Ty Dolla $ign – Nate Howard Intro (Beach House 3) lyrics

And when does the story end?
The life you lead is the legacy you leave
My eulogy was read by a stranger
Full of love, but with misplaced anger
I never knew I inspired you
Just breathe
Life is too short
Enjoy this moment

They hate me ’cause I’m positive
Their negativity multiplies and the result is still positive
Tell your story before they do
Here’s to celebrate the accomplishment that
They said we wouldn’t make it but they have to keep watching it
I’m the greatest and I know that
I’m the greatest and I own that
I’m the greatest and I’ve shown that

This is my story
But where does it end?
The life you lead is the legacy you leave
My eulogy was read by a stranger
Full of love, but with misplaced anger
I never knew I inspired you

Ty Dolla $ign – Side Effects lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, nno)
Safe from the side effects, no

Ty Dolla $ign – Message In A Bottle lyrics

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 1]
Henny in my system
In here with the pistol
Middle finger to a hater
And any nigga with him
I just came to blow a couple bands
Hoes know I’m the man
Lil’ baby on a Xan
Rollin’ up a strand
‘Bout to get high enough to make my ears pop
It’s too strong for that Ziploc
They like, “You gon’ get us kicked out”
Seen the huge stones in my wrist watch
Got ’em blowin’ at me when I pass by
Starin’ like she got a glass eye
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Coupe is outside, too drunk to drive
She said, “I got Uber, do you want a ride?”
Typed in my address, it led to some sex, now I’m dressed
Poppin’ these Advils and textin’ my ex, thanks to the…

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 2]
And I’m too drunk to drive, yeah
Share your location, girl, I’m tryna pull up
But I’m too drunk to drive, oh
Passive when it come to cannabis
But I’m blowin’ like a curtain
My homie got some women at his crib
I know I’m finna flourish
Drankin’ water, tryna save my liver
Walked in, seen some naked strippers
Couple homies started throwin’ money
I just watch you like a babysitter, I’m lit
Stuck where I sit
Please don’t mind me, girl, that’s just how I get
Gave me a lapdance, I had plans to take down a lick
But something told me to FaceTime my ex
Must have been a message in a bottle

Dice SoHo – SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner) lyrics

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin'”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

Ella Mai – She Don’t (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) lyrics

[Intro: Ella Mai]
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she

[Verse 1: Ella Mai]
Wondering what’s on your mind
Guess you like the simple type
I ain’t stupid, dumb, or blind
Won’t sleep in your bed of lies
Heard you met her in the club
Tryna tell me you were drunk
I can still smell her perfume
Nigga I don’t fuck with you

[Bridge: Ella Mai]
I’ma drink up, I’ma smoke some’
Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya
Boy watch me leave
You ghost to me
Wish you good luck being lonely
I’ma push red every time you phone me
You bout to be
A memory

[Hook: Ella Mai]
Bet she doesn’t touch like me
Sure as hell don’t fuck like me
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t
Ain’t gon’ whip it up like me
She ain’t got the recipe
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You right
Nah she ain’t never gon’ be you, but girl it’s whatever
I done called you fifty ‘leven times why you treat a nigga like I was never
Your man
I know I fucked up, I’m only human
And I ain’t beggin’ but I’m gon’ ask
For one more chance
Girl I think we should just

[Bridge: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
Drink up, I’ma smoke some’ (Smoke some)
Keep it moving, it was nice to know ya (Oh yeah)
Boy watch me leave (Don’t go)
You ghost to me (I don’t wanna see you go)
Wish you good luck being lonely
I’ma push red every time you phone me (Oh)
You bout to be
A memory (Oh yeah)

[Hook: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
Bet she doesn’t touch like me (Touch like you)
Sure as hell don’t fuck like me (She don’t)
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t (No)
Ain’t gon’ whip it up like me
She ain’t got the recipe (She ain’t got the recipe)
No comparison, no she don’t, she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
I be up on it, you know she can’t keep up
You know you want this, so why you gon’ keep her
Don’t get the picture, I’ll write it out
Losin’ a real one that held you down
I put the boy on and now he feeling himself
No it ain’t nothing to put you back on the shelf
Too late for sorry so boy back down
I have my issues, but one less now
99 problems but a nigga ain’t one

[Outro: Ella Mai]
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t
Oh no she don’t

Did you really think I wasn’t gonna find out?
You must really think I’m stupid
Maybe it’s time

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

Preme – Callin’ (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) lyrics

[Intro: Preme]
Why don’t you call on me, yeah, yeah
Call on me, yeah, yeah
You can lay it all on me (you can lay it all)
All on me, whoa
You hit me up and I’ll be on my way (yeah, yeah)
Just show me love and I’ll show you the same (ayy)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Verse 1: Preme]
I been searchin’ for you, make way
These hoes searchin’ for a payday
So I don’t really hear the things that they say
‘Cause I don’t really trip unless it’s vacay, yeah, yeah
Just close the door
We jump in the car with nowhere to go
Just us in the road
Pickin’ new place on the globe
She never done this before, yeah
Hot girl with the boy from the corner
When I get it in your soul out
Neighbors is listenin’ close now
And you just be screamin’, “Oh slow down”
You got the world on your shoulders
So you hate bein’ sober
You hate gettin’ older
You so used to bein’ a loner
I tell you, “I love you” you tell me to show you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Verse 2: Preme]
No lie, 23 up on your back, you’re so fly
Oh my, lookin’ like it’s gonna take us all night
All right, she said, “Boy you ’bout to get it on sight”
She my type, we join the mile high club on every damn flight, you damn right
They gon’ ask you who you with?
Then they gon’ tell you I ain’t shit
Forget them girls, you know they fake
Your whole clique is counterfeit
And you been ridin’ way too long
For a girl to stay, you wrong
And it’s not a problem ’cause haters talkin’, sound like my favorite song
I tell ’em keep it goin’, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me
I been callin’, callin’, callin’ you, baby
I was checkin’ in on my lil’ baby
Used to pull up in that Mercedes
Friends used to hate, callin’ me crazy
Talk your shit, just made fun of me, baby
You were stayin’ down ‘fore I got famous
Puttin’ work in and I ain’t never complainin’
Niggas hate but it ain’t never gon’ phase me

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know you mine, you know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine, you know you mine
You know you mine, you know you mine
Oh, whoa, whoa, oh
Girl you been on my mind
Got some things on my mind
When a real nigga call
She gon’ pick up every time
When a real nigga call
She gon’ pick up every time
For the real, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ya

Cashmere Cat – Infinite Stripes (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) lyrics

[Intro: Terry Welles]
Hey, baby
Do me a favor
Won’t you come back home?
(home, home)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Sorry things ain’t working out for you and that nigga
Girl I’m tired of talking to you now about you and that nigga
They think I’ve been thinkin’ out loud ’bout you and that nigga
You just need to stay with him
I ain’t making plans with him
I know you still lay with him
Know you sick of playin’, know you sick of playin, eh
You just need to stay with him
I know you still lay with him
And now you sick of playin’, now you sick of playin, eh
Girl, I’m tired of talkin’ to you, I know about you and that nigga
Sorry things ain’t working out for you and that, you and that nigga

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
Sorry things ain’t working out for you and that nigga
Keep on asking me what you should do with that nigga
Thought you was in love, now I’on’t wanna know it
Now you pullin’ up (skrr skrr)
Telling me you goin’ through it
Go figure should’ve
Stayed down with a real one, say you fucked up, tough love
How you feel now
Call my line late night, tryna visit
Ahh, baby, are you finished?
Make your mind up
Make your bed, gotta lay up in it (Ooh yeah)
Ain’t got no time to play around and you keep playin’ with it
I treat the script just like a brick and make a flip
I use the drip now baby
Ooh, now, it is what it is

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
And I’m sorry things ain’t working out with you and that nigga
Girl I’m tired of talking about you and that nigga
I don’t give a fuck what you gon’ do with that nigga
You do what you do with that nigga

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Sorry things ain’t working out for you and that nigga
Girl I’m tired of talking to you now about you and that nigga
They think I’ve been thinkin’ out loud ’bout you and that nigga
You just need to stay with him
I ain’t making plans with him
I know you still lay with him
Know you sick of playin’, know you sick of playin, eh
You just need to stay with him
I know you still lay with him
And now you sick of playin’, now you sick of playin, eh
Girl, I’m tired of talkin’ to you, I know about you and that nigga
Sorry things ain’t working out for you and that, you and that-

[Instrumental Outro]

Christina Aguilera – Accelerate (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz) lyrics

[Intro: Christina Aguilera]
Hide it ’til we feel it
Then we feel it, ’til we fight it, yeah
Hold it ’til we need it, never leave it
Didn’t want it

[Verse 1: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
New York, worldwide (L.A., worldwide)
Borders my city (Girl, that’s my home)
Just pulled up to the hotel (Hotel, hotel)
All my day ones here with me (Ah, yeah)
We got moola, power
Yeah, we on fire tonight
Gonna get it how we want it
‘Cause we ’bout it, ’bout that life

[Pre-Chorus: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s OK
Baby, it’s OK
Spark round later, Ya Ya Ya Ya
Don’t worry ’bout tomorrow
I be with my ladies you can find me there
Try to play us, we gon’ start a riot up in here

[Chorus: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Accelerate, c’mon babe
Pick up your speed
Stamina, fill me up
That’s what I need
Another shot, you comin’ home with me
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs
What’s wrong with me (Oh, ya ya)

[Verse 2: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
All my boss ladies (In the city, yeah)
Go get your Mercedes ( skrt skrt skrt skrt )
No matter long as you get there (Get there)
Just don’t let it drive you crazy
Get that moola, power
You on fire tonight
You can get it how you want it
That’s it, go tonight

[Pre-Chorus: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright
Baby, it’s OK
Baby, it’s OK
Spark round later
Don’t worry ’bout tomorrow (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
I be with my ladies you can find me there (Find me)
Try to play us, we gon’ start a riot up in here

[Chorus: Christina Aguilera, Ty Dolla $ign & 2 Chainz]
Accelerate, c’mon babe
Pick up your speed
Stamina, fill me up
That’s what I need
Another shot, you comin’ home with me (Yeah)
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs (2 Chainz)
What’s wrong with me

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Right, left
Mic left
Mic check, trap check
Sex drive Nascar
Crash it like the Nasdaq
More than you can expect
Everything except jealousy and envy
We gon’ move on past that
Joint strong, pass that
Ooh, girl, bad, bad
Where the, where the cash at?
Don’t forget the hashtag
Pretty, pretty, so saditty
Work it out, muscle memory
Get the money, my ability
Until the end, 2000, infinity
I put it in, now that you’re feelin’ me
Look how I’m killin’ it
Leavin’ there to chill
You ain’t got internet?
Just left the Benedict
I got them benefits
Did it deliberate
Killed you to prove I’m innocent

[Bridge: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hide it ’til we feel it
Then we feel it, ’til we fight it, yeah
Hold it ’til we need it, never leave it
Didn’t want it
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs
What’s wrong with me

[Chorus: Christina Aguilera, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]
Accelerate, c’mon babe
Pick up your speed (Pick up your speed, babe)
Stamina, fill me up
That’s what I need (Oh, yeah)
Another shot, you comin’ home with me
Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs
What’s wrong with me

[Outro: Christina Aguilera & Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, woo
Ooh-ooh, yeah, ah, yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah, yeah
Ooh-ooh, oh yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah

Ashanti – Say Less (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DJ Mustard)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
This is your body
Ain’t no way I could hide it
I wanna be your top supplier
Cause I’ll provide this all to you

[Verse 1: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
To you, to you, to you, to you
Cause I’ll provide this all
Pull up to the party, party (yeah yeah)
Jewels all on my body, my body
Your chick on my body, body
They can’t tell me nothing, no

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
This is your body
Ain’t no way I could hide it
I wanna be your top supplier
Cause I’ll provide this all to you

[Verse 2: Ashanti]
The only kind of love you’ll ever need, baby
I’m the one you better know when you see it, baby
Tell Ashanti got you weak in the knees, babe
And you gon’ hit the homies next weekend
Cause Imma put that good on you
Like a woman should on you
That new engine that could on you
(Make that thing go, chugga chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga)

[Bridge: Ashanti]
I will give you everything you need, babe
Everything you say
And you can have everything on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything on me, yeah
Mustard on the beat

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)

Ty Dolla Sign – Pineapple lyrics

[Intro]
Cash Money AP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her sh*t together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good n*gger, from how you walk
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet
Pineapple sweet, we geeked
Fuckin’ up racks, wanna put Chanel on her feet
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded
The double cup muddy
All of a sudden
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents, ball player like the Hornets

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

Ty Dolla $ign – Pineapple (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
CashMoneyAP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her shit together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet (yeah)
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
All of a sudden
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
And I’m like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

Zaytoven, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih – What You Think (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Zaytoven – What You Think (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ Da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fuck with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

DJ Mustard & Rjmrla – Is It Mine (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
Games
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Let me know what’s on your mind
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it?

[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
Hit me when you choose up
Hit when you high or when you sober
Maybe we can both nut
And if we do this one time, it’s for both of us
Baby, do you hear? Don’t believe, I’m your friend, not an enemy
Chin to your knees, got you pimped off your pedigree
[?] SOP, every sin ain’t a felony
Spend how we shoppin’ how we spend once
I don’t wanna waste no time, when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Babe, let me know what’s on your mind, we can both save time
If you keep it 100, no chain gang bang
I been pullin’ on your hair, yeah
I know you feel it when your eyes rollin’ back, throw it back
I been drillin’ everywhere, yeah
And then you wonder where we go, go next, on set, on the set

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
You say this pussy for me
I gotta see if it’s true
Oh, dive in it
See if anybody else got in it, I’m in it
Ooh, leave this position to me
We switch positions for you
Baby, let me show you what I’m blessed with
Beat it up until you get the message
Cleanin’ up the messes
I like when you scream out who the bestest
I ain’t tryna press it
I just make investments
Started off at home, happy I dressed it
Still a YG but baby, listen, I’m a veteran
Waste no time when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Just let me know what’s on your mind ’cause you been on mine
All day, I have you dreamin’ ’bout sex
Safe sex, latex, ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it? (Whose is it? Whose is it?)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & RJmrLA]
Is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy?
Look, is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy? (Is it mine ’cause I need it)

Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(Hm, 4Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah
You know what I’m saying? Yeah
Ty (so)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, "12 Play" with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (Skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

Ty Dolla $ign – Side Effects

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, nno)
Safe from the side effects, no

Wiz Khalifa – Something New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro]
One, two, three, four, one

[Verse 1]
I got too many people I got left to prove wrong
All those motherfuckers been too mean for too long
And I’m so sick of crying, yeah
Darling, what’s it for?
I could fight forever, oh, but life’s too short

[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Verse 2]
Been underestimated my entire life
I know people gonna talk shit, and darling, that’s fine
But they won’t break my spirit, I won’t let ’em win
I’ll just keep on living, keep on living, oh
The way I wanna live

[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Bridge]
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey

[Outro]
So was that a good one?
Should we go again?

Ty Dolla $ign & Future – Darkside (feat. Kiiara)

[Intro: Kiiara]
Some days I can’t get out of my head
That’s just the dark side of me
Some nights, it’s hard for me to fall asleep
That’s just the dark side of me
If you ever ever call my name, name
You will find out that we’re both the same
When the lights go out, I need to know
Are you afraid of the dark?
I’m not afraid of the dark

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I am not afraid, I am not afraid (‘fraid)
Take in the oppression and all the hate (hate)
Money and the power, social rank (rank)
Lot of pride now, not enough loyalty (ooh, yeah)
Had to change my life for the better things (yeah)
Had to boss up and overcome adversity (yeah)
I put my brother in position (position)
I know some didn’t see the vision (see the vision)
I’m just livin’ by tradition
And I’d die for my respect (respect)
And I’d die for my Patek (‘tek, ‘tek)
You might die for disrespect
And I’m not afraid (‘fraid)
Last time I checked, I ain’t ever been scared of nobody
I wanna know, when it get real (real)
Who gon’ be out on the front line in the field? (Field)
Who gon’ be there for the good times and the bad?
I’m already knowin’ ain’t nobody got my back

[Chorus: Kiiara & Ty Dolla $ign]
Some days I close my eyes and fade away
And I fade away
That’s just the dark side of me
Some nights all the colors turn to grey
Some nights all the colors turn to grey
Just like the dark side of me
I’m not afraid of the dark

[Verse 2: Future]
I went way beyond anyone’s expectations
Got the ‘Rarri turned on just in case we’re racin’
I was already in the third gear by the time niggas hatin’
Who gon’ be in the field for me when I make it?
Started off in the trenches, how I’ma ever go pop?
Already on the moon, already with the goons
Already on shrooms (already on shrooms)
I’m already on Easter, I’m already as a teacher
Watch for the throne, I’m like Yeezus
They tryna clone me, thinkin’ I don’t see ’em
They take subliminal shots thinkin’ we don’t hear ’em
I’m one-of-a-kind, that’s how I’m gon’ kill ’em

[Bridge: Kiiara & Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve got a human heart
I’ve got a human heart
Are you afraid of the dark?
The dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
I’ve got a human heart
I’ve got a human heart
Are you afraid of the dark? The dark
The dark, the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark

[Chorus: Kiiara & Ty Dolla $ign]
Some days I close my eyes and fade away
And I fade away
That’s just the dark side of me
Some nights all the colors turn to grey
Some nights all the colors turn to grey
Just like the dark side of me
I’m not afraid of the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
I’m not afraid of the dark
The dark, the dark, the dark
I’m not afraid of the dark

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (On The Late Late Show) (Live)

EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)
Hollup, I need your panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah, nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) (On Jimmy Kimmel Live)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

Joe Moses – On My Bumper (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been feelin’, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you was in your feelin’, she wanna be winnin’
And you discovered too many problems, it’s too many hotties
For me to sit for too many hours, it’s no logic
Back then they didn’t want me, now they be stressed out
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
Petty, got my eye on it like Fetty
The same woman dissed me, the same ones who ready
The same ones curved me, the same ones be textin’
But now I’m just flexin’, Ty I’m just flexin’ for real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 2: Ty]
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
Peep the [?] in my new Rolly
Back it up, fuck it up, you the one
You know I run it up on my baby
Damn damn damn
You look better than you do on the ‘gram
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
Got me like down down down
You know I like it when you do with no hands
Back it up on me like whoa
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
Because you know

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been living, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you get out your feelin’, maybe I consider
My ex woman was bitter, take a shot to the liver
The same ones be laughin’ now cry me a river
The same ones was frontin’ now blowin’ my cellie
She never made the mistake to wifin’ up a headache
Shoe never made the mistake of sleeping with no jacket
And calling you out your name but sure callin’ you rachet
Intrigued but not flattered, who’s callin’, it don’t matter
Paragraphs on the ‘gram, you mad, you gotta add her
I laugh, the grass ain’t greener between her
Girl we done, it was just a little fun
So now you wanna make up rumors and hit the shade room
The same one telling you leave, she in the living room
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
And that’s real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Outro: Joe Moses]
We got another one
We got another one

Chris Brown – Only 4 Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds)

[Intro: Verse Simmonds]
You know what time it is
Legendary
And I brought some of my friends with me
Like they here, here go, huh

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]
Told her, you ain’t gotta tell no lies, girl, you ain’t gotta tell no lies
I don’t wanna be the one who judge you, baby, it’s your life
I ain’t gon’ gas you up, girl but that ass on fire
And I know you got a man, but fuck that nigga nine (uh-huh)
All these niggas tryna holla
I’m ain’t tryna waste your time, tryna bother
I just wanna come through, do you got friends?
I ain’t tryna press you, do you got plans?
Room 112 at the Four Seasons
Left the key downstairs, get it on your way in
She said, "I ain’t got no panties on"
And you gon’ leave with no panties on

[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds & Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ty Dolla $ign)]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (me yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You smell that girl perfume on my pillow
I said, "Don’t worry ’bout it", ain’t got nothing to do with us
I knew as soon I hit it more than once
I gave you the wrong impression, still haven’t learnt my lesson
That love is good as a motherfucker, girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, I got you sprung and I’m up, aw yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (let’s switch ’em up)
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds]
Faces in my pillow case (all of these faces)
Mascara on my sheets, sheets (oh, oh, ooh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh (just me, me, me, oh, woah, yeah, yeah)
Tonight, only for me, me, me (all me, all mine, tonight your mine, yeah, yeah, girl)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You see my phone ringing when I’m asleep
You know it’s them other girls, I come around you all the time
And you can’t believe that it’s your best friend
And you say, "How could you cheat with them hoes?" Woah
I should have been, told her, I had a couple of her friends over
We started drinking, I wish I would have stayed sober
We started dancing, they started fooling
Straight to the bed, then we started fucking, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds, Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing (same thing)
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing (ooh, oh, oh)
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (real one)
I switch ’em up, just like a million (yeah, hey, oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case (yeah)
Mascara on my sheets (oh, oh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (only for me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (only for me)
Tonight, tonight

[Bridge: Verse Simmonds]
Yeah, only for me
Verse, for me, Ty, for me, Breezy
Hey, only for me
This goes out to all the girls, for me, hey, yeah
She gon’ drop that ass only for me (woo)
She gon’ pop that pussy only for me (woo)
Yeah, yeah, dance, dance, dance do it only for me, do it (do it)
Dance, dance, dance do it only for me, huh (do it)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (Remix) (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2 – A$AP Rocky]
New belt that’s french canvas
Goyard that’s rich canvas
Showing out for the big cameras
Sonning niggas like the kids parents
Old money like the grand parents
Show respect or get bitch handled
Took her wigs like your grandmama
Smack a nigga like I’m big handed
[?] a fuck on your babymama
Bigger booty she a thick bandit
Big body do big damage
New Rari do tricks in it
[?]
[?]
If she look so good throw a kid in it
Have a baby by me for the big business

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee)

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t touch me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
[?]Chinese molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take it to the head to fuck on your face
[?]
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this shit aight