now we fuckin’ on the jet
You fuckin’ with my squad, I’ma put that shit to rest
Studied all these niggas ;cause this life is just a test
I need my hunnit million, you can’t tell me nothing less
They gave my nigga 10 the lawyer, say he did the best
These streets ain’t where you wanna be and Rozay told you that
The only natural talent niggas had was being violent
If a nigga take my life, I pray he see me smilin’, boss

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Lately I been chasin’ paper, chasin’ guap, yeah, yeah
Lately I been feelin’ like fuck a hater, fuck a cop, yeah, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heatless, heartless, yeah
I swear lately I been heartless, heartless, heartless, heartless, yeah

Phresher – Lyft

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

[Verse 1]
Richer than a bitch my lifestyle
Every nigga with me iced out
You might wanna calm your wife down
She know I’m the nigga right now
Put the motherfuckin’ mic down
Tell your hype man to pipe down
Yeah they left me in the dark
I’m the nigga with the light now
Told [?] it’s some lights out
Don’t do circuses, I don’t like clowns
All my niggas stone cold
I colored in weather in Chi-Town
Pillsbury, got a lot of dough
Bank account look like a lot of O’s
She wanna kick it like karate though
Suck and fuck me, then it’s time to go

[Pre-Hook]
I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
[?] open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

[Verse 2]
I keep it real, no restate
I’m the trillest, no debate
I get it early, fuck release dates
PH far from a cheapskate
Hide my broads in the peak state
MIA like where the Heat stay
Got a white chick and a rainbow
Eat ‘em both together like cheesecake
Then I league play, for pete’s sakes
Stop drop and roll, I’m on fire
I go in head first like a diver
Kill ‘em, I leave no survivors
I might be young but I’m wiser
My role model a MacGyver
I’m the young cracker supplier
Keep my foot on the gas ‘til I retire

[Pre-Hook]
I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
[?] open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school

[Hook]
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Fuck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss

Lyft – Phresher lyrics

Lyrics Phresher – Lyft

/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss.

Richer than a b*tch my lifestyle
Every nigga with me iced out
You might wanna calm your wife down
She know I’m the nigga right now
Put the motherf*ckin’ mic down
Tell your hype man to pipe down
Yeah they left me in the dark
I’m the nigga with the light now
Told .. it’s some lights out
Don’t do circuses, I don’t like clowns
All my niggas stone cold
I colored in weather in Chi-Town
Pillsbury, got a lot of dough
Bank account look like a lot of O’s
She wanna kick it like karate though
Suck and f*ck me, then it’s time to go.

I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
.. open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Versuri-lyrics.info
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school.

/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss.

I keep it real, no restate
I’m the trillest, no debate
I get it early, f*ck release dates
PH far from a cheapskate
Hide my broads in the peak state
MIA like where the Heat stay
Got a white chick and a rainbow
Eat ‘em both together like cheesecake
Then I league play, for pete’s sakes
Stop drop and roll, I’m on fire
I go in head first like a diver
Kill ‘em, I leave no survivors
I might be young but I’m wiser
My role model a MacGyver
I’m the young cracker supplier
Keep my foot on the gas ‘til I retire.

I’m nigga that they go to
Wild hair like Goku
.. open off the protools
Then I proceed to lay the vocals
You little rat niggas local
Fake beef, niggas tofu
PH don’t follow no rules
My chopper whippin’ like an old school.

/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of piss
/F*ck an Uber, I pull up in a Lyft/ (x4)
Stone cold, you see this brick on my wrist
I tell my shooters shoot, they shoot at them hips
Flying coast to coast, don’t need no assist
Diamonds on my neck the color of pisss.
Phresher lyrics
Video Phresher

Tory Lanez – Dancin’ (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 1]
Count me up, expensive
Lookin’ like this money that I throw is Endless
Rolls Royce and the Benzes
Fuck boy, you will never make the friend list
Strip club, flexin’ with my manses
All I see is niggas bitches through my lenses
Ain’t gon’ lie, that bitch is temptin’
I wanna fuck you but you know I’m too expensive
Foreign Bitch and she don’t know her grammar
Talkin’ money, only time I understand her
All my pieces here like a scammer
I could fuck the bartender and the dancer

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 2]
Boss bitch in the mansion
100s, 50s, money she be handlin’
Fuckin’ every bitch you on the ‘gram with
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, now I’m lookin’ like a scammer
MIA, I just landed
Crashed a new Gallardo, did the damage
G5, speakin’ Spanish
She sit down like, "Que Tu Puedes" and I slammed
Broke bitches drinkin’ but it can’t shit
All in my section, we kick bitches out for standin’
500 thou’ off of dancin’
She wanna fuck me, but she know I’m too expensive
Tell ’em I’m a dope boy, caught my chances
You tryna get your money, girl, I understand it
Steal that pussy like a bandit
No I can’t fuck with you, you too much propaganda

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili

[Outro]
And she still like the Vlive
Strip club, you in the [?]
We’ll double back it
We’ll double back it, G5
On my action, it’s time
Know you still on me, yeah
Know you still on me, yeah

Tory Lanez – Dancin’ Lyrics

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 1]
Count me up, expensive
Lookin’ like this money that I throw is Endless
Rolls Royce and the Benzes
Fuck boy, you will never make the friend list
Strip club, flexin’ with my manses
All I see is niggas bitches through my lenses
Ain’t gon’ lie, that bitch is temptin’
I wanna fuck you but you know I’m too expensive
Foreign Bitch and she don’t know her grammar
Talkin’ money, only time I understand her
All my pieces here like a scammer
I could fuck the bartender and the dancer

[Hook]
Out in Vlive felines still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili
Dancin’, dancin’
Touch it with no hands
She get bands, she expensive
My life is expensive

[Verse 2]
Boss bitch in the mansion
100s, 50s, money she be handlin’
Fuckin’ every bitch you on the ‘gram with
Hoppin’ out the Wraith, now I’m lookin’ like a scammer
MIA, I just landed
Crashed a new Gallardo, did the damage
G5, speakin’ Spanish
She sit down like, “Que Tu Puedes” and I slammed
Broke bitches drinkin’ but it can’t shit
All in my section, we kick bitches out for standin’
500 thou’ off of dancin’
She wanna fuck me, but she know I’m too expensive
Tell ’em I’m a dope boy, caught my chances
You tryna get your money, girl, I understand it
Steal that pussy like a bandit
No I can’t fuck with you, you too much propaganda

[Hook]
Out in Vlive still talkin’ like she know me
New Toronto nigga that finesse like Ginobili

[Outro]
And she still like the Vlive
Strip club, you in the [?]
We’ll double back it
We’ll double back it, G5
On my action, it’s time
Know you still on me, yeah
Know you still on me, yeah

Bridgit Mendler – Do You Miss Me At All

[Verse 1]
From this view
I see colors, the blacks and the blues
Here comes another night
Without you
I’m looking over the trees and the roofs
And I don’t know what I will find

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know if you’re even in the city
Don’t know if you’re even at home
Don’t know who you’re spending all your time with

[Chorus]
But do you miss me at all?
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?

[Verse 2]
In this room
You are the wallpaper that sticks like glue
Into my memory
So do you
Think me over
Once in a blue moon
‘Cause you always rise to me

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know if you’re even in the city
Don’t know if you’re even at home
Don’t know who you’re spending all your time with

[Chorus]
But do you miss me at all?
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?

[Bridge]
Gone without a trace
You been so MIA
Was passing through your neighborhood
Boy, you’ve been abrupt
I never get enough to
Know that you still think of me too

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t know if you’re even in the city
Don’t know if you’re even at home
Don’t know who you’re spending all your time with

[Chorus]
But do you miss me at all?
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?
Yeah
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?
Yeah
Do you wonder what I’m up to
Without you?
Do you miss me at all?
Do you wanna leave a message on my phone
Saying "I’m coming home"?

Chris Brown – I Can Tell

[Intro]
Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
OHB, bitch this Breezy
I’m a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin’ kisses
I’m pullin’ up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin’ them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I’m whippin’ it
Hundred M’s, yeah they feelin’ him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like “Why don’t you have more like him?”
Cocky, I don’t give a fuck if you like it
No he ain’t me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I’m MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 2: HoodyBaby]
Don’t be buyin’ all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I’m spendin’ all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin’ white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom, I’m just tryna bump me, tell ’em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin’ for your love, I can’t lie, I need help, I need help

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 3: Young Lo]
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that’s gon’ eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let’s throw it back, drop a Brand’ on ’em
Yeah blow that money like a fan on ’em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I’mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin’ ain’t easy
And I ain’t said nothin’ ’bout cuffin’
But you better fuck me like you need me

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
Molly water
Is makin’ me fall in love
Baby, I’m ready to do this, this ain’t my first rodeo
I know what I’m doin’, got you screamin’ all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I spend a bank, bank
I don’t care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like

[Hook: Chris Brown]
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don’t play with me, it’s game on, baby
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all love of that ass and you poppin’ like it ain’t nothin’
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby

Young Dolph – All About letras

[Intro]
It’s all about skrilla
It’s all about cash
It’s all about paper
It’s all about weight

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight
[Verse 1]
Riding in some foreign through Atlanta
Balmain jeans and Saint Laurent bandana
Why I sag so hard bitch mind your manners
Excuse me I’m high as hell, bitch mind your business
Was fucked up, now I’m doing tremendous
We talkin’ about money, you know I got plenty
All of my bitches, they look like a vixen
All of my niggas trigger finger itchin’
I can’t help it that I’m paid as fuck and all of these niggas bitches love me
I can’t help I paid these bitches no mind, and they still wanna fuck me
Pull up, count the bread, and I’m gone
I’m getting money, I’m never at home
My little bitch, she bad to the bone
Got dirty in my styrofoam
Fresh as fuck like I’m going to the prom
Presidential, Obama on my arm
She get in my passenger seat, she gone
It’s over, I won

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight

[Verse 2]
It’s all about dealing, it’s all about weight
It ain’t ’bout these bitches, it’s ’bout getting paid
It ain’t about friends, it’s all about cake
First they love you, then they hate
Out here in these streets ain’t nobody straight
That fake shit I can’t relate
I keep heat like MIA
And good weed just like LA
My lil thick bitch call her bae
Boy I got more weight than you weigh
I got what I got cause I prayed
Guess what else I did, I prayed
Just got off the phone with god
And he said there’s more on the way
Real nigga 24/7, not every other day
I’m killing this shit
I’m killing this shit, counting millions and shit
Luxury living and shit
Counting and chilling and shit
Handling business and shit
Racks in the ceiling and shit
Why I got all this ice on me, because my traphouse lit

[Hook]
I just spent your budget on my right wrist
In a drop top smoking kush with my white bitch
I just turned your main bitch to my side bitch
How you get that new Rarri and it ain’t out yet
(I don’t know, damn)
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper, and I’m super straight
Ain’t getting no money then you in the way
It’s all about money, it’s all about cake
I’m getting too much, I keep a toothache
It’s all about paper and I’m super straight