Cheat Codes – No Service in the Hills Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: PRINCE$$ ROSIE]
Yeah

[Chorus: blackbear & Trippie Redd]
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Have to chill)
Tryna make another mil’
I just can’t relax (Yeah), I might take a pill
I’ve been way up, got my bread up
Talkin’ like you hungry, bitch, I’m fed up, yeah (Yeah)
It’s no service in the hills (Yeah)
I can’t hit you back, you gon’ have to chill (Yeah)

[Verse 1: PRINCE$$ ROSIE]
FaceTime glitchin’ (Glitch)
You keep talkin’, I ain’t tryna listen (Listen)
Tom Ford, 20/20 vision (Yeah)
Tom Cruise, I’ve been on a mission (Uh)
9/11, whippin’ (Whippin’)
In the hills, it’s me, blackbear, and Trippie (Trippie)
I’ve been sippin’ Henny, no whiskey (Whiskey)
Shawty keep on calling, says she miss me, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear & Trippie Redd]
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Have to chill)
Tryna make another mil’ (Make a mil’)
I just can’t relax (Yeah), I might take a pill
I’ve been way up, got my bread up
Talkin’ like you hungry, bitch, I’m fed up, yeah (I’m so fed)
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
(Yeah)
With a bad bitch, flirting in the hills
In this Maybach, man, I’m swervin’ in the hills, yeah
Had to lift up my curtains in the hills
It look perfect in the hills
And if a nigga test me, commit murder in the hills
The devil’s working, hella serpents in the hills
The birds is chirping in the hills
It make me nervous in the hills
‘Cause that’s the reason why I’m swervin’ in the hills
Or why I’m hurtin’ in the hills, lose my purpose in the hills

[Chorus: blackbear & Trippie Redd]
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Have to chill)
Tryna make another mil’ (Make a mil’)
I just can’t relax (Yeah), I might take a pill
I’ve been way up, got my bread up
Talkin’ like you hungry, bitch, I’m fed up, yeah (I’m so fed)
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Yeah)

Cheat Codes – No Service In The Hills Lyrics (feat. Blackbear, Princess Rosie)

[Intro: PRINCE$$ ROSIE]
Yeah

[Chorus: blackbear & Trippie Redd]
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Have to chill)
Tryna make another mil’
I just can’t relax (Yeah), I might take a pill
I’ve been way up, got my bread up
Talkin’ like you hungry, bitch, I’m fed up, yeah (Yeah)
It’s no service in the hills (Yeah)
I can’t hit you back, you gon’ have to chill (Yeah)

[Verse 1: PRINCE$$ ROSIE]
FaceTime glitchin’ (Glitch)
You keep talkin’, I ain’t tryna listen (Listen)
Tom Ford, 20/20 vision (Yeah)
Tom Cruise, I’ve been on a mission (Uh)
9/11, whippin’ (Whippin’)
In the hills, it’s me, blackbear, and Trippie (Trippie)
I’ve been sippin’ Henny, no whiskey (Whiskey)
Shawty keep on calling, says she miss me, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear & Trippie Redd]
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Have to chill)
Tryna make another mil’ (Make a mil’)
I just can’t relax (Yeah), I might take a pill
I’ve been way up, got my bread up
Talkin’ like you hungry, bitch, I’m fed up, yeah (I’m so fed)
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
(Yeah)
With a bad bitch, flirting in the hills
In this Maybach, man, I’m swervin’ in the hills, yeah
Had to lift up my curtains in the hills
It look perfect in the hills
And if a nigga test me, commit murder in the hills
The devil’s working, hella serpents in the hills
The birds is chirping in the hills
It make me nervous in the hills
‘Cause that’s the reason why I’m swervin’ in the hills
Or why I’m hurtin’ in the hills, lose my purpose in the hills

[Chorus: blackbear & Trippie Redd]
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Have to chill)
Tryna make another mil’ (Make a mil’)
I just can’t relax (Yeah), I might take a pill
I’ve been way up, got my bread up
Talkin’ like you hungry, bitch, I’m fed up, yeah (I’m so fed)
It’s no service in the hills
I can’t hit you back (Yeah), you gon’ have to chill (Yeah)

Tory Lanez – Old Friends x New Foes lyrics

[Part 1: Old Friends]

[Verse]
Old friends become strangers
New friends become dangerous
Never does it ever let me down
‘Til you have real friends
‘Til you have real friends
I got my drank poured
I got these Js rolled up
No need to change clothes
I’ll be fine in what I got on
Keep meetin’ new hoes
And fuckin’ the same hoe once
I tried to move on
And end up right back inside this position

[Part 2: New Foes]

[Verse]
I got a million ties
Suits up like Tom Ford when I top back in the five
So alive I could die right now, come back still alive
You was fake with the handshake, now you come back still at fives
Only One Umbrella mob
Left her by her grandmama crib and then I went back to the ways
Went back to the field, had to hit it, step back for the plays
Step back with a ten pack, made ten rack for the day
Impact, don’t play
Been strapped since pin strap now I sit back on a Wraith
Damn, look how shit changed
Couldn’t see it back then
Now you say you see it when I been saved
Chick from the Himalayas, na-na-na-na-na
When I walk up in the buildin’, all you hear is
“Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!”
Didn’t love me at the bottom
But they wanna love a nigga at the top though
In it since, since Pac, now I got the bald head with the Pac flow
Neck lookin’ like Pablo with the ki’s stuffed in the Tahoe
Been licked since I blow out in Oslo with my eyes low
Said I got a million ties
You got a million ways to get it, well, I got a milly and five
I really will donate a mill to my city, it’s gettin’ too real to survive
Only the trillest survive
You don’t wanna get caught up in this situation when all of my niggas arrive
I’m back in the biddy, countin’ 100, 20, 50, like this Kinder Surprise
I open this shit up but see a surprise, when really it ain’t a surprise
This shit just come to me naturally
Women in love with me naturally
She told you that she never fucked me
But she was just fuckin’ me actually
Top down, top down
I’m hot now, hot now
Lot of rap and R&B niggas popped off my sound
Then I hit ’em with the southpaw, switch and they all dropped down
Cropped out, cropped out
They got me over the blog, me and Dream dollar bill
Rumors that we dated, gotta be faker than a three dollar bill
I just might walk in this Starlets, just to show you that the star lit
Add a bad bitch, market
Martin tell, keep ten shots next time that I get the ball lit
Wardrobe, crib callin’, new shit that I’m on, it’s
Yeah, tell ’em boys that the squad lit
All 100s, all green-blue, you swear I’m playin’ for the Hornets
But I’m playin’ for the T City and the Umbrella team with me
I got a million ties, pretty Brazilian wives
Come to my city and see how the shooters’ takin’ civilian lives
I been out there in the field with ’em, so who am I to pick a side?
Just ’cause I got legitimized, to hypocrite and criticize

Chevy Woods – On Me

[Intro]

[Hook]
I got more than your rent on me
Ayy, I got your bitch on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
Bitch I’m fly, you ain’t got shit on me

[Verse 1]
You keep rapping bout the trap house but we know you faking
Bitch keep talking like she single but she knows she’s taken
If you ain’t fucking, keep it moving, I can’t do no waiting
If you could snatch her man she’s yours, I don’t do no hating

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me

[Verse 2]
All these hundreds I be dumbing ooh
Girl don’t run away from it ooh
That pussy splashing, it feel like a pool
All these diamonds on me icy cool
Wow, she from the UK, baby girl a model
Ayy, said she a drinker, help me kill the bottle
Woah, we out in Aspen, I got Gucci goggles
[?] top me in the cabin, told her not a problem

[Hook]
Ayy, ayy, I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me
I got your bitch on me
I got your rent on me
Tom Ford, that’s the scent on me

Slaughter Gang Tip – No Brain

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brain in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

B***h you broke and boujee, your nigga sad and losing
I got a new Kel-Tec but I might use the Uzi
Sipping on Hi-Tech, we don’t do the deuces
A hundred K each show, tell me who is losing
I got a new freak ho, she tryna do the booty
I got the pink molly in, yes I still get booted
That nigga missed all his shots, tell me who is shooting
Three stripes on my clothes b***h, yeah it’s Gucci
Tom Ford lense on, I can see you chosing
She put you in the friendzone, now you looking stupid
Can’t fall in love with no freak ho, b***h my name ain’t Cupid
A hundred guns from the pawn shop, I can’t wait to use it.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

Dressed in Gucci, Fendi, b***h stay out my business
Last nigga tried me, I ain’t leave no witness
This a real trap house, I don’t take no pennies
I get a hundred pounds in like I’m LA Fitness
This a real boss plate, I don’t eat at Denny’s
Dope selling real good and it’s finger licking
Twenty racks to my shooter, yeah, trappin’ out an Uber
F**k your gang, I rep Bermuda versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up wrong I just might shoot you
Big Backwoods, I don’t smoke no hookahs
She ain’t got no walls, I look right through her
I made her suck it up, ’til her jaws lock
After this first nut b***h you goin’ on call block.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatmenttt.(no brain)

Shy Glizzy – Quiet Storm Lyrics

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
Yeah
We know who Dope Boy is
It’s a storm coming
Boom boom boom boom boom

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
I’m going hard for it, I had to starve for it
Remember when I ain’t have no money, I had to rob for it
Stood on the block for it, ran from the cops for it
We still be trappin’ out them houses with the cardboard
But don’t be trippin’ over here, no shit is not yours
I heard you saving that lil bitch, better do some time for her
I make her pull up to my condo, go up nine floors
And she gon’ get right to it pronto, my lil fine whore
She asked me what is my cologne, lil bitch that’s Tom Ford
Now let me slam all in that pussy like a backboard
The trap niggas up now, look at the chalkboards
Them cameras how they get you whacked, just get it back boy

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Oh why my heart so cold, and why my watch so froze (burr)
Really I don’t know, I did it on my own (Young Jefe)
You see I’m doing numbers, I’m runnin’ out the dungeon
You hear the birds hummin’, where goes the thunder
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming
I got real hundreds, yeah all she want is money
You see we came from nothing, you better get to running
It’s a storm coming, it’s a storm coming

[Outro: Bigga Rankin]
One thing I learned growing up in these streets is that you can’t run from the storm forever. You got to learn to stand up to it. See there is dignity in surviving a storm. You won’t ever walk out of a storm the same person that went in. Glizzy, you have survived every storm that came your way. It’s your time to rain!

Future – 200 lyrics

Below are the complete “200” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 24 hours ago.

200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

googletag.cmd.push(function() { var map = googletag.sizeMapping().addSize([337, 280], [[300, 250], [336, 280]]).addSize([0, 0], [300, 250]).build(); googletag.defineSlot(‘/115733527/Lyrics_Inline’, [[300, 250], [336, 280]], ‘lyrics-inline-300×250’).defineSizeMapping(map).addService(googletag.pubads()); });

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

FUTURE – 200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

Summer body – The-Dream feat. Fabolous lyrics

Lyrics The-Dream – Summer body

Oh summer body
You got that thing we pray for
Radio Killa.

She put in work for it
She get to twerk for it
She had to grind for it
She get to whine for it
She accomplish anything she put her mind to it
She a dime that ain’t have to pay a dime for it
She get tomboy, Air Jordan concord
And when it’s time for a padlock, Tom Ford
Heard the doc got you given up fried food
Heard you out here given them side boob
I heard you pullin’ up in workout clothes
Heard baggie fits, you even perk out those
Twenty somethin’ with a fat a*s yeah
Summer coming like that fast
So shoutout to summer baby
You knew it was coming baby
That a*s was always stupid
But now it look dumber baby
That’s a summer school body
Come and pool party
Knowing you number 1 cause you the number 2 shawty.

I need that rendezvous
I need that in my room
I need that bunker down
Tell your man no not now
Tell me when you’re around
I want to rub you down
I’m trying to get with you
Have your crew meet my crew.

And you know just what to do, you know what I like
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh!
You know just how to be, you know I got a type
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohhhh!

Oh, summer body
You got that thing we pray for
You got that stay all day long
That twenty four omega
Oh, summer body
You just might make me faithful
Don’t make plans without me
Don’t drink one more glass without me.

She got the perfect waist
Fresh out that yoga class
You know that Pilates body
You know that Chai tea body
You know that fresh face, that…
No makeup and Starbucks
She wake up, like that
26, with a fat a*s.

And you know just what to do, you know what I like
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh!
You know just how to be, you know I got a type
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh!

Oh, summer body
You got that thing we pray for
You got that stay all day long
Versuri-lyrics.info
That twenty four omega
Oh, summer body
You just might make me faithful
Don’t make plans without me
Don’t drink one more glass without me.

Girl your body’s on tip right now
Because you’re no simp right now
I won’t let them take the temperature down
Girl your body’s on tip right now
Because you’re no simp right now
Won’t let them take the temperature down oh, down ohhh
Girl your body’s on tip right now
Crushin’ all versace silk right now
I won’t let them take the temperature down, down
Girl your body’s on tip right now
Crushin’ all versace silk right now
Won’t let them take the temperature down
Oh baby.

You know you gotta grind all winter
So you can shine all summer, right?
That’s that level up!
You see it
Hah!
Radio Killaaa!
The-Dream lyrics
Video body

Cherry lambo – Evalyn lyrics

Lyrics Evalyn – Cherry lambo

I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
Wanna be king in a cherry Lambo
I wanna go hard, but I wanna lay low, I want it all
I want a boyfriend, but I wanna run free
Wanna be nasty, wanna be sweet
Want the West Coast with the little Wall Street, I want it all.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what you know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.

I wanna hop trains, wanna win the lotto
And buy my mama a sick condo
In my Chuck Taylors and my Tom Ford, I want it all
I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
We could be kings in a cherry Lambo
If you wanna hang tight or you wanna let go, we’ll have it all.

Got debt that we owe, f*ck what we know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Versuri-lyrics.info
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what I now
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.
Evalyn lyrics
Video lambo

The-Dream – Summer Body (feat. Fabolous)

[Intro: The-Dream]
Oh summer body
You got that thing we pray for
Radio Killa

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
She put in work for it
She get to twerk for it
She had to grind for it
She get to whine for it
She accomplish anything she put her mind to it
She a dime that ain’t have to pay a dime for it
She get tomboy, Air Jordan concord
And when it’s time for a padlock, Tom Ford
Heard the doc got you given up fried food
Heard you out here given them side boob
I heard you pullin’ up in workout clothes
Heard baggie fits, you even perk out those
Twenty somethin’ with a fat ass yeah
Summer coming like that fast
So shoutout to summer baby
You knew it was coming baby
That ass was always stupid
But now it look dumber baby
That’s a summer school body
Come and pool party
Knowing you number 1 cause you the number 2 shawty

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
I need that rendezvous
I need that in my room
I need that bunker down
Tell your man no not now
Tell me when you’re around
I want to rub you down
I’m trying to get with you
Have your crew meet my crew

[Hook: The-Dream]
And you know just what to do, you know what I like
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh!
You know just how to be, you know I got a type
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh!

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Oh, summer body
You got that thing we pray for
You got that stay all day long
That twenty four omega
Oh, summer body
You just might make me faithful
Don’t make plans without me
Don’t drink one more glass without me

[Verse 3: The-Dream]
She got the perfect waist
Fresh out that yoga class
You know that Pilates body
You know that Chai tea body
You know that fresh face, that…
No makeup and Starbucks
She wake up, like that
26, with a fat ass

[Hook: The-Dream]
And you know just what to do, you know what I like
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh!
You know just how to be, you know I got a type
Oh baby, whoa oh oh, ohh ohh ohh, ohhh ohh!

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Oh, summer body
You got that thing we pray for
You got that stay all day long
That twenty four omega
Oh, summer body
You just might make me faithful
Don’t make plans without me
Don’t drink one more glass without me

[Bridge: The-Dream]
Girl your body’s on tip right now
Because you’re no simp right now
I won’t let them take the temperature down (down), down (down)
Girl your body’s on tip right now
Because you’re no simp right now
Won’t let them take the temperature down oh, down oh
Girl your body’s on tip right now
Crushin’ all versace silk right now
I won’t let them take the temperature down, down
Girl your body’s on tip right now
Crushin’ all versace silk right now
Won’t let them take the temperature down (take the temperature)
Oh baby

[Outro: Fabolous (& The-Dream)]
You know you gotta grind all winter
So you can shine all summer, right?
That’s that level up!
You see it
Hah!
(Radio Killa!)

Lil Baby – Narcs (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 1]
I’m rockin’ Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech
Punchin’ on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week, week
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech, Screech
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin’
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I’m rockin’ Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
They told me go get it and I went and got it
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin’
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin’ niggas talkin’
But when I pull up on them niggas’ head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pussy nigga hatin’, pocket watching
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin’ for a minute, I been really really gettin’ it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nigga to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show ’em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin’ with the mobsters
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of ’em
Get to the money, I’m racin’
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin’ money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon’ die
Youngins screamin’ what’s the price? I can’t wait to let ’em slide
It’s gon’ be a homicide
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

Rejjie Snow – Sunny California

[Verse 1]
They say there’s beauty in reflections
I was chosen, hopeless virgin like your necklace, dancing
All you ever do is blow me kisses, and some
Yeah, time flies when you smoke weed
Tom Ford in your LV
Black girls that love Malibu
Face tats on my OG
Alexander my first name
Mercury like you play Queen
Everything is so mundane

[Chorus]
Sunny California (sunshine)
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)
Smoking marijuana
Sunny California (sunshine)
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)
Smoking marijuana

[Verse 2]
Tap dancing on all you rappers
My gun, it don’t shoot backwards
Aim straight but my fame makes
All the pain ache and I hate laughter
Chrome wheels and they spin good
Bankrolls and I feel good
New whip and I feel great
Feel good, feel great
Dreams fell like skyfall
White lines and beer claw
IDs that look fake
Teardrops and I hate rain
Hands off my Gosha
Slap you like lotion
You swing like Raja
Hands off my Oscar

[Chorus]
Sunny California (sunshine)
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)
Smoking marijuana
Sunny California (sunshine)
Playing my Nirvana (summertime)
Smoking marijuana (love you, girl)
Smoking marijuana

Trinidad James – Ooooo Child Freestyle Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The diamonds in my Rollie, I know you see them dancing
I plan to buy a bigger one, my next advance check
Faded in Vegas, well, that’s one hell of a night
I wear Tom Ford suits to watch the Mayweather fight
Or Designer fronty frames and the dreams of a mansion
That’s the dopest cocaine, that’s expensive
Don’t expect me to love you if you ain’t my type
Watermelon Gucci pumps, girl, you love that life

(Chorus)
I say, hey
Hey, mister
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man
Pass the weed, man, pass the weed, man

(Verse 2)
Ladies and gentlemen
I got a Tyson ambition with a Mandela smile
All my bi**hes mad that I ain’t called in a while
If a ni**a talks s**t, then it’s coffins and curtains
Bag him up and ship them, that’s the customer service
Don’t get it faded, my ni**a, don’t get it twisted
I’m a little violent when I’m faded and twisted
All the money motivate myself and my ni**as
And if you got a problem with it, then it’s f**k you, my ni**a
I’m as large as it comes, I give a f**k who don’t like it
Ask his Minnesota Twins how they liking my, bi**h

(Chorus 2)
Hit them with that voodoo, that’s that boom boom pow
I had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child
Had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child
Had that poom-poom screaming like, ooh, ooh child

The Game – Same Hoes (Sam Californie) Lyrics

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
In the club wit yo main thang
Every week it’s the same game
Call that bitch a crew hop
Got me feelin like 2Pac
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah
I see the same hoes, oh oh
I see the same hoes, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Game]
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Never fall in love with a bitch
Let her fall in love with the dick
I came through, 50 Bentley’s
Got my witness, got her digits, while I’m whippin
Lames on the side, nigga name on the thigh
Be the same whack bitch with them flowers on the side
I told her bye bitch, bye bitch
You can never fuck with my bitch
She rock Tom Ford
And I see you in them busted ass Concord’s
Tryna smoke my weed like a motherfuckin lawnmower
Everywhere I go, every video I see
One minute she with Drake, next minute she with me
Heard she fucked with Kendrick and my nigga YG
Heard she had two abortions last week
She a ratchet, get it cracking every time she on her feet
That bitch mouth a magnet to the motherfuckin D
Word the D y’all
Word to the motherfuckin D
Especially when (Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, I would never fuck you cause you broke
And you can never fuck cause you a ho
I see you poking out that ass, I’m like so
I’m runnin laps in these streets, bitch I know
We out here buyin Benz’s, out here buyin Rollies
Yo pussy getting beat the fuck up like Sodi
My nigga Chuck told me, my nigga Ty told me
Had yo ass on Adams fucking all of his homies
Took her down to ‘Shaw then got ran my brodies
It’s a cold ass game so I play it like Sony
Nigga I solely swear to never love a bitch, fuck a bitch
I be on some real Nipsey Hussle shit, fuck is this?
2014 sucka shit
Hoes out here sucking dick, got ‘eem sprung and struck it rich
And after that she fuckin split
Pulled up on some fucking crips, some real B dogs and shit
And all we do is dog a bitch
I chase loot, not my balls and dick
She eat good when she with you nigga, she’ll starve with Nip, aye!

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hu$$le
Dolla $ign
And all we see is these same hoes
Uh na na na na na
Yeah yeah

THE GAME – Baby You lyrics

Baby, baby
Baby you, baby

Baby you know you got me goin’ crazy
You run around my head like these waves
Yeah baby you, you know that you the one that I adore
The one I introduced to Tom Ford at dinner
That was you, you’se the one I fell in love with
The one I move these drugs with but now you on some fuck shit
Anybody but you
I ain’t figured that you would be the one to cut me
Leave me on the floor fuckin’ bloody, God damn
Baby you, you had me fooled the whole time
Now you got me in King of Diamonds givin’ these hoes time
Girl, baby you, I can’t blame you though
When you see the door, you see the door
Now listen, baby you

Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be, thinking ’bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one to make me feel unsatisfied, no, uh
But baby you, you got me going, uh
But you got me going, you got me going, uh
But you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

Tell me how you think we livin’ how we live?
Like you the one that put us in these cribs
Not me but baby you
Like I ain’t gettin’ money for these shows
I guess you think I’m trippin’ on these hoes
They fans but look at you
Who in them Celine bags? Who in them Giuseppes?
Louboutins, wanna bet me? I win ’cause it’s you
You begged me to get on that show
I ain’t want it but you did, I’m a real nigga, I did it for you
You don’t see Swizz and Alicia
Kim K and Kanye, arguin’ all the time
It’s just you, I begged you to marry me
Half a million dollars out my safe down the drain
But fuck it ’cause that was you
Damn we got some beautiful kids
But you never say it somethin’ we did
I guess your baby daddy you
Regardless of the shit we go through
I got Jason in the booth, 2 AM singin’ shit about you

Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be, thinking ’bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one to make me feel unsatisfied, no, uh
But baby you, you got me going, uh
But you got me going, you got me going, uh
But you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

Blood is money and I spent it on ya
Ain’t it funny how it ended, oh yeah?
You said you’d go down for the last time
But we both know it’s not the last but I saved mine, uh
Long as you going down
I’ma tell you what you want to hear, uh
Well you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me, yeah, oh
I’ma tell you baby, you got me, you got me, you got me
You got me, you got me (you got me, you get me)
What you need a ring for?
When you got me baby, yeah, yeah
Don’t listen to what your friends say
Don’t listen to what the people say
Don’t listen to the blogs baby
‘Cause they full of shit, oh, oooooh

Ooh, ooooh, hey
Yeah baby, yeah baby

Jim Jones – Eastside

[Intro: Dave East]
Capo I got these niggas
Harlem you know how that go
Eastside

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll, when the cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no Lebron sneaks, my palm trees
Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life
Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet
30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex
Used to do Gortex, come to Harlem, we all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile
Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds
[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s
Cross (?) where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?)
L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black
I took the rental down south, I never brought it back
I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The (?) was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean
I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work
Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church

[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Outro]
Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human being, the exact nature of our wrongs

Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly. You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack

Jim Jones – Eastside Lyrics

[Intro: Dave East]
Capo I got these niggas
Harlem you know how that go
Eastside

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll, when the cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no Lebron sneaks, my palm trees
Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life
Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet
30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex
Used to do Gortex, come to Harlem, we all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile
Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds
[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s
Cross (?) where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?)
L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black
I took the rental down south, I never brought it back
I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The (?) was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean
I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work
Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church

[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Outro]
Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human being, the exact nature of our wrongs

Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly. You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack

K Camp – LV (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
They say they want Camp back
Like I went somewhere or something

[Verse 1]
I’m the boy but you knew it
Fuck what you thought
Kick that game to you niggas
I spit propane to you bitches
I go insane for these riches
Bought me a chain off these benjis
Stay in your lane, I’m not friendly
Just bought my bitch a new Bentley
I got to deal with so many, I like my hoes in they 20’s
I might just fuck off her Remy, fill up my cup with that Henny
Might make you mine, please don’t tempt me
No new friends, don’t need any
Just might go Blanco like Benny
One time for my nigga Kenny
I’m so cold, free my niggas down the road
I’mma ball on you hoes
Never fall for the code, I would never sell my soul
I’d rather sell a bitch
Fuck you niggas, I’m rich
Champagne and Louis V, I’m taking my pick

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Verse 2]
I’m in LA in that black truck
Feeling like the president
Windows down, vibing
Please don’t take me out my element
Only thing changed ’bout a nigga is the residence
Fuck you lame hoes, I ain’t buying if you selling it
Stop playing games nigga, I ain’t got no time for it
I feel like just spoiling her, I might buy her Tom Ford
I can see that money with my eyes closed, blindfold
You can say whatever motherfucker, yeah I grind for it
I ain’t cutting no slack, promise I won’t go back
These niggas ain’t playing fair, pretty sure you know that
Camp what’s that you smoking nigga? I call this the gold pack
Walk inside of Louis, bought the whole rack

[Hook]
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that
Walk into the bank door
Seen that, flipped that
I can’t trust no lame ho
Seen that, did that

[Outro]
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Run that money up, run that money up
Walk into the Louis store
Seen that, spent that
Walk into your bitch’s crib
Seen that, killed that

Kodak Black – Like Dat (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Sniper gang, Kodak
Cause I got it by myself
Skrrt, skrrt, aye, skrrt, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Free lil Kodak man, free lil tap boy, yee

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (aye, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (aye, Kodak, Kodak)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (aye, aye)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (aye, aye)
[Verse 1]
I’m from the No, my lil bitch from the Dale
I like my money fast, you movin’ like a snail
All I smoke is L’s, on that paper trail
Can’t you tell? I got clientele on my Nextel
I don’t need your help, got it on my own
This a million dollar phone, but I ain’t got no ring tone (aye, aye, aye)
Kodak, why you keep that thing on you? (aye, aye)
Cause I ain’t got no time to play with you
All I do is win, I hate to lose
Got your boo dancin’, cause that’s what them bands make her do (make her dance)
I’m smokin’ broccoli, count this green (count this green, nigga, aye)
I’m on molly, I’m on lean (I put molly in my lean, nigga)

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (aye, aye, Kodak)

[Verse 2]
Kodak, why you always in the foreign? (in the foreign car)
Cause if it ain’t foreign, then it’s borin’ (that’s a boring car)
I’m chasin’ dreams, while you snorin’
Kodak Black, my bitch yellow, but her favorite color orange (color orange, boy)
Please don’t call my phone no more, I’m on tour (bitch, I’m on tour)
Only two can fit, fuck a four door (fuck a four door)
Nigga, this a jag, this is not a Ford (not a Ford)
Polo to the floor, fuck that Tom Ford (poppin’ molly)
Nigga, this a Rollie, fuck that Michael Kors (fuck that shit)
I’m in here movin’ slowly, cause I poured a four (I’m on that shit)
Got her on her knees, like “forgive me lord” (fuck that bitch)
I remember pullin’ schemes, way in Baltimore (remember I was hittin’ licks)

[Hook]
Why you, why you keep that tool like dat?
Why you move like dat? I hit the club 50 deep (with my niggas, aye)
How you get so high like dat?
Why your eyes like dat?
Cause I put molly in my lean (in my lean, aye)
Kodak, why you act like dat?
Why you strapped like dat?
Cause I got it by myself (by myself, aye)
Nigga, I don’t need no vitamin C
I be smokin’ broccoli, they say it’s good for my health (I’m the healthy kid)

The Game Feat. Jason Derulo – Baby You Lyrics

(Intro)
Baby you
Baby, baby you
Baby you, baby

(Verse 1 – The Game)
Baby you know you got me going crazy
You run around my head like these waves
Yeah baby you
You know that you the one that I adore
The one I introduce to Tom Ford at dinner
That was you
You’se the one I fell in love with
The one I move these drugs with
But now you on some f**k s**t
Anybody but you
I ain’t figured it, you would be the one to cut me
Leave me on the floor f**king bloody, God damn
Baby you, you had me fooled the whole time
Now you got me in King of Diamonds giving these hoes time
Girl, baby you
I can’t blame you though
When you see the door, you see the door
Now listen, baby you

(Chorus – Jason Derulo)
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

(Verse 2 – The Game)
Tell me how you think we living how we live?
Like you the one that put us in these cribs
Not me but baby you
Like I ain’t getting money for these shows
I guess you think I’m tripping on these hoes
They fans but look at you
Who in them Celine bags? Who in them Giuseppes?
Louboutins, wanna bet me? I win cause it’s you
You begged me to get on that show
I ain’t want it but you did
I’m a real ni**a I did it for you
You don’t see Swizz and Alicia
Kim K and Kanye arguing all the time
It’s just you
I begged you to marry me
Half a million dollars out my safe down the drain
But f**k it cause that was you
Damn we got some beautiful kids
But you never say it something we did
I guess your baby daddy you
Regardless of the s**t we go through
I got Jason in the booth, 2 AM singing s**t about you

(Chorus – Jason Derulo)
Every time I decide to leave you all in the past
Baby I be thinking bout you on the long drive, yeah
And you ain’t no one make me feel unsatisfied, no
But baby you, you got me going
But you got me going, you got me going
But you got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me
Baby you, yeah, oh

(Verse 3 – Jason Derulo)
Blood is money and I spent it on ya
Ain’t it funny how it ended up in
You said you’d go down for the last time
But we both know it’s not the last one
But I saved mine
Long as you going down
I’ma tell you what you want to hear
You got me, you got me, you got me, you got me, yeah, oh
I’ma tell you baby
You got me, you get me
What you need a ring for?
When you got me baby, yeah, yeah
Don’t listen to what your friends say
Don’t listen to what other people say
Don’t listen to the blogs baby
Cause they full of s**t, oh, oh

(Outro)
Oh, oh
Yeah baby, yeah baby