Rich The Kid – Sick Lyrics

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[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Pull up in a foreign, that’s sick
Two hundred on a watch, that’s sick
Got it on smash
Money don’t fold, that’s sick
1, 1, 1 (What else?)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick), your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick), my drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick, what else?)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
And my drip, that’s sick (Sick), my whip, that’s sick (Skrrt)
Think she wanna fuck, I want that neck, that’s sick (There you go)
Ooh, my bitch, she lit (She lit), my pockets fat as shit (It’s fat)
Your pockets stay on fit (Woo, woo, woo, woo), boy, you ain’t buyin’ shit
I hit the doctor for a checkup, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick)
Man, I know y’all niggas broke, y’all spendin’ counterfeit (There you go)
Flood the Richard Mille, I just might drown the bitch (I just might drown the bitch)
I just made a half a mill’, but I ain’t counted it (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & DaBaby]
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick), your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick), my drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick, what else? Let’s go)

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Bitch, I’m sick, like I got the flu (Huh?)
Fuckin’ around wit’ your boo (Yessir)
I’m back in that mood
Pullin’ out hundreds and all of ’em blue
Soon as I pull off, all you hear is shh, vroom
Blessin’ the bitch, like achoo
BDB ENT, bitch, you know how we do
You wanna fuck, baby, you gon’ fuck the crew, yeah
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Check out my wrist, bitch, it looks like the last one
She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
She callin’ me baby, she callin’ me daddy (Damn)
I cannot play with a ho, she don’t wanna fuck, she go home in a taxi (Yup)
Won’t even get that bitch an Uber (Huh?), just spent a lil’ bag on my jewelry

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
And my wrist sick (Wrist sick), your pockets fit (Fit)
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip sick (My whip sick), my drip sick (My drip sick)
I just left the doctor, but I’m still sick (But I’m still sick, what else?)

Lil Uzi Vert – Wassup Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s, what’s, what’s up?
Play that trumpet for the real niggas (What’s up?)
What’s up?
Play that trumpet for the real niggas
Yeah, let’s do it (Yo, Pi’erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Yeah, let’s, let’s do it

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up? (Yeah)
What’s up? (Woo)
What’s up?
What’s up?
What’s up?
What’s up?
What’s up?
What’s up?

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, I’ma make sure they remember me
‘Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)
I’ma make sure that they feelin’ me
So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)
Everybody know I am from outer space (Yeah)
So you know that aliens be sendin’ me (Woah)
Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
No, statistically, I can’t win every time
But you know the score prolly like ten to three
And them three times that I had to take an L
I remember them boys tried to finish me
Said we roll a ‘Wood, I roll like fifty L’s
They say, “How you keep all of that energy?”
‘Cause I can’t go back to the hood where them niggas could send at me
I remember livin’ right next to my enemy (Woah)
Now I got too much money, I could blow up your whole facility (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ too much money, I can build me a new facility (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, yeah)
I fuck her three times, so I call that girl, um, a trinity (Woah, woah)
Uh, and no time, I would never ever let ’em sentence me (Woah, at all)
And in no time, gotta duck off ’cause these niggas would love killin’ me (Yeah)
What’s up? (What’s up?)
Don’t deal with the lies and the frauds (No)
That’s why I don’t get involved

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up? (Woo)
What’s up? (Yeah)
What’s up?
What’s up? (Yeah)
What’s up?
What’s up? (Ayy)
What’s up?
What’s up?

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, I’ma make sure they remember me
‘Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)
I’ma make sure that they feelin’ me
So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)
Everybody know I am from outer space
So you know that aliens be sendin’ me (Yeah)
Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me

[Verse 2: Future]
Everybody know I come from outer space
I got racks on me, you do not wanna race
I got enemies so niggas gonna hate
Keep that semi on me, get you out my way
Hit a new mistress every day
Got the new bitch, get on the cake
Got that lemon squeeze for the trigger play
Got some red toes, she on the way
I got Koreans, F&Ns
Rose gold diamonds same color Hen’
Cops tryna arrest me, I’m gone in the wind
You cannot catch me or none of my friends
You know that Richard Mille cost me a Benz
You know we get it poppin’ on my end
You see these blue face Benjamins
See the way these diamonds sittin’ off the lens
You know we comin’ in number one
You know we gon’ kill the whole summer too
You know I’m blowin’ up like an atomic bomb
You know it ain’t nothin’ to do
And I’m steppin’, I’m steppin’ in one-of-ones
Margielas got me walkin’ on the moon
All this money got me like I’m on shrooms
Drankin’ yellow, feelin’ like a tycoon

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up?
What’s up? (Woo)
What’s up? (Ayy)
What’s up?
What’s up? (Yeah)
What’s up? (Yeah)
What’s up?
What’s up?

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, I’ma make sure they remember me
‘Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)
I’ma make sure that they feelin’ me
So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)
Everybody know I am from outer space
So you know that aliens be sendin’ me (Yeah)
Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account
If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me

Ant Clemons – Aladdin Lyrics (feat. Pharrell)

[Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Bend and bust it open for me (Bend it, bend it)
Don’t you catch them feelings on me (They not allowed)
Bent on the sheets, everything (Bite down, bite down)
Tell you, “Turn right on this dick”, but it ain’t no timeout, timeout

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 1: Ant Clemons]
Come and ride me, I’m Aladdin
Livin’ life, livin’ lavish
I’m mixed up with a bad bitch
f**ked around and got a habit
f**ked around and got a habit
It—, it—, now gotta have it
f**ked around and got a habit
Bad bitch, that’s a habit

[Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Bend and bust it open for me (Bend it, bend it)
But don’t you catch them feelings on me (They not allowed)
Bent on the sheets, everything (Bite down, bite down)
Tell you, “Turn right on this dick”

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
f**k frozen water ’cause, uh, this Richard Mille set is fire (Satisfy)
Transparent, still a couple mill’ tryna hide (Hide)
Horse standin’ on her hind legs, profile (Profile)
Basically a couple mill’ statue, I don’t drive (I don’t drive)
Three new high rise in Toronto skies (In the 6, 6)
GMO beef, sis, I’m Beyond (I’m Beyond, sis)
I won’t rub nothin’ that’s superficial by the sides (The sides)
But I put my hands together for my God

[Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Bend and bust it open for me (Bend it, bend it)
Don’t you catch them feelings on me (They not allowed)
Bent on the sheets, everything (Bite down, bite down)
Tell you, “Turn right on this dick,” but it ain’t no timeout, timeout

[Post-Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 3: Ant Clemons]
Turned a hobby to a lifestyle
Now I’m glowin’ with the lifestyle
Floor lighter like I’m Mike now
Screamin’, “f**k the other side now”
Ever since I got my check (My check)
I just need to spend (Spend)
I just need new bags (Bags)
I don’t need new friends (Friends)
Got a bad bitch (Bitch)
She don’t even trip
Funny how them tables turn
When the needle spin

[Chorus: Ant Clemons]
Bend and bust it open for me (Bend it, bend it)
But don’t you catch them feelings on me (They not allowed)
Bent on the sheets, everything (Bite down, bite down)
Tell you, “Turn right on this dick,” but it ain’t no timeout, timeout

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Nick Cannon – Madoff Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman]
Nick Cannon
This Birdman, Cash Money Stunna, mane
Just wanted to tell you keep it pushin’
Keep doin’ your thug
You know niggas proud of you
Keep risin’, keep goin’ higher
Keep gettin’ the bag
You got full support on this side of the fence
Cash Money, NCredible
(Got it on smash)
It’s a way up lifestyle
Keep blastin’, homie
Blatt, Rich Gang
(Hitmaka)

[Chorus]
Pull up shootin’ shots out the AR (Boom)
f**kin’ bad bitches, then I skate off (Skrrt)
You know this a PJ when I take off
I’m tryna make a hundred billion like I’m Madoff
Bad bitch catcher, Richard Mille watch snatcher
Took a flight to France just to shop expensive fabrics
I’m in a whole ‘nother league, way out of your tax bracket
Niggas talkin’ action, we pull up and get to spazzin’

[Verse 1]
I’ve been beefin’ with these niggas all winter, yeah, yes
Summer comin’, bitch, we ’bout to run it, yeah, yeah (Run it, run it)
I like millions, boy, I got a habit, yeah, yeah (Habit)
Shorty shakin’ ass, lookin’ back at it
Twenty thousand all in ones, tell them bitches, “Don’t panic” (Don’t panic)
Shakin’ like an addict, give me top like an attic
They say beware of Marshall Mathers, I’ma watch him like my Patek (Never scared)
If niggas want the static, we pull up and let ’em have it, ayy

[Pre-Chorus]
On a whole ‘nother level, throw it all (Throw it all)
Money in the air, don’t give a f**k (Don’t give no f**k)
Haters really wanna beef with me, for what? (For what?)
‘Cause my diamonds, they be shinin’, got every bitch in the party like (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Pull up shootin’ shots out the AR (Boom)
f**kin’ bad bitches, then I skate off (Skrrt)
You know this a PJ when I take off
I’m tryna make a hundred billion like I’m Madoff
Bad bitch catcher, Richard Mille watch snatcher
Took a flight to France just to shop expensive fabrics
I’m in a whole ‘nother league, way out of your tax bracket
Niggas talkin’ action, we pull up and get to spazzin’

[Verse 2]
I-I-I been beefin’ with these niggas all winter, yeah, yes (Oh)
Summer comin’, bitch, we ’bout to run it, yeah, yeah (Run it, run it)
Haters in my comments, niggas hella funny
I don’t got Twitter fingers, use mine to count money (Count)
When my hands get tired, get your bitch to count it for me (Your bitch)
My main chick bad, she killin’ bitches, Ted Bundy (Killer)
Even though I do her dirty, when I f**k her, she still love me (She love me)
f**k with pretty chicks, get the dick even if you ugly (She thick)

[Pre-Chorus]
On a whole ‘nother level, throw it all (Throw it all)
Money in the air, don’t give a f**k (Don’t give no f**k)
Haters really wanna beef with me, for what? (For what?)
‘Cause my diamonds, they be shinin’, got every bitch in the party like (Shake it, shake it, shake it)

[Chorus]
Pull up shootin’ shots out the AR (Boom)
f**kin’ bad bitches, then I skate off (Skrrt)
You know this a PJ when I take off
I’m tryna make a hundred billion like I’m Madoff
Bad bitch catcher, Richard Mille watch snatcher
Took a flight to France just to shop expensive fabrics
I’m in a whole ‘nother league, way out of your tax bracket
Niggas talkin’ action, we pull up and get to spazzin’

[Bridge]
Like I’m Madoff
Yeah, like I’m Madoff
Like I’m Madoff
f**ked some bad bitches, then I made off
Like I’m Madoff
Like I’m Madoff
Money, like I’m Madoff
f**ked them bad bitches, bad bitches, then we made off

[Outro]
How could I, a black man, a negro
A negro, a whatever
How could I be the heir of the vineyard?

Yak Gotti – First Day Out Lyrics

[Intro: Yak Gotti & Juice WRLD]
Yeah (Slatt)
(Yak Gotti)
I ain’t never goin’ back and forth with this shit
Slatt life
Southside on the track

[Verse 1]
I got the stick in the coat
Wipin’ you, wipin’ your nose
I got the game in the yo
Let that boy slide when we, uh (Slime)
I got the stick in the coat
I got the yo (Woo)
Put back this shit in the yo (Slatt)

[Chorus]
If you reading this, it’s too late
First day out, went and bought me a Drac’
I’m not concerned with nothin’ they talkin’ ’bout
I’m just concerned with stuffin’ the safe
Sippin’ the ‘yac in the back of the ‘Lac
Don’t make me spill my drank, I’m feelin’ like Pinky
Death in a Newport, these niggas, they too short
I step on they ass just like some ashes

[Refrain]
I ain’t got that motherf**kin’ Wraith yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and cashed in at the bank yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t bought the house with the lake yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t never copped her nothin’

[Verse 2]
f**k a safe, I need the vault
These niggas, they rappin’ ’bout what they ain’t bought
They say Richard Mille, don’t know what it cost
Don’t speak on that shit, that there shit would be flaw
But I’ma get it, I know the limit
The hoopty, I pimped that bitch out like it’s hemi
First day out, my grave still diggin’
My dick is still in this and I’m on a mission
AP or Rollie, don’t know yet (Don’t know)
Retired, I’m ballin’ like Kobe (I’m gone)
I’m ridin’ on the E-way in the big body
I don’t even know where I’m goin’ (Where I’m goin’)
She tryna f**k me on some more shit (Hold up)
I’m countin’ this paper, stay focused
She ask me why I’m countin’ the same paper
I tell her I’m tryna stay focused
MACs out, no halfway house
Found a way in, no halfway out
Lil’ hops, they fly Clearport, yeah, that what that shit ’bout
This for them bitches that counted me out (I’m countin’)
Count it up again ’cause you f**ked up the count (I’m countin’)
This for them bitches that counted me out (I’m countin’)
I was just havin’ to stay for the count (I’m countin’)

[Refrain]
I ain’t got that motherf**kin’ Wraith yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t got that house with the lake yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and cashed in at the bank yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and overload the safe yet

[Verse 3]
The bad bitches callin’ each other
I’m all in the mall with my brothers (Okay)
She say she wan’ eat me like supper (What else?)
I just counted two hundred large (Two hundred)
I’m thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ vehicle (Okay)
I’m thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ vehicle (Okay)

[Chorus]
If you reading this, it’s too late
First day out, went and bought me a Drac’
I’m not concerned with nothin’ they talkin’ ’bout
I’m just concerned with stuffin’ my safe
Sippin’ that ‘yac in the back of the ‘Lac
Don’t make me spill my drank, I’m feelin’ like Pinky
Death in my Newport, these niggas, they too short
I step on they ass just like some ashes (Slatt)

[Post-Chorus]
Dora the Explorer say, “Swiper, no swipin’” (Dora)
Dora the slime say, “Gotti, just slime ’em”
Ridin’ in a ‘Rari, got Dolly beside me
Ridin’ in the Explorer, had Dolly beside me
Dora the Explorer say, “Swiper, no swipin’”
Dora the slime say, “Gotti, just slime ’em”
Ridin’ in a ‘Rari, got Dolly beside me
Ridin’ in the Explorer, had Dolly beside me

[Outro]
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out
It’s my
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out
Y’all know y’all done f**ked up, right?
Ooh, get in there, ooh, yeah
Get in there, get in there, ooh, yeah
Okay, ooh, yeah, yeah
Get in there, ooh, yeah, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my, it’s my first day out

Frank Ocean – In My Room Lyrics

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[Verse]
No sleeper seats, that’s a mattress
No sleeper seats, that’s a mattress
You ain’t stingy split your tablets with me
You won’t flex when camera’s flashing, flashing
Not fake laidback no it’s natural
And I don’t think you made for the life I lead
I’m not fake patient, I don’t fake sick
That kinda coughin’ don’t need lean, rest in peace
Got this lust for life in me
Horny for the game
First they kiss then they bite soft
Then that bitch wanna play it off
Fuck it, I’m pretty still in a pit of snakes
Where serpents shake some brand new scales
I need a new face, I’m tired of these bills
Asking for millions, sleep with a rocket
Turn out the pocket, think that they Elvis
Plenty ungrateful, they don’t say thank you
They don’t say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions
Fuck it I’m pretty still, look at my grill
Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds
Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers
Forty-nine diamonds, they’re for my bracelet
That cost a wop, that cost a whopper
And it ain’t new, I had to knot it, John Ehret in my locker
Pretty still, and it ain’t no pretty pill
It’s either real or real
Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field
Skin hot, when they try me like how poppers feel
Hands shaking, norepinephrine level sky, rocket fuel

[Bridge]
Quit being violent with me
Quit being violent with me
Quit being violent with me
You make me violent

[Outro]
My room, my room, my room with me
Every night you were in my room
My room, my room with me
I guess I can’t state my feelings too soon
I don’t know you
And I can’t put no threats in the air

Snoop Dogg – Do It When I’m In It Lyrics

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[Intro: Jermaine Dupri & Ozuna]
(Hi Music Hi Flow)
Y’all know who this is
(Ozuna, jaja)

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
From the LBC shore, wheels up on the G4
Louis bag with the Gucci loafs, silk shirt with a mink coat
Flying in, selling game to all you hoes and you’re buying in
Legend in your presence, hiding
Got a room full of bitches and they lying there
High in there, ain’t no fire, but a lot of wine in there
They get it, ain’t no WiFi
On the low, close the door, bitch, I Spy
See when I pull up, jump in, we slip out
Roll up, roll out, get mines, dip out
She had to come and give a real Crip a taste
Out of pocket, never that stayin’ in stripper’s place
Big brown ass with some fat titties
And baby make magic when I’m in the city

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 2: Ozuna]
(Jaja; ma’)
Ya perdí la cuenta de lo que me estoy buscando
Gastando, viajando el mundo, en un avión rodando (Un avión rodando)
Tu mujer me está chequeando (-tá chequeando)
Y no le cuente’ que en el año son treinta palo’ sonando (-ta palo’ sonando)
Balenciaga, flow de Richard Mille, de Patek, de [?]
¿Quién te enseñó ese, quién fue? (Ah)
Lo que tú hace’ ahora ya yo lo pasé, ah (Ya yo lo pasé, ah)
A melón por año estuviera en ’93 (Ah)
Que tú no tienes flow, yo lo valgo y lo mantengo (Y lo mantengo)
Tírenme to’, que con ustedes me entretengo (Me entretengo)
Tú suenas bien pero el jarabe yo lo tengo (Ay, yo lo tengo)
Bajé pa’l barrio, de ahí es que yo me mantengo (Nah, jaja)
Que tú no tienes flow, yo lo valgo y lo mantengo (Y lo mantengo)
Tírenme to’, que con ustedes me entretengo (Yo me entretengo)
Tú suenas bien pero el jarabe yo lo tengo (Prr, prr, ja)
Bajé pa’l barrio, de ahí es que yo me mantengo (Hi Music Hi Flow)

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Eyes hid behind the tints on my glasses (I’m high)
Cartier frames, I become a fanatic (I’m blind)
Belaire champagne, we don’t drink out the glasses (No)
Time is money baby, so I quibble over semantics (Word)
Ace card good, but my license invalid (Word)
She gon’ throw it back, but it ain’t for the challenge (Throw it back)
I just seen Snoop park the Wraith at the valley (Wraith)
And we with crazy girls, so the girls gotta be ’bout it (Let’s go)
From the zip to the LBC, we make the girls get W-E-T
I see you, I know you see me
Can I get sloppy in the foreign two seater? (Skrt)
Yeah, mami, call me, “Big papi” (Big Papi)
Chop a nigga, don’t speak ’cause I’m rich and groovy
Got hits like Rudy, make a bitch whistle me
Tequila got me loopy, Russ pack, fruity (Nigga)

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri]
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)
Every time I come to town (Uh)
Shortie bad, she gon’ bust it down (Yeah)
She know about the digits in my bank account
And she love the way I do it when I’m in it (Ooh, oh)

[Outro: Ozuna]
O-Ozuna, ja
Hi Music Hi Flow
Pue-Puerto Rico
Dominican Republic, baby, ja
Nibiru, Nibiru, Nibiru, Nibiru
Dimelo Vi, ja

Offset – Quarter Milli Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Yeah, Metro, Metro-Set
You know what it is, uh
Uh, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)

[Chorus: Offset]
I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble (M&M)
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’ (Richard Mille)
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin’, seal)
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (Luther King)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Pinky ring)
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Had to switch lane, my pattern (Switch lane)
Rolls Royce, it’s a ghost like Casper
Came through drippin’ in the peacoat (Drip, drip)
I was sittin’ in the pen, face the Rico (Woo)
My daddy on dope, tryna keep low (Dope)
Put the AP on my mama, she on fleek, ho (Woo)
Double C’s on my feet, Valentinos (Double C’s)
I got 13 M’s, Dan Marino
Don’t work in a gym, work a kilo
Knock, knock, who is that? Check the peephole (Who?)
We get to kickin’ like pedal (Woo, woo, woo)
Diamonds dancin’ like Fabo (Fabo, Fabo)
Flip a nigga’s ass when I say so (Say so, say so)
With a Glock, not a Draco (Glock)
Connect the dots like a Lego (Dots)
Chicken in the wheel, MAACO (Woo)
We did the independent takeover (Independent)
I make a bitch get the makeover
Kickback like a Maybach Benz (Kickback)
.38 with the beam back then (.38)
Stay clean and the money comin’ in (Stay clean)
1988 my lens (88)
Fucked the bitch, then she ate her friends (She ate)
What you got in the safe? I want in (Safe)
Pew, pew, pew, pew, get spinned (Bow)
Hunnid racks, I can blow it in the wind

[Chorus: Offset & Gucci Mane]
I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble (M&M)
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’ (Richard Mille)
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin’, seal)
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (It’s Gucci)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Hah)
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin (Woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Metro, Sizzle, Wiz, Offset and we got so much bread (Wop)
Bury us in Dolce, bitch, and cover us with bread (Damn)
All this money pilin’, I might buy a private island (Huh)
All this private flying, private jettin’ to different climates
Elliot and Fezzy teamin’ up, they got me wet (Fezzy)
Told my bitch to bury me in nothin’ but baguettes (Mwah)
Knockers, but my Tech cup is that Rolls Royce truck, it’s red
Pussy please don’t push me ’cause I’m so close to the ledge (It’s Wizzop)

[Chorus: Offset]
I made a whole mil’ off of the dribble
Bought a Richard Mille, quarter milli’ (Richard Mille)
Sippin’ out the seal, hurt the kidneys (Sippin’, seal)
Trappin’ Bobby, R.I.P to Whitney (Brown)
Lamborghini, 12 come get me (12)
Audemar Piguets, one-fifty (Piguets)
The ball-man make one call (Boss, brr)
Hit him with the saw (Raa)
Pull up, Ferrari, creep, crawl (Skrrt, skrrt)
Then I put my wrist on froze (Ice, yeah)
Yeah, I went rose-gold with the Patek (Patek)
I had to grab the choppa for the static (Braa, braa)
Mama in Celine, fuck my daddy (Mama)
Luther King with the dream, work magic (Luther King)
Pinky ring start a scene, need glasses (Pinky ring)
Get to floatin’ off the lean like Aladdin

[Outro: Offset & Gucci Mane]
Woo, Hah
Huh

Future – Promise U That Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
It ain’t no talk on this
You a bad lil’ bitch, don’t worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I know you don’t want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin’ love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won’t try me
Hop on the trolley just to see me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I’ll respect game
Only thing that I can say is…

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Juice]
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Verse 2: Future]
Permanent issues got me thinkin’ outside the box
They was sayin’ I was cocky, I don’t feel like I’m cocky enough
Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don’t wanna get caught carin’ too much
I can’t expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I’m thinkin’ tropical, beaches and leeches, I’m thinkin’ private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli’ on me with a Richard Mille on me, I’m the bigger homie
I don’t get no sleep, I made love on these corners

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin’ to you when he fuck you like that

[Outro: Future]
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me fix all my rings
Let’s converse off codeine (Yeah)

Future – Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m lovin’ it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

[Verse]
I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)
I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a 4-4
Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)
Makin’ over the Richard Mille
Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done fucked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

[Outro]
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

Future – Crushed Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Plain jane, Jackie Chan, Richard Mille
You gon’ be the one bust it down, I can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it (Wheezy outta here)
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 1]
Half a ticket for my wrist, spill so big
I put five pointers in the face, you can see it
I just put my whole damn arm in the fridge
Ten chains on, Lucky Charms, I’m the shit
Ten, ten different exotic cars how we slid
Meet me in Chanel in the back, we goin’ big
I been gettin’ NBA money, Jason Kidd
I just charged a whole damn M for a gig
And I got that Nitro for a pig
I’ma make it spark when you see it
You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Verse 2]
Bust down my Swiss watch, I’m throwed off
I just joined the big league, Lonzo
Tell me what that lick read, one call
Pink diamonds poppin’ out, cotton ball
Bodies get to droppin’ nigga, bonjour
I got some’ to say to the pigs, yeah
I just got an M for a gig, yeah
I just blowed an M on my kids, yeah
Foreigns in the driveway, you can see it, yeah
Meet me in Hublot we goin’ big, yeah
A plain jane, get it remixed, yeah
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it

[Chorus]
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face crushed up, I can see it
Diamonds in the face, di-diamonds in the face

[Outro]
Diamonds
Crushed up, diamonds in the face
Diamonds in the-
Up, I can see it
Crushed up, diamonds crushed up
Diamonds in the face crushed up, you can see it
Crushed up
Diamonds (And I got that Nitro for a pig
I’ma make it spark when you see it)
Diamonds (You can call the narcs, I ain’t quittin’)

Young Thug – Icey Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 1]
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her ’til she’s purple Hoover
What up? You can’t waste none of my time bitch
I’m up, I got way too many money
I’m up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin’ up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring ’round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told ’em baby “don’t waste my time” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 2]
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin’, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it’s her birthday, sendin’ shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah

[Bridge]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

Lil Yachty – Who Want The Smoke? Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Lil’ Juice]
I fuck with this shit, man
Ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Word!

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I-I-I hear shots comin’ on the low from hoes I’m higher than
This attention is so flatterin’ ’cause they’re admirin’
Don’t know what’s on their mind, but it should be retirement
Get the AARP or this AR get to firin’ (blat)
They don’t want smoke with me (no)
The diamonds is chokin’ me, their pussy need potpourri
These bitches is 0-3
And there ain’t a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink
Tell me what Hov would think
I get the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin’, they talkin’, I’m takin’ it in
I did not come here to make any friends
Who buried the bridge and aren’t makin’ amends
They don’t want none, I’ll say it again (yee!)
They don’t want none, I pray for their sins (hah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Cardi B]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is you fuckin’? (Yeah) Baby girl I need to know (who?)
Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?)
Bitch so damn wet, drippin’ on my marble floor (drip, drip, drip)
Never not strapped, in my city, on my foe
Pull up in a two-seater (yeah,) in a wife-beater
With my bro, he be bangin’ like a car speaker
All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Glock 40 in my coat
My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (fire, fire)
Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
Hot potato, bullet, let it go (brrt, brrt, brrt)
The .44 put him in a yolk (.44)
Pull up in the store, no, like he seen a ghost
And I got the kilo comin’ on the boat (kilo)
We gon’ move it fast, vamanos, vamanos (vamanos)
Niggas talkin’ foul on the d-low (foul)
[?] I’m standin’ at the line, shoot a free throw
Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it’s see-through (impeccable)
Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
Seen the Ghost, [?] got a scope and I hope
That they pull up to the spot with the ho
Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (smoke)
The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
[?] at them niggas, shawty, I don’t know
Choppa made that bitch (bah), ain’t nowhere to go
Throw him off the boat (die), in the river, float (float)
30 round clip in this clip clear (clear)
I’m in the Wraith so I’m lookin’ at the rear mirror (mirror)
Free jit, we ain’t goin’ for that shit, period (free jit)
Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (hey, hey)

Carnage – Overtime lyrics

(feat. Sebastian Reynoso & KYLE)

[Intro: Sebastian Reynoso]
Ooh, woah

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on, on, rackin’ up the blue chips
On, on, on, on, always focused on a new bitch
On, on on, on, better off with yo bitch
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Mille for the time

[Bridge: KYLE]
Can I hit it like it’s all mine? Yeah
Do you need a little more time? Mmm
Pick you up in a new ride, yeah
I could hook you up with a new life
Haha, yeah

[Verse: KYLE]
Things he can’t do, ayy
I make dreams come true, ayy
I could get you in the mood, ayy
Ooo Ooo, ayy
You know what to do, ayy
Baby make this move, ayy
Is she yours or mine? I wish I knew, ayy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso with KYLE]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she has the right to know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb

[Bridge: Distorted voice]
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] feel me
[?] Grammy
[?] Grammy

[Chorus: Sebastian Reynoso]
Overtime, overtime
Is she really yours, or is she mine?
Is she driving yours, or is it mine?
Money on my mind, Richard Millie for the time
I was already in it, your shit lookin’ rented
And I hope she know-ow-ows, I’m the man of the city
And she got the right to Know-ow-ow, she might make an appearance
A weekend in Paris
Smoke weed ’til my face numb
I’m on, on, on

Slim Jxmmi – Chanel (feat. Swae Lee & Pharrell) lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the “B” is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, “Y’all copy, un-needly” (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, “You’re bitin'”, you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Slim Jxmmi, Swae Lee & Rae Sremmurd – Chanel (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the "B" is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, "Y’all copy, un-needly" (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, "You’re bitin’", you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake & Mike Will Made-It) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake & Mike Will Made-It)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Trouble & Mike Will Made-It – Bring It Back (feat. Drake) (Uncensored)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Future & Young Thug – Mink Flow

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s gone choke, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg shit with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I fucked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
Cat Mink flow, I’m warm
Got millions, just stay calm
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill shit like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

Drake – Bring It Back lyrics

Below are the complete “Bring It Back” lyrics by Drake displayed. These lyrics were added December 8, 2017.

Bring It Back lyrics

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that sh*t now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

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[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherf*cking hood
But you ain’t no motherf*cking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you f*cking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that sh*t you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

DRAKE – Bring It Back lyrics

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that sh*t now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherf*cking hood
But you ain’t no motherf*cking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you f*cking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that sh*t you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherf*cking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho sh*t, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

Trouble – Bring It Back (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bank rolls on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Ayy, she say you so motherfucking hood
But you ain’t no motherfucking good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all this blessing
Know you fucking with a real one though, no question
Partna you gon’ get spent on all that flexing
So many of us shooting you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hating on that man won’t do you no blessing
Tryna teach a young nigga flexing
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head
All about the family, niggas took the pledge
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six because we started there
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snapping ain’t nobody safe
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they going with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It
Me and Big Trouble baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my motherfucking pantry
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancing
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses
Just dropped your bitch off, man that ho so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat
Yeah, I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me
Yeah, gas up all that ho shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout no stack
Cause I will blow you back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

FUTURE – Mink Flow lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

Future – Mink Flow lyrics

Below are the complete “Mink Flow” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 22 minutes ago.

Mink Flow lyrics

[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
One penthouse, two Benz
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
I feel like I’m Hercules, oh
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
Ain’t letting no money get away from me, ohh
TSA ain’t ready for me
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can’t get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40’s, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
Nah, we ain’t writing no note
Never, nah
I ain’t gotta ride to the store no more
I’ma let the Maybach go
The pent got a pole in it
The marvelous Raf Simmons
Four levels in it
I ain’t even know you was in it

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

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[Verse 2: Future]
Runnin’ the cars
Stealin’ bombs
Hope you blow up
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
Might as well give it ’em now and catch the first degree
Steven Spielberg sh*t with the currency
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
I can’t let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossing me
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can’t talk for me
When it come to closing deals, I finger f*ck currency
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
Looks can be deceiving, yeh
Looks can deceiving
We going through like speeding
I f*cked this bad European (foreign)
She took the phone, I think she scheming
Ain’t been to sleep been stopped dreaming
If it ain’t stress, you must be grieving
Looks can be deceiving

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You can make love in the morning
That Mink flow, I’m warm
Got milly in the safe, come
Nigga get turned upside down
I was rich way before the gang
I was slime way before the name
Kill sh*t like today
And that’s all I gotta say
Ain’t leading you wrong

Chris Brown – High End (feat. Future & Young Thug)

[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
What’s the total? (yeah, yeah)
What’s the list read?
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones

Chris Brown – High End Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
High end, yeah
You know, what we doin’ (what)
I’m set, slatt, set, gang, set

[Verse 1: Future]
I’m on a high end (jet)
I’m ’bout to fly in (set)
Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I was just glidin’ (I was just glidin’)
I just be stylin’ (stylin’, style)
I’m on a high end (I’m on a high)
I’m on a fly end (eh, yeah)
We ’bout to fly in (yeah, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (skrrt, skrrt)
Ran out of mileage (ran out of mileage)
Gotta go find it (gotta go find it)
Sit next to a thotty (sit next to a thotty)
In a big body (in a big body)
Juug set Wu-Tang (juug set Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (we like Shaolin)
Bust down Tony (yeah, yeah)
Bust down [?] (bust down [?])
Rockin’ Balenci’ (rockin’ Balenci’)
Whippin’ up big B’s (whip up big B’s)
What’s the total?
What’s the list read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille (yeah)
Richard Mille cost me ’bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin’ at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Diadora
‘Cause they say I’m spendin’ too much money in the stores
Pluto

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Haha
Everything high end (high end)
I whip the Masi’ (Masi’)
I pop a half a perc (half a perc)
Make a deposit (‘posit)
I am not from the Earth (from the Earth)
Stay on my fly shit (fly shit)
I’m flyin’ private (private)
On my Dubai shit (‘bai shit)
On a Ducati, stuntin’ on ’em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here’s some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch
All the vampires know that we don’t go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high end (high end)
Everything high end (high end)
And you fake, nigga (fake, nigga)
Should retire (retire)
And you fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
Should get fired up (fired up)
Don’t fuck with Fed niggas (Fed niggas)
They be wired up (wired up)

[Interlude: Future]
Pluto
Everything high end

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Uh (pew, pew)
I wanna bargain (on God)
‘Bout to hit Khaled (yeah)
I want an X pill (uh)
I want a molly (uh)
I’ma get seasick (seasick)
From these diamonds (from these diamonds)
Eyes locked in (uh huh)
I would climb in (let’s get it)
She ’bout to climax (yeah)
Put the doors in knap sacks (snacks)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put some hundreds in gem clips (look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (yeah)
Maybach seat massage (skrrt, skrrt)
Backseat turn to bump (yeah)
Security outside like a guard (damn)
Securin’ my spot, I’m a dog (secure)
Securin’ the spot like a guard (secure the spot)
I’m a big B like a wasp (uh)
Can’t come to me, I’m a boss (yeah)
400 racks on my car (uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (damn)
King Tut gotta say it’s old (auction)
Spend a milli’ at a store (to get tags)
Got my wrist like King Tut’s (now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (yeah)
Nigga tried to take my money, I left his ass in there
Then hopped inside the Jag, I did the dash, you know that (skrrt)
I ain’t gon’ stay on no scene, I let my lawyer handle that (yeah)
Get it
Everything high end (uh)
I see it, it’s mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (it’s mine)
I’m wet up like faucets
Catch up to not get
We don’t let bygones be bygones

K. Michelle – Either Way lyrics

K. Michelle Either Way ft. Chris Brown.

Either Way lyrics

Either way
Either way
Either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
Ass shots, real or fake
That ass gon’ jiggle, for ‘em anyway
Ain’t fuckin’ with me on your best day
I don’t like you, but I love how your man lick the plate
I know you seen what I post today
Diamonds up like Jay, crazy on my Kanye
’cause I need, someone to do, somewhere to play
Fuck it, I might Uber me a Jet today
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

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[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ brazy with my braids
Where my shades? See the face
All the diamonds blunted, that’s why your bitch came
And she stay, she ain’t scared that I got felonies
Love a country nigga, with the pot
Teachin’ hoes my new recipe
She never kiss and tell
Give her coin in a wishing well
You buy your bitch a Michael Kors
I buy my bitch a Richard Mille
My girl got booty like K. Michelle
If I pay her bills, she gon’ pay my bail
Paper trail, nigga oh well
Louboutin, shawty toe nails
I turn your bitch into a coat, yeah
I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3: K. Michelle]
I get a lot of love, you get a lot of nothin’
He don’t hit you when he sober
’cause you getting my left overs
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach
He pull up in a Maybach
I pull up in a ‘rari
Skrrt, on his ass, nigga I ain’t sorry

[Pre-Chorus: K.Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good at night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

[Verse 4: K.Michelle]
I-i-i got a whole lot of paper (cash)
I got a whole lot of haters (uh)
Bitch I be drippin’ in sauce
’cause I got a whole lot of flavors
Riding your little Benz, with all of your friends
I just keep it solo, be perking on 10’s
They want me to end, but bitch I’ma win
Bitch I done won, and I’ma show ’em
’cause I ride the dick, like a Harley
2Pac is back, gangster party
Got a fetish for head in a Maserati
Gucci all up and down, that’s what’s on my body
Damn bruh, damn bruh, damn bitch, bitch
Steady talkin’ shit, when you don’t write your own hits?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
They don’t like me, what they say?
I hear rumors, I feel the hate
But, I’m okay, I’m young and rich
I be high all day (ooh)

[Chorus: K. Michelle & Chris Brown]
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way
Either way, I’m gon’ be straight
Damn, my life is great (woo)
Sleeping good in the night
In the morning eating eggs and steak (yeah, yeah)
Sleep ‘fore I wake, I’m gon get this money either way
Either way, either way

French Montana – Bring Dem Tings (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams & French Montana]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?
Skateboard!
Skate on these niggas

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Maybe, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a sicken to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them chains
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things

DJ Khaled – Iced Out My Arms (feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I.) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms