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Moneybagg Yo – Wat U On Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Outro]
Damn, Denaro

Logic – Alright (feat. Big Sean) lyrics

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[Hook:]
Hold up, let me get my mind right
Let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright
You know everything is alright

[Verse 1: Logic]
Just ride with a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin’ in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin’ Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin’ liquor by the liter
That’s royalty, like the homie Gambino
He know we be in the casino lightin’ Cubans with a C-note
I’ma fuck the game, dare you to test my libido
Comin’ up shorter than Danny Devito whenever I step on the beat, ho
Like a killer on the creep slow
Had my share of defeat, but we still gon’ eat, ho
While the fans bumpin’ Welcome To Forever on repeat though
Wonderin’ if I’ma ever fall off
Feelin’ mad at the world, wanna hit her with the sawed off
Blowin’ up like a molotov
This is war everybody ain’t no reason I’ma call it off
Get it right, shout out to the homie Dizzy Wright
In the studio everyday so you know this shit about to be a busy night
Everything is all, everything is alright

[Bridge: Big Sean]
It’s finally famous over everything
Rattpack gang
What up though Logic, yeah
Day one shit right there

[Hook:]
Hold up, let me get my mind right
Let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright
You know everything is alright

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Oh my God they plottin’ and schemin’
Fuckboys rather me not even breathin’
They tryna take my blessins away
They gotta be demons, I’m blessed everyday
And I’m blessed like I’m sneezin’, I’m healthy and well
On top of my ship and I’m not even sinkin’
And I get to sit back and say that I’m happy
But can’t spend a day without smokin’ and drinkin’
Got champagne problems And I order more, of my wardrobe is aura gold
I’m a young nigga with a older soul
But still young enough to know I gotta know some more
I made somethin’ out of nothin’, Sean Don the magician
She doin’ tricks with the pussy, I guess she’s a vagician
She tryna hold on to a nigga sta-sta-stackin’ up
Purell for these fake niggas tryna dap dap me up
Hype nigga back-back-back it up
Claimin’ that we homies, boy stop
That’s the type of shit I boycott
Yellin’ fuck the 5. 0, state troops
Any nigga with a badge, I don’t even trust the boy scouts
I got these good girls hoin’ out
Tell me what the fuck you know about
Bein’ that nigga that these niggas don’t know about
Then they throw you in the game then you mothafuckin’ blow it out
Now everything is alright

[Hook:]
Hold up, let me get my mind right
Let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright
You know everything is alright

[Verse 3: Logic]
Rippin’ through Gotham, hatin’ mothafuckas, I wanna off ‘em
Hella endorphins, got me livin’ life to the coffin
I’m coughin’, wonderin’ if I’m goin’ insane
Nobody knowin’ my pain but I be killin’ cause I’m into the game
Now lookin’ back it’s like ain’t nothin’ the same
All these Spanish women watchin’ me like a novela
Hit you with a Beretta get you wetter than a umbrella
Ain’t nobody better do it like me
I know a lot of mothafuckas don’t like me
Probably wanna fight me, but I just keep the peace
No need to keep a piece
I keep my enemies on a leash capiche?
And keep it real for the people I reach!

VanJess – Through Enough (feat. Goldlink)

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[Verse 1: VanJess]
Steady conversation
Lay you on a mission
All looking, from mother to the son
Don’t mean much for this one, this one

[Pre-Chorus: VanJess]
I need a little bit more space, yeah, space, yeah
They won’t forgive him, misgrace, yeah
Ooh, my heart ain’t making it through
Another break has been through
I gotta set the roots
Before you come and then bang

[Chorus: VanJess]
Don’t take me ransom, babe
I been through enough, through enough, I
Need more than action, babe
Yeah, I been through enough, through enough, I
Don’t take me ransom, babe
I been through enough, through enough, I
Need more than action, babe
Yeah, I been through enough, through enough, I

[Verse 2: VanJess]
Heavy ammunition
Loaded up in your gun
I have played and haven’t always won
Every guard will stay up, stay up, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: VanJess]
I need a little bit more space, yeah, space, yeah
They won’t forgive him, misgrace, yeah
Ooh, my heart ain’t making it through
Another break has been through
I gotta set the roots
Before you come and then bang

[Chorus: VanJess]
Don’t take me ransom, babe
I been through enough, through enough, I
Need more than action, babe
Yeah, I been through enough, through enough, I
Don’t take me ransom, babe
I been through enough, through enough, I
Need more than action, babe
Yeah, I been through enough, through enough, I

[Verse 3: GoldLink]
Crazy nigga with the confidence
Confidant, Sean Don, and proper tense
You can dance to my pain and we can talk a bit
Or we can go up to a mountain and I park the whip
Gorgeous titties, niggas mad
My old chick mad, my new chick mad, man everybody mad at me
My momma be hot, loco niggas be sick
So many niggas mad that I should call this shit MADtv
D.C. summers playing, living on and on in my head
From the city rapping, never left my city for dead
See I’m a cool, black pimp, playa version of a rapper
But I’m smooth with the lyrics and I’m cool with the bitches
And I got a big ego like Beyonce
And I should pray a little harder like the church say
I got verses, always gotta curse in
Killing rappers, I should start by driving hearses
Baby, that’s cool right? Yeah

[Chorus: VanJess]
Don’t take me ransom, babe
I been through enough, through enough, I
Need more than action, babe
Yeah, I been through enough, through enough, I
Don’t take me ransom, babe
I been through enough, through enough, I
Need more than action, babe
Yeah, I been through enough, through enough, I

Nicky Nicardo – More

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[Intro]
I need more paper
Need more paper
I need more paper

[Chorus]
Said I need more paper, more paper, more women and more bottles
I need more haters, more stress and more problems
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
I need more haters, more stress and more problems

[Verse 1]
I need more space, talkin’ mansions on the estate
More than a couple cars, I won’t put ’em in the garage
You know these hoes are flawed, niggas flexin’, that’s a facade
I’m doin’ more than y’all, more or less I’m takin’ off
I need more Ralph Lauren, real aristocratic player shit
Bad college women who don’t want a real relationship
More success ’cause I had got addicted after tastin’ it
And more Sean Don ’cause I was stumblin’ and wastin’ it
Less air time, but I gotta get from state to state
These hoes was barely on me, now they searchin’ for that weddin’ cake
More check deposits help me relax and just meditate
And more euphoric sedatives, she say she tryna elevate
More attention lately, so that means there’s less privacy
And more arrogance calls for way less modesty
I’m just now gettin’ on but I always been a prodigy
She said she don’t want me but she just not thinkin’ logically
I’m tired of these underneath rappers who be posin’
I do this shit ’cause I was chosen
From the penthouse, you see LA like Josh Rosen
Purple Raptor Phantom ’cause I just brought DeRozan

[Chorus]
I need more paper, need more paper
I need more paper, need more paper
I need more paper, need more paper
I need more paper, need more paper
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
I need more haters, more stress and more problems
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
I need more haters, more stress and more problems

[Verse 2]
More figures comin’ in, that’s why I have accountants though
These niggas prolly smokin’ gas but they don’t want an ounce of smoke
Whenever I be in the booth, it’s more amounts of pounds of coke
I’m down to roll with some model bitches and they down the road
I need more serviettes ’cause all my niggas eatin’
Back and forth across the country, makin’ moves like every weekend
Less sleepin’, got me tweakin’, I had jumped off in the deep end
Where the sharks be out there lurkin’ and connivin’ and be creepin’
Yeah, I need more of them Benjis, yeah, I spend more than a semi
I do not need less than a trendy
I need more of the Lawrys
I see these niggas, they sorry, I’m thinkin’ ’bout Porshes and ‘raris
Got all these hoes on me ’cause I been makin’ more money
And they seen the car in the west poppin’
And I need some more options, bossin’ over fettuccine
Don’t want no capers in my pasta
More rubber bands for my hundred dollar bills
And more bad hoes with fat ass, I hope it’s real
There’s more champagne in the fridge to keep it chill
She gettin’ more and more touchy, takin’ molly for the thrill

[Chorus]
Man, I need more paper, more women and more bottles
I need more haters, more stress and more problems
I need more paper, more women and more bottles
I need more haters, more stress and more problems

[Outro]
Yeah, man, like
If you ain’t fuck with me then, don’t try and fuck with me now
Like it’s over with like for everybody like
If you don’t love me now
If you not from the gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, get off
It’s the king of the south Bay, west coast
Yeah
Yeah

Big Sean & 2 Chainz – Light It Up letras

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[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh
I got everything to lose
Whoa, whoa
We did it, Finally Famous, nigga

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Story of my life, the come up (grind)
My night doesn’t end ’til the sun up (grind)
Finger fucking the money
I do whatever to keep it coming (oh)
When I walk in the building they all give me stares
But I dare anybody to run up
And I ain’t satisfied until I’m chubby, lil’ bitch
And I got hundreds on my paper ’cause I studied, lil’ bitch
Come and be my understudy, lil’ bitch, I’m your boss, not your buddy
Matter of fact, don’t talk in or around me
Matter of fact, if you standing next to us then you lucky
Matter of fact, wash your hands before you touch me, you disgusting lil’ bitch
Always reppin’, but I’m hardly home
Sean Don, Perrion, Don Corleone
Hit the vroom vroom every single time the ‘Rari on
Riding around in Malibu tryin’ to see a Barbie home
Came up from that one bedroom-room, now we on
Hoes bustin’ dance moves harder than Omarion
Fur is so fresh, oh my God, it’s still shedding
Radio flow, ho, I’m trying to break records
Getting every single thing on my checklist
I should be at the top of your threat list
When I come through have the bottles and confetti
Bitch, we ready

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Before I hit more than finessing
Might walk on the beach in Giuseppe’s
I think that my life is a blessin’
The girl that I’m with ego bigger than Precious
Before adolescence my development was arrested
Toss and turn in the bed restless
I’m glad that we made it back
Workin’ the back on Mercedes hatch
Straps with the gatorback
Faded black, take the pussy clip, don’t maniac
Take the pussy, never gave it back
Slap ’em with four types rings like an 80s cat
Looking for a great Dane, nightmares, Dana Dane
Changin’ lanes, smoking back to back, chain and chain
Fuck it till I get fatigue, major pain, woo
Swag like the NBA, I dunk and do a layup line (yeah)
Fuck a do not disturb, I need a bitch in here laced way up sign
Pay up time, I’m piped up in these streets
And if I put my jewelry on the light bill increase

[Hook: Big Sean]
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up
It’s time to light this shit up, light this shit up (lights)
It’s time to light they ass up, light they ass up
They gon’ know that it’s us, they gon’ know that it’s us
They gon’ know that it’s us, light that shit up