K Camp – Real Me Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay Genius give them that flood fool
Uh-huh, OG

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I said that I was gon’ quit it but I couldn’t
Addicted to riding round rubber band and dirty money but I shouldn’t
Stack the cake up stack for stack
Get the packs in back for back
Most of these niggas let bitches distract them from getting paper, I can’t have that
Them nothing bitches, y’all can have that
Point me to wherever the cash at
Yo fuck them niggas, they get blast at
Them lame niggas, they get laughed at
She too real, I couldn’t pass that
Weed so good I almost didn’t wanna pass that
I passed the blunt, poured an 8, said “okay now pass it back”
Smoking strong, drinking mud
Pull up fuck up the club, Rodeo Drive, fucked up a dub
If you ain’t getting no money my nigga you irrelevant
Got more baby bottles than my one year old
His filled up with apple juice and mine’s filled up with medicine

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Yo fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches
I ain’t even tryna kick it witcha
Long way from the north side I done turned myself into a rich nigga
OG gas straight from the west got a bad bitch snatched out the bank
Know I’ve been drinking on the Hennessy but tonight I’m going for the D’usse
Run a bag up, run a bag up
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
In a new ‘Rari tell a motherfucker catch up
Lyric Ave where I kick it at
Bust that bag, get a whiff of that
House full of bad naked bitches
That bed side where I stick it at
9 times out of 10 I be smoking the gas
9 times out of 10 bitch I’m all on your ass
9 times out of 10 I’m running it up
9 times out of 10 it’s some Hen’ in my cup
9 times out of 10 got a deal with a fuck nigga hating
Fuck nigga hating
Know I’m in the latest and I’m done doing favors
Young K Way bitch and I’m still kicking flavors

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
OG, uh-huh
Hey, hey
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
OG kush got a young nigga lazy

2 CHAINZ – Good Drank lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM!
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent!
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard my momma [?] purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

2 Chainz – Good Drank lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM!
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent!
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard my momma [?] purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give [her ?]
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her (…)

Dice Soho – Ripped Jeans letras

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’ve been to AMG just start the engine
Don’t give a damn about a thing because we winning
They was sleeping on the boy in the beginning
But now the DJs keep the boy’s songs spinning
Now she spinning on that pole
They looking at us cause we spending all this dough
Cameras flashing soon as I walk through the door
No one can talk, no one can take no pictures
Rolling up a swisher I think I can feel the liquor now
I can feel it, I can feel it
She dancing on me, spinning on me, know she feel it
You see that double cup right there? Please don’t spill it
[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 2]
Now it’s Goyard on the belt
Goyard on my slippers make your shorty melt
She eating that dick up like it’s good for her health
I know she fucking with me cause I got some wealth
The kid finally hot, I’m tryna give these niggas hell
But my wrist cold steel
New ice alert, now my neck on chill
Pops ain’t bitching no more, he know that I’m gon’ kill
Foreign hoes call me, running up my phone bill
My gang is smelling like a pound of OG
New mink coat on me feeling hella cozy
Back in high school that bitch act like she ain’t know me
Now them diamonds in my Rollie told that ho to blow me

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Outro]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans

K Camp – Real Me (feat. Young Dolph) letras

[Intro]
Ay Genius give them that flood fool
Uh-huh, OG

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I said that I was gon’ quit it but I couldn’t
Addicted to riding round rubber band and dirty money but I shouldn’t
Stack the cake up stack for stack
Get the packs in back for back
Most of these niggas let bitches distract them from getting paper, I can’t have that
Them nothing bitches, y’all can have that
Point me to wherever the cash at
Yo fuck them niggas, they get blast at
Them lame niggas, they get laughed at
She too real, I couldn’t pass that
Weed so good I almost didn’t wanna pass that
I passed the blunt, poured an 8, said “okay now pass it back”
Smoking strong, drinking mud
Pull up fuck up the club, Rodeo Drive, fucked up a dub
If you ain’t getting no money my nigga you irrelevant
Got more baby bottles than my one year old
His filled up with apple juice and mine’s filled up with medicine

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Yo fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches
I ain’t even tryna kick it witcha
Long way from the north side I done turned myself into a rich nigga
OG gas straight from the west got a bad bitch snatched out the bank
Know I’ve been drinking on the Hennessy but tonight I’m going for the D’usse
Run a bag up, run a bag up
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
These pussy ass niggas can’t pass us
In a new ‘Rari tell a motherfucker catch up
Lyric Ave where I kick it at
Bust that bag, get a whiff of that
House full of bad naked bitches
That bed side where I stick it at
9 times out of 10 I be smoking the gas
9 times out of 10 bitch I’m all on your ass
9 times out of 10 I’m running it up
9 times out of 10 it’s some Hen’ in my cup
9 times out of 10 got a deal with a fuck nigga hating
Fuck nigga hating
Know I’m in the latest and I’m done doing favors
Young K (?) bitch and I’m still kicking flavors

[Hook: K Camp]
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
If I keep drinking man this shit gon’ kill me
Two bad bitches and they both wanna feel me
She fell in love but shit she don’t know the real me
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
Fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me
I said fuck these niggas and these bitches they’ll pay me

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
OG, uh-huh
Hey, hey
OG kush got a young nigga lazy
OG kush got a young nigga lazy

Joe Budden – I Gotta Ask letras

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me
Some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is most popular
But I just booked my next nine months
Ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, (Baby)
Two bitches three’s company how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this yac trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottoms, come and get a order, and now
They brought in the room, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips, (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and what not

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed in the great words of Buckshot, my answer is “why the fuck not”
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Right down to the crooked business, thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods, out there fuckin’ with cops
No they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s joe

Bigg Dogg – Give And Take letras

Yeah, Yeah, thats dope that right

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah x2

[Chorus]
Uh, Yo
In this game you gotta fight till you die
Some losing and some survive
You Gotta Know
How to move when you tryna get by
Or when you just tryna live ya life
Its a Give and Take in this World x2
Its a Give and Take in this world where
Everything is yours and the money
Is the only support
Its a Give And

[1st Verse]
Its a Give and Take up where i stay’
Just seen Jerry Seinfeld like the other day
And right around the corner they be
Dealing yay
That good coca, the price is right dont play
I done seen the realest turn to fake niggas
Same niggas hating rats be the snake niggas
The hood fucked up im high cruising through
The Bruckner
Wondering if I ain’t have rap, would I be
Locked up
And I’d be in the street 7 days a fucking week
Paradise told me stay hungry
All these niggas cheap
Money on a nigga mind, Mind never minding
Money on mines
Ya niggas been hating since the first rhyme
And since im here preaching it louder
I gotta light a Dutch of the Sour
Truthfully, ya kats is cowards
And the only left to discuss is more power nigga

[2nd Chorus]
In this game you gotta fight till you die
Some losing and some survive
You Gotta Know
How to move when you tryna get by
Or when you just tryna live ya life
Its a Give and Take in this World x2
Its a Give and Take in this world where
Everything is yours and the money
Is the only support
Its a Give And

Yo, Yo

[2nd Verse]
Its a Give and Take everybody want the cake
Pockets fucked up, i ain’t stopping son
I’ll win the race
People watching, everybody locking eyes Jaws dropping
Cops identifying young kids out here
Just surviving
Everybody watching, more violence
Funerals in silence
Hammers with like 14 hommies
Im Mahatma Ghandi
Preaching the words of life soaking knowledge
You couldn’t understand the truth
If a polygraph showed you how too
Weak niggas them never compete niggas
Complain about me nigga
What about you? are you chasing figures
You been switching pictures changing all
Of the surroundings
You know you got money when people revolve
Around it
And sadly thats the way that it goes
Free my OG he told me the realest shit
I never wrote
Like some niggas live to be 88
And other niggas die right in front of your face

[3rd Chrous]

In this game you gotta fight till you die
Some losing and some survive
You Gotta Know
How to move when you tryna get by
Or when you just tryna live ya life
Its a Give and Take in this World x2
Its a Give and Take in this world where
Everything is yours and the money
Is the only support
Its a Give And

Anderson .Paak & Knwxledge – Another Time (Yes Lawd! Album) letras

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
Who brought out his latest to the ball
Who threw up a prayer and hit the mark
Of course it’s out the way, get in the car
Of course you have to pay to play at all

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
But who you think that I look up to?
Who you think I got my game from?
Oh, I bet you thought it was you
Who you think I got the game from?

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
Yeah, who brings out the bands and hits the mall
Who takes all the chances, win or loss
You came a long way from the [?]
Numbers still the same, but you don’t answer too many calls
Now baby, who put all the plastic on your [?]
Who spilt all the powder on my floor?
Get out the seat, you’re too big for the two door
Sometimes you have to walk before you soar

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
But who you think that I look up to?
Who you think I got my game from?
Oh, I bet you thought it was you
Who do you think I got the game from?

[Verse 3: Anderson .Paak]
Word to my OG, the game that he taught me will always suffice
It’s the reason that I’m still alive
Big grandaddy, grandpa, my father and now it’s my season to shine
It’s bigger than you, it’s bigger than I
From the start was the word
The solid rock that I stand upon
Yeah, only as strong as the base that you’re building on
All this to gain if you can’t stake your claim in this great big world
It’s nobody’s fault but yours

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
But who you think that I look up to?
Who you think I got my game from?
Oh, I bet you thought it was you
Who you think I got the game from?

[Skit]
Ayo, we got a problem
They’re back
Ayo, we got a problem
They’re back
Yeah, those cats are back, on the real, what we gonna do?

Kevin Hart – Baller Alert (feat. Migos & T.I.) (Kevin Hart: What Now? (The Mixtape Presents Chocolate Droppa) Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Album) letras

[Intro: Quavo + Kevin Hart]
We know game
We know game!
We know game
We know game
Y’all thought, y’all thought we was a game, bitch
We know game
Drop that beat!

[Pre-Hook: Quavo + Kevin Hart]
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
We know game
Oh this it
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
Ball player shit, ladies, we ’bout to give up your plan
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
We know game

[Hook: Quavo]
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Gotta make sure that my chains go with all my clothes
Gotta make sure that my cars match all my clothes
(Skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt, skirt)
With the draco
Quavo honcho can go places that you can’t go
So traditional
Keep the same bowls, same stove, that’s the way it go
Ain’t this what you here for? (hold up, hold up, wait)
Now they say they want that Migo flow
Talk about bands and Kilos
Talk about break it down reload
Talk about re-up and re-up (re-up)
Talk about gassin’ your Jeep up (vroom)
Talking bout backin’ that Jeep up (beep)
Talking bout fallin’ and gettin’ up (ay)
My pockets they doing sit-ups (sit-ups)
I be right back, got a pick-up (poof)
They say it’s cheaper to leave em (cheaper)
Baller alert on my beeper (verrrrp)
Cappin’ is cheaper (cappin’)
Leave it to Beaver (leave it to B)
OG like Kobe (OG)
OG like Jeter (I’m a OG)
I ring your block (run it like who?)
Quavo A Peterson

[Hook: Quavo]
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Flexin’ my athleticism
They ought to show this shit on television
Atlanta Falcon hoodie bomber
Your girl, she tryna get under my Under Armour
Kick it pimpin,’ no extra points
They invitation, no hesitation
She accept to make it to my celebration
She ballin’ hard with no sport agent
Need free agent, at least three, maybe four
Hit yo city lit everywhere we go
Throw it, I’ma make the catch incredible
Like Brandon Marshall
A coffee colored shawty with me everywhere
Ask me do I run it, hell yeah
Drippin’ sauce all over everything
I’m a real king, you a lil something
Boy, don’t make me pull the rings out the vault
I be showin’ off and ain’t even gotta talk
Shawty let me hit the hole like Marshall Faulk
Or maybe Barry Sanders
Got some cheerleaders, no love handles, okay
Ain’t nothin’ really, you betta MVP me, Von Miller
Quick as Cam Newton, Superman jukin’
Poppin’ champagne at the pro game
When I told them I’ma win the whole thing
It ain’t no thing (hey)
Baby, champion is my first name ya

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
We know game
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
Ball player shit, ball, ball player shit
We know game

[Hook: Quavo]
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert
Baller alert, baller alert

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Gotta keep the Draco because this world cold
The streets a PS4, I know the cheat code
Gotta make sure that those rose match my Apple bros
Gotta make sure that my wardrobe matches with all my hoes
Tell that boy to stop acting bold before I wipe his nose
I love the kitchen so much went and bought a stove

[Verse 4: Offset]
Go by and look at your purse
Ballin’ that shit don’t even hurt (ball)
Pull up a Maybach or Hearse (Maybach)
Go back and do your research (research)
You cuff her I put her to work (working her)
Call me a Lamb I skirt (skirt)
Ballin’ like Kendrick with Perk
Then I pop a half of a perc
Wrath, Wrath, Wrath, Wrath
Look at the way that they hate
We know the game like Peyton (We know the game)
Fuck her don’t come to the date
I took an eighth to the face (eighth)
I caught an arsenics case (case)
Because there is a bomb in my safe (boom)
Diamonds that hit the bitch face (whoa)
She feel like she done got maced

[Hook: Quavo]
Baller alert
Baller alert (Ball player)
Baller alert (Ball player)
Baller alert (Ball player)
Baller alert (Ball player)
Baller alert (Ball player)
Baller alert (Ball player)
Baller alert (oh)
We know game

[Outro: Kevin Hart]
You’ve been alerted! You’ve been alerted, bitch! Brrrrp, brrrrp! Is that a bird or is that one of them chirp alarms? I don’t know which one… Brrrrp, brrrrp! Cause that could be an alarm too! It don’t have to be a bird… I’m just lookin’ for clarity on my side. Either way, we fine. Either way… the message is… the message has been given! Baller alert, brrrrp, brrrp!! Or… or… git, git, git! The question is: What now?

NxWorries – Another Time

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
Who brought out his latest to the ball
Who threw up a prayer and hit the mark
Of course it’s out the way, get in the car
Of course you have to pay to play at all

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
But who you think that I look up to?
Who you think I got my game from?
Oh, I bet you thought it was you
Who you think I got the game from?
[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
Yeah, who brings out the bands and hits the mall
Who takes all the chances, win or loss
You came a long way from the [?]
Numbers still the same, but you don’t answer too many calls
Now baby, who put all the plastic on your [?]
Who spilt all the powder on my floor?
Get out the seat, you’re too big for the two door
Sometimes you have to walk before you soar

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
But who you think that I look up to?
Who you think I got my game from?
Oh, I bet you thought it was you
Who do you think I got the game from?

[Verse 3: Anderson .Paak]
Word to my OG, the game that he taught me will always suffice
It’s the reason that I’m still alive
Big grandaddy, grandpa, my father and now it’s my season to shine
It’s bigger than you, it’s bigger than I
From the start was the word
The solid rock that I stand upon
Yeah, only as strong as the base that you’re building on
All this to gain if you can’t stake your claim in this great big world
It’s nobodies fault but yours

[Hook: Anderson .Paak]
But who you think that I look up to?
Who you think I got my game from?
Oh, I bet you thought it was you
Who you think I got the game from?

[Skit]
Ayo, we got a problem
They’re back
Ayo, we got a problem
They’re back
Yeah, those cats are back, on the real, what we gonna do?

Trouble And Bloody Jay – Lil Homie Died lyrics

[Intro: Bloody Jay]
Bloody Trouble
You dig?
Big shout, [?]
Duct Tape Dave!
Aww man, lil bro
Not my motherfucking [?]
Not my motherfucking nigga

[Hook: Bloody Jay]
My little brother died when I was on the inside
So every time I ride it’s on my side
I say oh-oh-oh, ride
Oh-oh-oh, ride
Man I’m getting tired, they tryna take my life
I got niggas dying on me night by night
Nigga oh-oh-oh, yeah
Nigga oh-oh-oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Trouble]
How the fuck they killed the peacemaker?
OG tell the youngins nothing, they just let the streets take ‘em
Shit, I was on the road when they took Bankroll, the shit seemed a faker
The good die young for real, same night he was after some paper
Bitch he was a player-neighbor
Me, shit, I could’ve died same week
They tried to take me out the same way as Chinx
I went for G to see lil powder rider put to sleep
Come from the [?] down, know what it did for me
I know they struggle, they just don’t know I shoot out twice a week
I don’t fuck with rap niggas, you hoes too prideful to speak
Bitch all I know is I shed blood, sweat, and tears in this shit
Now they gon’ make god be with it [?]

[Hook: Bloody Jay]
My little brother died when I was on the inside
So every time I ride it’s on my side
I say oh-oh-oh, ride
Oh-oh-oh, ride
Man I’m getting tired, they tryna take my life
I got niggas dying on me night by night
Nigga oh-oh-oh, yeah
Nigga oh-oh-oh, yeah

[Verse 2: Bloody Jay]
You be them bloods, them my brothers
B Shot, Duck Tape Dave, and Trouble Trouble
Fuck with [?], we sending shots, nigga take cover
Told DT he good nigga, this shit covered
You ain’t seen my pieces lately nigga
My shit smothered
Smashing out in drop heads nigga, burning rubber
Mama said she don’t want nothing, she just want me to hug her
Shouts out to the Birdman just for what he did for Thugger
Nigga play we plug him
Naw for real, naw for real
Way before the deal, fuck a deal
This is how I feel

[Hook: Bloody Jay]
My little brother died when I was on the inside
So every time I ride it’s on my side
I say oh-oh-oh, ride
Oh-oh-oh, ride
Man I’m getting tired, they tryna take my life
I got niggas dying on me night by night
Nigga oh-oh-oh, yeah
Nigga oh-oh-oh, yeah

Kodak Black – In Too Deep (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Intro: Kodak Black (Man’s Voice)]
Project baby, I might need some fuckin’ similac
(Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised)

[Verse]
I’m in too deep, your boy deeper than a rap
Imma just let my soul bleed on the track
Check your resume, and you ain’t livin’ like that
You the main reason why your dog got wacked
I’m only for the cheese, you a freeze, you a rat
You the main reason why your dog got trapped
Before I ever chase her, I’d rather chase the yacht
Street nigga after paper, I ain’t playin’, Imma snap
Livin’ in denial, juvenile back to back
Hit your house, throw all the gold in a pillow sack
Nigga take your chances, whole lives, shootin’ crapse
We just hit a lick for ten bands, it’s a wrap
I’m a section 8, taliban with the strap
Molly Santan, beach sand in my cap
Yeah I could pass the weed, but I ain’t pass the FCAT
And probably playin’ sleep, cuz I ain’t tryna text back
They found the contraband in my Mac
I had to sneak a pen in my cell to write a rap
I’m extortin’ niggas, want dinner and snack
Told em’ Imma split em’ if I see em’ eat that
I’m vibin’ in the booth, I just kick my feet back
She ride me in the coupe, had to push my seat back
I watched my dog shape back, just to relapse
I’m blowin’ on OG, you smokin’ green crack
I just got a slow leak in my tree rap
That head got me lockin’ up, call her beeswax
Better keep your Smith and Wesson, you might need that
357, E told me “keep that”
Keep your boy well protected like a knee cap
Knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cheese at?
Glock pop, bang, bang, where your keys at?
Don’t you say a damn thing, and I mean that
Ran ‘cross the power after Cool got snatched
I was on the I, when the coupe caught a flat
That’s the same night when SuWu shot Black
I wasn’t even there to tell you if we shot back
*Gun Shot*

Migos – Money Counter letras

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 1: Dirty Dave]
This a whole lot of money
Nothin’ but ’em 20s, 50s and ’em 100s
Quavo get the yayo
And some rubber bands, don’t forget the scale
Ooooh, trap house jumpin’
Bitch, I thought I told you keep that corner runnin’
Now take that to the stash house
Migo we don’t need no friends, we count the cash out
[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
Well, my diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning, spark up my OG
Then I blow my smoke off of my balcony
Whippin and beatin that pot
I hit it with the uppercut, that’s a fatality

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 4: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Touchdown on the plug
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trappin’ and cappin’ tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas not rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

Migos – Money Counter

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
My diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning
[?] my OG, then I blow my smoke off of my balcony

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trapper and capper tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas got rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

Migos – Money Counter Lyrics

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I just hit a juug on the money counter
I’m swimmin’ in the money I think I’m drownin’
I drink out a lean fountain in the migos mansion
I got Molly I got white, I got Marilyn Manson
Walk inside the trap and see a trash bag
I don’t throw it away it ain’t no trash can
Thought I told you I got molly, I’m the sand man (sandman)
No I’m not a drum major I’m the band man

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Bring out that money counter in the money mansion
My diamonds be dancin’
Cookin’ and wrappin’ that work up from plastic
Shippin’ it on the Titanic
Real niggas got the block hot like a dragon
Abracadabra do magic
Skippa the Flippa, no L.A. Clipper
Got a hundred thousand in the Aston
Dirty they whippin’ a hurricane
So much water in the pot cause a tidal wave
Trap with that work like I’m [?]
Bando lookin’ like a masquerade
Wake up in the morning
[?] my OG, then I blow my smoke off of my balcony

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

[Verse 3: Offset]
We got that money counter
Cookin’ that dope like it hamburger helper
Got a can of nines, no german shephard
Give back to the hood I never been selfish
Adopting a baby, god father like Melvin
I’m a cash rapper
Trapper and capper tryna’ make a livin’
The world is cold, gotta keep a pistol
Dirty game, dirty dollars
More money bring more power
The bigger the risk the more you get rich
You niggas got rich, you niggas counterfeit
Juggin’ OG and I’m juggin’ the bricks
I’m stuck in the trap, I can’t go [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Migos and dirty say they fingers hurtin’
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter
Money counter count up fives and tens
I got them old hundreds and blue benjamins
Bring out that money counter
Bring out that money counter

Curren$y – Insane Lyrics

(Intro: Curren$y)
Live the life a nigga die for
Wish ya wife would be my side ho
Never seen a nigga fly where
Take a ride inside a 64
Hop out ask him what his info
He ain’t tell ya but his bitch know
Getting to the figures that addition digits flipping triple tell him gimme mo’
Sent ya bitch to the corner store
Bag of chips and a 40 Row
They ain’t mine but the chips is
Go give the beer to my big bro

(Verse 1: Mr. Marcelo)
House full of bitches, weed in the kitchen
Hell yea nigga we living
And all these bitches tryna get a real nigga even when a nigga ain’t pitching
A real OG in my city lil nigga motherfucker better ask around
I always have been a standup guy so it ain’t no backing down
I used to make (?), now I make (?)
Hustle all night, pray all day I’ll sleep when I’m 6 feet deep
Pops used to sip Ol’ E, moms sip Henn on the rocks
And I did coming up as a kid, was smoke big blunts like Ox
I used to have dreams like ML King, then I start acting like Malcolm X
I always did have a lot of money, I always did get a lot of respect
Debit, credit, cash, purp, kush, hash
Shit to real to be standing still so OG’s be chasing bags
(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them bitches insane, all them bitches insane
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
Them bitches just after my fame

(Verse 2: T.Y.)
Look, I told that bitch, don’t be catching feelings and shit
Right after I hit, I’m mashing off in that new Benz
Motherfuck them tints, want you to see me and my friends
When we steerin the Bent, ain’t gon kill you with a ratchet
But with the way I live, yea
She gon shake that for some tips
But I’m not gon give a shit
I’m gon spend that on some rims
Stomp a nigga in some Timbs
Just because they want pretend
Like they gangsters but they really pussy boy your sister told me what it is
Wake up and I grind for breakfast
I stunt so hard that I can not help it
Yea that Jet Life I’m gon rep it
All these bitches the same, I just gotta accept it
Don’t slam my door when you ride with me ho
Yea, you cross the line and I come for your throat

(Chorus: Curren$y)
All them bitches insane, all them bitches the same
All my whips is insane, yea, yea
All them niggas is lame, diamonds all in my chain
Hoes just after my fame, yea, yea
All them bitches the same, all them bitches the same
All my whips is the same, Diamonds all in my chain
All them niggas is lame, that money just ain’t a thang
Them bitches just after my fame

Danny Brown – Tell Me What I Don’t Know Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Street smart, Ph.D
Dropped out for a ni**a degree
Not on me
Keep the doubles off me
Cause we was living in shit
Couldn’t afford property
Lil ni**a getting fronting from OGs
Oz of OG bagged up in the Pelle
In a school hall way on a burner celly
Leaving out of class early caught a cell for 20
How long will they last?
Never ending race, chasing cash
One lane going wrong way til I crash
Teacher find my sack, going nowhere fast

(Chorus)
Tell me what I don’t know
Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
Shot my ni**a on the way to get a Swisher
Breaking down the weed when the call got received

(Verse 2)
We was so ambitious
All we really wanted was new Jordans and some bitches
Flashing bankrolls in the club taking pictures
Thinking we was grown men, really lil ni**as
Jumping dope fiends that’s owing us for credit
Taking turns catching shells things copacetic
Slice your tomato if you owe us for the lettuce
Running through the sack of D sorta like Jerome Bettis
Now heed the outcome
Hit the block, hit the stash and they found some
Lock us all up for a bag of some
Now we in the county writing letters I miss you

(Chorus)
Tell me what I don’t know
Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
Tell me what I don’t know
Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know

(Verse 3)
And we was so gone ho
Wet a ni**a up like he got his poncho
On the block all day chasing that cilantro
Hood raid kicking on the front door
It’s like a cycle
You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us
It’s like a cycle
You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us

(Chorus)
Tell me what I don’t know
Last night homie got killed at the liquor store
Shot my ni**a on the way to get a Swisher
Breaking down the weed when the call got received
Tell me what I don’t know
Hood raid came through kicking down the front door
Now we facing judge, got us sitting up in court
Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know
Tell me what I don’t know

Kid Ink feat. King Los – George Lucas Lyrics

(Chorus – King Los)
I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this
Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing
All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless
All we make is movies, George f**king Lucas
All we make is movies
All we make is
In the club I’m George f**king Lucas
I’m bout to f**king lose this

(Verse 1 – Kid Ink)
Okay, I walk inside this bi**h like tonight I’m tryna earn
To the knotches on my belt, feel like I can’t hold my pants
I could prolly take your chick if I really took the chance
When they play her favorite song, she know all the f**king dances, oh yeah
Aw man, don’t stop, baby girl, go head
And I know when I’m watching
And I love when you drop it down
Down baby with your bow legs
You keep doing what you’re doing and I’m throwing what I’m throwing
I could pay monthly, your whole rent
I got that money on my mind but I lost it
At the same time, don’t make no sense
It’s a star wars if you with it
Drive my spaceship back to the future
OG sky walking in the blunt
And I’m prollyg go back to my planet when it’s finished

(Chorus – King Los)
I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this
Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing
All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless
All we make is movies, George f**king Lucas
All we make is movies
All we make is
In the club I’m George f**king Lucas

(Verse 2 – King Los)
All these ni**as just the same to me
All these groupies is the same to me
I don’t know who the f**k to blame here
But all this goofy s**t is lame to me
Threw the whole dash with the gold pass
In my own class, baby slow class
Come on take a pie with a cool guy
I know all about the wave like a pool guy
I just copped a presidental out in Dubai
And I roll 100 swishas, I got too high
Out of my mind, I need to be minded
To tell these ni**as catch up
There’s no condoms, bench on the side of it
Go ahead and get the wallet
And I f**k around in got so deep up in it
Left my wallet in it
Wish we got it bigger
Cause we started from the bottom
Would have hoped you taking notes
Just so you pu**y ni**as know how to kick it

(Chorus – King Los)
I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this
Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing
All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless
All we make is movies, George f**king Lucas
All we make is movies
All we make is
In the club I’m George f**king Lucas
I’m bout to f**king lose this