Tag: VIP

(feat. Shy Grey)

(The Uncle Drew Soundtrack)

[Verse 1: Logic]
Okay, it’s RattPack ’til my pulse flat
We keep it real, no false rap
I got four cards and they all black
Got four broads and they all that
We call that “ballin'”
Doin’ this is my callin’
Flow is so appallin’
My phone off and she callin’
I’m like, “Yeah, what it do?”
Penthouse, man, what a view
Fall back, ’cause I’m coming through
With my whole team, they coming too
That’s real, too real
Motherfucker, tell me how you feel
I’m too good for my own good
I won’t leak the album, I’ll let it spill
Number one, bitch, I bet it will
Due to numbers, I said it will
I played the game and I’m still the same
And I’ll never change, just to get a deal

[Hook: Logic]
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
I came from nothin’ to somethin’ like it’s nothin’
Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there’s no discussion
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
I made a promise to my mama
I’ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
Closin’ million dollar deals
Catch me swervin’, burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel
When you ballin’, ballin’
Goin’ places they’ll never go
It ain’t all about the money, but I stack it ’cause you never know

[Verse 2: Logic]
I’ma live life ’til I overdose
While they sleepin’ on me, that’s comatose
I went mainstream with my main team
You just mad as fuck, you ain’t come close
And ya’ next girl is my ex-girl
She fine as hell, but she a mess girl
All I do is rhyme, I got no time
So I can’t reply to your text, girl
Bitch I’m back again and I’ll run it
Always gotta keep it one hundred
All of y’all know y’all want it
Turn it up and get blunted
I’m like “fuck the money, fuck the fame”
I came here to fuck up the game
Gon’ get it, I’m feelin’ myself
Fresh to death, bitch, I’m killin’ myself
I’m gone, we burnin’ it up
Step in the building, we turnin’ it up
Talking that shit, but they’ll never admit
When I step to the mic I be murderin’ it
And we livin’ real good
Mainstream, but it’s still good
I got raw shit, I got real shit
But right now it’s time for that feel good
We call that “ballin'”
Doin’ this is my callin’
Flow is so appallin’
My phone off and she callin’
I’m like, “Yeah, what it do?”
Penthouse, man, what a view
Fall back, ’cause I’m coming through
With my whole team, they coming too

[Hook: Logic]
That’s ballin’, ballin’
I came from nothin’ to somethin’ like it’s nothin’
Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there’s no discussion
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
I made a promise to my mama
I’ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
Closin’ million dollar deals
Catch me swervin’, burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel
When you ballin’, ballin’
Goin’ places they’ll never go
It ain’t all about the money, but I stack it ’cause you never know

[Verse 3: Shy Grey]
Yeah, you know that we ballin’, we been goin’ all-in
Hold on, let me slow it down, so y’all get the shit
These haters talk, but I don’t give a shit
Got models, bottles, and the piff is lit
But we ballin’, kinda like Spalding and Rawlings
On the road to riches never stallin’
Got your girl all up all on my nuts
But she do it with joy, no almonds, ugh
Living life to perfection
VIP, that’s the section
Presidential watch, presidential suites
You would think we held an election
It go Logic first, then I’m up next
I do not converse, I just cut checks
I do not rehearse, I just drop the verse
I need to cop a hearse, ’cause I’m fresh to death
I bet you never seen so much designer
Never seen a nigga with a bitch that’s finer
Boy, I stunt when I ain’t even tryna
Swaggin’ is nice, but first I’ma rhymer
And I rep Maryland, home of the Terrapins
Say you spit crack, homie, we spit that heroin
Bring it right to your front door like I’m carolin’
Standing next to me would be so embarrassin’
Yeah, we be ballin’

[Hook: Logic]
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
I came from nothin’ to somethin’ like it’s nothin’
Yeah, you know I done it, nah, there’s no discussion
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
I made a promise to my mama
I’ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’
Closin’ million dollar deals
Catch me swervin’, burning hundred dollar bills, how it feel
When you ballin’, ballin’
Goin’ places they’ll never go
It ain’t all about the money, but I stack it ’cause you never know

[Intro]
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you)
Spent 1000 dollars just to sip (just to sip muddy)
Park that motherfucker in the VIP
I got that motherfucker on my hip
I’ma squeeze (baow)
I’ma squeeze (baow)
We ain’t really with all that internet shit
We ain’t really with that pretending and shit
Come and get your bitch she actin’ friendly and shit
When I get inside that pussy, I be killin’ that shit

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 1]
Cup, woah
Muddy, yo
Hit the yolk
Got the stick, woah
Keep it on me, yah
Knew you got it, yah
One in the head, yah
Bitch I fuckin’ dare
Nigga I double dare
Why the fuck you stare?
Pew-pew, bet you ass don’t stare
Red bottoms, yeah
Bitch watch where you step
I’m in savage mode, cook a nigga like a chef
Ain’t no loyalty, these niggas all for self
All these fuckin’ stripes, I shoulda been a ref

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (twenniwan)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Verse 2]
All that backstabbin’ turned me to a savage
All that fuckin’ krabbin’ turned me to a savage
Racks inside the mattress turned me to a savage
I turned to a savage bitch, I gotta have it (gotta have it)
Fell asleep in science, I love mathematics (countin’ cash)
Bitch I like to add, bitch I like subtractin’
That chopper flip a nigga like he acrobatic
He don’t want no smoke, he don’t want no static
I’m in savage mode, shit can get tragic
I might toe tag him, I might body bag him
These bitches gettin’ old, I already have ’em
She wanna live lavish, she don’t meet my standards

[Hook]
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode (woah)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (savage)
Savage on these hoes (woah)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes (woah)
I’m in savage mode (21)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode (savage)
I’m in savage mode, I’m a savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes (21)
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes

[Outro]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gonna shoot you
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m in savage mode, I’m in savage mode
I’m a savage on these hoes, savage on these hoes
Savage on these hoes, I’m a savage on these hoes…

[Verse 1: Jessika]
Bullied from the moment we were born
We were always on our own
No one ever said we should be proud
Or embrace the fact of standing out
Forward too long, we just played along
Always putting up a show
But that was then, look at us now
All we want is for them to know

[Pre-Chorus 1: Jessika]
We are who we are
And who we are is who we wanna be
We don’t have to listen
‘Cause all that counts is you and me

[Chorus 1: Jessika]
And then we’ll be rising where we fall, oh, oh
In the middle of storm we’re standing tall, oh, standing tall
And if they tell us why we’re wrong, oh, oh
Then the love in our hearts will keep us strong, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Jenifer Brening]
Uh listen up. listen up
It’s me, Jenny B, what you get is what you see
As for Jess over here, she’s a special VIP
So you better listen carefully
If they dissin’ you on Twitter
Don’t get sad, don’t be bitter, don’t give up or be a quitter
Show them you’re better (yeah, hell no)
If they say so, get in the car, rev it up, and be it a star
‘Cause you know who exactly who we are
Give it to ’em, Jess

[Pre-Chorus 2: Jessika & Jenifer Brening]
We are who we are (yeah)
And who we are is who we wanna be
We don’t have to listen (don’t listen)
‘Cause all that counts is you and me (hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Chorus 2: Jessika & Jenifer Brening]
And then we’ll be rising where we fall, oh, oh yeah, we keep getting up and dusting ourselves off
In the middle of storm we’re standing tall (we won’t doubt ourselves and we’ll be calling their bluff)
Oh, standing tall (this is who we are)
And if they tell us why we’re wrong, oh, oh (we will march onward, spreading the love)
Then the love in our hearts will keep us strong, oh, oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Jessika]
They can make it silent
But in our hearts we’ll never be

[Outro: Jessika & Jenifer Brening]
And then we’ll be rising where we fall, oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
In the middle of storm we’re standing tall, oh, standing tall
And if they tell us why we’re wrong, oh, oh, yeah
Then the love in our hearts will keep us strong, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
And I got the world in the palm of my hands
And I, all I wanna do is make you dance
If I never see your face again, will I remember?
Every time we go out, free drinks, sitting in the VIP
Twenty minutes in, wanna leave quick
Do you wanna roll with me?
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Verse 2]
Oh, we, we could drive to the midnight sun
We’re free, we’re living like we just begun
If I never see your face again, know I will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway, runaway
Runaway with me

[Bridge]
Pedal to the floor, got the windows down in a rental car
Hands on the wheel and your eyes light up like a thousand stars
If we never see the world again, know we will remember

[Chorus]
Let’s runaway
We could leave this crowd
Runaway at the speed of sound
If you need to breathe
I’ll be your remedy
So runaway (runaway, runaway…)

[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
I’m back at it like Booyah
Like how I do ya
You see you need a mami chula
Get a hallelujah
I’m working on myself
And trying not to get lit too much
But then I get two cups
And get to sippin’, thinkin’ different
Cause I never drink enough
And you look like
The party type
And got your body right
You lookin’ at the fact that I am all of that
I’m honest that we book the back
For everyone here to have fun: Yes
I’m from the bay we go dumb: Yes
You here can twerk in a sun-dress
Could be drunk love or it’s drunk
Yes you and your friends can get into VIP
You bought a bottle and kept it hidden, said it’s for me
I like to drink and do a show and kill it
And I can see you from the stage
All I can say is uhh we about to leave

[Chorus]
I see you tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)
I know you see me tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)

[Verse 2: Castro Escobar]
Man I’m lookin’ for the baddest, somebody show me
And bring another for the homies, for Lex and Snowy
I get you lit just like a stoggie, get it in just like Kobe
I’m getting cheese no macaroni, so get to know me
And yeah I’m trying to go and get that
Tell me if you with that
This that, shit that, makes my last bitch call and try to kick back
Since that didn’t work, just go on and let me hit that
Pick back up where we was at like where the drinks at
What you want baby, what you want
Don’t compare me to your man, he can’t give you what I got
He ain’t fuckin’ with me man you better tell that boy to stop
I ain’t tryin to cuff either, I’mma leave that to the cops
Emmm, meet me right after the show uhh
Yeah, ain’t nobody gotta know uhh
Yeah, and I‘m gone off that patron
I ain’t trying to cop your number I’m just trying to take you home

[Chorus]
I see you tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)
I know you see me tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)

[Verse 3: Lex]
We can kick it if you wanna
Backstage we got some marijuana
It’s the viben we ain’t with the drama
Bring your friends, I got mine, we got the bottles
Party all night fuck tomorrow
I’m ya sancho
Don’t get any feelings there’s no strings attached
You say you like being rachet and also keep it classy
No regrets when you lit, fuck the aftermath
Every day I do it big like it was my last
Girl you know I’m tryin to get that
You’re bad and boujee and you know I really dig that
Bounce up on me one time let me see that
Oh you playin’, shit now I don’t believe that

[Chorus]
I see you tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)
I know you see me tryin’ to get that. (Mmm)
Backstage we can kick back. (Mmm)
I’ll have you saying Oooo you did that. (Mmm)
But I got some friends, so where your friends at. (Mmm)

[Verse 1]
We didn’t care what we looked like
Dripping in sweat and desert vibes
We didn’t care who was watching, no
Our cotton candy make out on the side of

[Pre-Chorus 1]
A Ferris wheel I was scared to ride
But I knew that I could do it with you by my side

[Chorus]
We felt like VIP’s in the background
Couldn’t keep from kissing, getting glitter on your nose
When your body was holding me close
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
It was a hell of a sunset dream
You were all over me like we were seventeen
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
We fell in love, we fell in love at a festival

[Post-Chorus]
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival

[Verse 2]
I couldn’t stop staring at you
Wearing glow sticks on your tattooed arm
I couldn’t help the way I felt
I didn’t know you but you had my heart

[Pre-Chorus 2]
In the middle of that big, crazy crowd
You’re the only single person that stood out

[Chorus]
We felt like VIP’s in the background
Couldn’t keep from kissing, getting glitter on your nose
When your body was holding me close
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
It was a hell of a sunset dream
You were all over me like we were seventeen
Yeah it was magical, anything but typical
We fell in love, we fell in love at a festival

[Post-Chorus]
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival

[Bridge]
Short shorts, rock shirts, singing every song
You had my heart all night long
Short shorts, rock shirts, singing every song
You had my heart all night long

[Outro]
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
We fell in love
(Short shorts, rock shirts singing every song)
We fell in love
We fell in love at a festival
(You had my heart all night long)

[Chorus]
Your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

[Verse 1]
These niggas fucking up the game
This shit is so suspicious
You ain’t buy it all unless you blew a ticket
All up in the VIP, but you ain’t fuck them bitches
I’ma ball all summer just to flex for Christmas
Angel wings on the doors, I gotta suplex em’
Money don’t make you fly, that’s just my perspective
Running up the score just to expose a bluff
‘Cause nowadays gettin’ a win just ain’t enough
Fuck the check up last week, I got a new agenda
The last time I couldn’t buy some shit?
I can’t remember
The last time I fucked the world, I must’ve bust the center
I bought a crib and set that bitch on top of Mt. Olympus
When you living that high up, it’s hard to see the tension
I’m only selling game, I’m all out of simping
Grip the foreign like a trophy, gotta hold it steady
Fuck your party when your confetti ain’t even heavy nigga

[Chorus]
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

[Verse 2]
We all off in the club like Sincere in Belly
Can’t even drink my liquor, money on my celly
Account it like you got a check, spend it when you ready
I’m giving niggas hell, pray I go to heaven
Nailing in they coffin, the cost of them being off it
Balling since Iverson crossed you
Winner’s circle, my office
Fucking off with these wins
You fucking up with this loss
Waiter forgot my season, I’m glad that they throwin’ that salt
Might just throw a toss and holla fuck it
‘Cause when your wrist game know the grip changed
Nigga buckets
Chip rain in the strip game, hoes will bust it
Snakes come, chop they heads off
Kobe clutching on a meal ticket
Motherfuck you if you feel different
I caught a break, no debate, and you still fishing
The genie out the bottle and you still wishing
Know my downfall ’cause you petty

[Chorus]
Confetti ain’t even heavy nigga
Got the win, I want the record nigga
What’s a crown if you don’t protect it nigga?
What’s a name if they don’t respect it nigga?
Nah, your confetti ain’t even heavy

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
This another one of them remixes
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Ha ha…that’s right
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
That’s right
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Rock on, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self
Get up, with your bad self
Get down, with your bad self
Come on, with your bad self

[Chorus]
I remember the way you used to love me (Remix)
I remember the days you used to love me (Come on)

[Verse 1]
You don’t appreciate the time
I put into this love affair of ours, baby
I couldn’t let you walk around
Thinking it’s alright to let me down

[Chorus]
I remember the way you used to love me
(I remember, I remember)
I remember the way you used to love me
(Oh, oh)

[Verse 2]
I gave you all my precious love
And anything you wanted from me (Come on)
You didn’t hear me calling out
For your affection after all this time
(Come on)

[Rap: Puff Daddy]
On the strength, I’mma keep the faith
I got money to waste, you could stay laced
In begets, ‘cause we gets what we want, baby girl
How you feel going on a cruise around the world?
Playas be so butt they roll in an armored truck
That’s why I let friends go
And out with the Benzo, with the bulletproof windows
I remember when you used to love me
Poppin’ bubbly, hottest thing in the club, G
VIP, sippin’ Dom, Lex on my arm
‘Cause everything I make be the bomb
Rappers, singers, players, and swingers
Pinky rings on our fingers, definitely bell ringers
(That’s right, that’s right)
Living life luxurious
And I remember the ways but you still got me curious
(Bad Boy)

[Bridge]
You didn’t hear me calling out (Didn’t hear me)
And that’s not what love’s about (No, no)
I remember you used to love me
You used to love me every day (Every day, every day)
Now your love has gone away
I remember, I remember…

I remember, I remember
I remember the way you used to love me
(Repeat until end with ad-libs)

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that

[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah

[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now?
And before we was sharing a plate?

[Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity

[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders

[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Intro: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You better protect your Patek
This ain’t a diss or a threat
I’m talking nothing but facts
If they ain’t feeling me yet
Tell them pardon my back
I was on 165th on the west of the X
Where they hustlers and killers be at
Plus it was rats
Matter of fact
I don’t even wanna get into that

[Verse 2: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
I hope you never forget
I put my set on the jet
I can’t accept nothing less
Niggas talking about death on the net
But I don’t be checking for threats
Homie told me that he slept on the steps
So he had to dead the connect
I’m probably collecting a check
Pouring up, measuring tech
This is finesse at its best
I don’t know what’s on my schedule next
I’m focused on seeing my revenue stretch

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You tryna save her
Like you got an S on your chest
Well I got a check on my neck
I hit it one time and she called me
I never accept
I fucked her and left her depressed
Presidential on my wrist
Won’t argue with a bitch
I don’t wanna listen to that
She just took me out the VIP
And necked me in the whip
While I got a friend in the back
Like yeah

[Verse 4: Don Q]
I’m hearing rumors and gossip
They saying Q is a topic
But I just flew to the tropics
My shoes is exotic
My coupé is robotic
I swear that these niggas is too outta pocket
And I can’t help but address it
You see the legends, respect It
So how could you peasants neglect it
I came out the gate and I said I’m the best in the X
And I’m setting the record
It’s just me and A
We match up a check
On Pateks and we very protected

[Verse 5: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Just me and Don
I might need another hundred on my arm
Might need another hundred on my neck
Keep it a hundred when you in the Bronx
I think she feeling me now
But I cannot remember her name
How you my enemy now?
And before we was sharing a plate?

[Verse 6: Don Q]
None of this money get took for granted
Gave me a shot and I took advantage
Got off my feet and they couldn’t stand it
Yeah I got that dope in the hood, it stink
Nigga you thinking ’bout pressing me
I hope you don’t think I got shit comparing
They pulled me over
Tryna question me
I was drunk at the light and I should’ve ran
Coming out dodging a felony
Bagging up work was a specialty
I’ll really kill for the legacy
I’m not your average celebrity

[Verse 7: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Don’t let me get outta character
We breaking all of the barriers
We gon’ pull up and embarrass ya
Mask on nigga scarier
Money no joke
But on my way to the bank
It be feeling hilarious
Said he a goon
If you got on a Patek
He might just go on and snatch it off

[Interlude: Rowdy Rebel]
We getting that 50 back
But be soon as we go to Vegas
I keep an eye on the nosy neighbors
Got some new toys for the home invaders

[Bridge: Don Q]
You better protect
You better protect
Y’all know my rep
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Don Q]
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek
You better protect your Patek

[Verse 1]
Grammy’s, Oscar’s, Emmy’s, Tony’s
Pretty perfect plastic phonies
Princesses and poofy dresses
After parties, VIP lists
There he is, should I know him?
Smile with those faces and

[Chorus]
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Don’t say it, think it, bite your tongue
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Makes me wanna just throw up
Pointless conversation
Forget what your name is

[Verse 2]
Frozen grins, purple martini’s
Geisha girls and micro Mini’s
Geeks with cameras, stars with momma’s
Gotta love that freak show drama
(Oh my god is that like, Shaquille O’Neal?)
Gettin’ drunk (gettin’ drunk)
Hookin’ up (hookin’ up)
Loser, schmoozer (loser, schmoozer)

[Chorus]
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Don’t say it, think it, bite your tongue
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Makes me wanna just throw up
Pointless conversations
Forget what your name is

[Verse 3]
I’d like to thank the Hollywood Foreign Press Association
And my dog Delicious, and my hamster, God and Oprah
[?] and yoga teachers
My personal trainer Sven
And, of course all my fans

[Chorus]
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Don’t say it, think it, bite your tongue
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Makes me wanna just throw up
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Gossip swept under the rug
Kiss kiss, hug hug
Yeah, I’m here, it’s kind of fun
Pointless conversations
Forget what your name is

[Outro]
Sarah? Or maybe Rachel?
I mean, uh, Michelle?
Maybe your name is Dorian?