Young Lito – I Love This Game (In Due Time Mixtape)

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 1: Young Lito]
Young fly nigga, foreign car whipper
Chick hitter, the girl you love, I probably dissed her
Balling, I should be on ESPN
Instead I’m in the suite with a lesbian
I love the homies but me and money, best of friends
Got racks in any jeans that you catch me in
Plus I still got the grip on me, I don’t slip homie
Take your life, leave your kids and your bitch lonely
On my job, putting it on for the squad
Used to be selling hard, now making hits like the mob
Whatever you want, baby girl it ain’t a problem
You see a nigga living large, Lito

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
VIP full of Rose, I got the best hoes
I used to buy my chicks chains with the XOs
Now I’m pushing whips you see at the expos
Haters talk slick ’til they get exposed
I’m a young, lit nigga, call me killa yeah
Froze me with the gear, ice, no frigidaire there
Neck blinging, niggas scared, got bullets they could share
Get hoes by the pair, Young Lito nigga yeah

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

[Verse 3: Troy Ave ]
Out in Arizona all my Spanish bitch balling
Fucking with some other birds on my dirty phone
Multitask, I get multi-cash
Me and hoes, smoking blunts, burning mo’ top gas
240 on my latest, I got multi-dash
Boys that I floss and they all so fast
Getting neck in ’em, I got bow tie swag
But its more than suitable to put you niggas in the grass

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Money ain’t the issue baby, you already know that
Just a young player, you can find me where the dough at
Streets keep calling sell my soul
Something bout the paper man, I just don’t know
And it’s on me yeah
Whatever you want I can buy right now
It’s on me yeah
If nigga try front, he can die right now

P Money – Man’s Involved

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Post-Hook: P Money]
Mandem’s involved
Lightskin gyal on the road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Bare man tekked off your road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Dem boy already know, yeah, mandem’s involved

[Verse 1: P Money]
I ain’t never been no one’s younger
I’ve got a big man gyal in man’s jumper
Big money and a private bank card
You ain’t even got a private place on your bumper
Got a claim in when I get the bumper
Big ting cat, see your girl’s bumper
Call register full of my number
Got a man screaming “what the bumba?”
Got a text, last night was heavy (wave)
Off of that Cîroc Red Berry (wave)
Did it like all the stars on telly (wave)
True say, she’d seen me on telly (mad)
Who’s got the Riz? Who’s got the Henny?
Waviest gang, turn a room to a ferry
Bare foul play, no signs of a penny
OGz are involved, everyone’s ready (OGz)

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Verse 2]
Just hold the bacon
And touch the road, got a rave and the mandem’s involved
Anybody touching me and my Gs
Dun know say the mandem’s involved
If you’re on chilling in the VIP
Smoking that, you ain’t for me becuh man’s involved
From day one, I said I’m gonna make it
And when I make it, I’ll get the mandem involved
Everybody knows we’re OGz
We’ll run the world, mandem’s on a roll
Run up with all my Gs, if you want it with my Gs
Dun know, man’s gonna roll
Drrrrrr
You don’t wanna hear the drumroll
Make a man lose his soul
See me with something, more time, got it from the roads

[Verse 3: Little Dee]
Turn out when I turn up
If I turn up, it’s a turnout
Heart racing like a Lambo
Club smoking like a burnout
You turn up with your hater on
I turn up with Alligators on
I spent a lot but I blame it on
That Hennessy and them jägerbombs
Money comes, then money goes
Kicked off and I’m the one involved
Forget gym, I let belly grow
Then work it off when I’m running road
Drink driving in a two-seater
Three litres, drunk two litres
Hennessy and that red Cîroc
Hit the cops, then I’m jetting off

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Verse 4: Blacks]
Man know me
I don’t ring man’s phone
Rave off ends
I’m already involved
Might jump in the car
Cruise control
Man’s going 120
Man’s never been slow
Three shows this week
I’m getting this dough
Man’s gotta go hard
Baby at home
And plus, I like
Expensive clothes
Hoes on me
Cause I’m getting this dough

[Verse 5]
So, who’s involved?
I’ll leave no one when I come to your zones
Any war talk, I’m rising chrome
Diss OGz, I’ll take off your dome
Your place ain’t safe if I come to your home
I keep it real so I should be cold
Can you hear my lyrical tone?
Like D Double, bad to the bone
On my block, you don’t wanna roll
Jewels get taken, I’m involved
Call my plug and it all gets sold
Just like Homer, I get doh
Still move drugs, so ring my phone
I’ve got what you want if you can’t cope
Go ask your wifey, trust me, she knows
She’s in my trap, playing with her nose

[Hook: P Money]
Every single weekend
Mandem ring my phone
Like wah gwan, fam? Wah gwan, cuz?
Man’s got a show
Big, big, big body make my gyal
Look [?]
Wherever there’s a wave, yeah
Man’s involved

[Post-Hook: P Money]
Mandem’s involved
Lightskin gyal on the road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Bare man tekked off your road, yeah, mandem’s involved
Dem boy already know, yeah, mandem’s involved

Flo Rida – Guarantee Lyrics

[Intro]
Flo Rida: I need a guarantee
Akon: eh, eh, eh…eh
Flo Rida: Akon are you with me?
Akon: Akon and Flo Rida
Flo Rida: The World is you with me?

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
Be down for the cause, be my misses set it off, she can add to the po-po-po
Had some Betsy Ross, B-B-back up off the wall, satisfaction in my clause, satisfaction for my dawgs
I need passion from these broads, in the club do your strut guarantee me some love
I need answers, keep the questions lets agree to some touch
Run the tab, let me grab, I don’t need a paragraph
Don’t like talkin’ on about flossin’, only freaks on my staff

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First its money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 2: Flo Rida]
All out all in, ninety-nine point nine percent
Girl you can’t be hesitant, love your ex? excellent
Want more x? lets be friends
Unprescripted medicine, that’s a problem I don’t bother not even no evidence
I need to know,one, when you gonna go get it done hun, two you ain’t gotta be my boo I got a buggati
I want when I’m at the bar, exclusive, shorty spit at me, no mucus, that don’t mean I’ll be your cupid
I ain’t stupid baby, you can buzz

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 3: Flo Rida]
Definitely a dime, right, when with me like flying kite
Only cash, shows and ice
Give Flo Rida sacrifice, shorty represent the night
Stunting feed the appetite, say the price
Paper tight, blow it like some candle light
VIP the whole clique, got the moon rock wrapped around my wrist
I’m about to waste, don’t trip, like back in the day like 2 legit
Where the love go, to my dub show
We’re on the sexy ghetto, where’d your new patron get us

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

Twista – Next To You (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro: Twista]
Yeah
Twista
What up?
(I wanna get next to you)
Jeremih
Tell her
Uhuh

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Verse 1: Twista]
What’s up lil’ mama? Could you tell me your name?
I’m in all white, cocaine, so flame
Is what I’m smoking on when I
Think about it when I’m looking at your body when I see you cause I really wanna come close
So fly and I want you the most
Let’s have a toast, drinks on me
Summertime, drop top, wintertime, minks on me
Too cold, I’m hoping that really want me cause I
Be at you cause wanna get next to you
In the back of the Phantom, or the club in VIP or at the bar
When I see you I feel like I’m looking at a star, up to par
Just so fly
Having dreams of you being mine, cause I’m just so high
Telling all my boys that you chose me and left yo’ guy
Magnificent situation, I’m so glad that I bumped you
Intense, let me close up this tense distance between us two
Cause I don’t wanna go hard like I wanna have sex with you
I’ma take my time and let you know (I wanna get next to you)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Verse 2: Twista]
I think you sexy, ain’t no need for the faking
Could you tell me, is this seat taken? If it ain’t then can I sit down?
Compliment her like a gentleman because I know that there’s fly shit there
All the time in the back of my mind I wanna say "that’s my shit there"
With the swag of a diva, hot but not too flamboyant
Wishing I could communicate with her through clairvoyance
Telepathy and I could really tell her what I feel about her when I have a thought
Pretty skin and your lips look so soft, don’t talk, shhh, be quiet
Could you tell what I be thinking about when you see my eyes?
They say I’m looking at you like prey
And I’m a lion and I’m finna make a move
Cause I really wanna see her on my arm a lot
Tryna be her friend, I’ma become so close I’ll be her confidant
But, play hard to get and tell me why don’t I just go
Well I think you are the shit so (I wanna get next to you)

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new Spider from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I’m alone"
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

[Outro: Jeremih & Twista]
And when you call me
That’s right
And I’m gon make sure I’ll be on my way next to you baby
I wanna get next to you
Wanna be close to you baby
I wanna get next to you

Legal Dollars Ent. – See You Mad

[Verse 1]
Said her name was Gemini
Damn that girl she hella fly
Told her she to be televised
So I beamed her up to my Enterprise
She be in that gym though
Trying to keep that thing toned
Doing squats and them leg curls
Girl you be in your damn zone
College bound chick but ain’t
Major in accounting but she make that money keep flowing like a fountain
That girl thick thick
You can tell she from the south quick
And she can’t fuck with no niggaz that ain’t bout it, we out here
Yea that’s why I stay on my business
As God is my witness
It’s legal dollar grand scale nigga
We in your district we taking your
Mistress and you know big booty
Though we stick with it
I’m in the right lane with the EZ pass every night man we gettin
Easy cash in the VIP it’s champagne that girl shake it like she insane

[Verse 2]
I don’t never want see you mad
What’s the price throw it in the bag
Pay it off we don’t leave no tab
Buying things that you never had
Tatted up with my jeans on sag
Diddy bop in my mean old swag
Swip the card then I hit the dab
Milly rock I don’t need no cash
Yeah
I’m fly as hell and my shorty bad
Yeah
High heals designer bags
Yeah
I love it when she shake that ass
Make a nigga wanna spend that stash
Legal dollars got shit on smash
Yeah
She turning heads like ceiling fans
Yeah
The way she move got em in a trance
Yeah
My chain swinging orangutan
We don’t care what you niggas
We just out here doing our thing
Yeah
And all of my niggas we gettin that paper
And none of my niggas ain’t taking no pay cuts
We stacking we stacking we stacking that paper
We laughing we laughing we laughing at haters

Jacob Latimore – The Real (feat. IshDARR)

[Verse 1: Jacob Latimore]
I wanna talk about you
And less about me
I wanna try some new things, new things
Like your body on me
Baby, don’t it feel good?
Don’t have to keep it low key
Gon’ shake it like it’s loose change in your frame
Make a nigga say oh wee

[Pre-Hook: Jacob Latimore]
You say that I’m just your type, true shit
This is one hell of a night, too lit
Baby, fuck them other niggas, I can do you better
Bet you I can take you to another level, yeah
Skrrt skrrt on them new Perillis
Tryna make it rain with no umbrella

[Hook: Jacob Latimore]
Say oh, if you tell me that it’s all real, girl, I can’t say no
That’s just how you makin’ me feel
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real

[Verse 2: Jacob Latimore]
Tell me what’s the move
Damn that body so fye
You make me wanna do things, do things
That’s no lie
Yeah that pussy I abuse
Cause it’s all mine
You make me wanna do things, grown things
Yeah, me wanna love you long time

[Pre-Hook: Jacob Latimore]
You say that I’m just your type, true shit
This is one hell of a night, too lit
Baby, fuck them other niggas, I can do you better
Bet you I can take you to another level, yeah
Skrrt skrrt on them new Perillis
Tryna make it rain with no umbrella

[Hook: Jacob Latimore]
Say oh, if you tell me that it’s all real, girl, I can’t say no
That’s just how you makin’ me feel
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real

[Verse 3: IshDARR]
Girl, you make me wanna do things
Hair whipped, nails did, down to your mood swings
You ain’t with that petty shit, pedicure and your fenty slides
On to the next, I’m wonderin’ how to make you mine
One time, it’s gon’ work like this
Keep that 90 bounce, get a boss like this
Pulled off on your ex, lookin’ mad as a bitch
Baby let’s be real, we only seen in the VIP
You would dome glamour stand on every single journey
Hope ya worthy, I probably shouldn’t, be damned if I do
Smoke tree, play badu ’til four in the mornin’
Let them assume, no they not important

[Hook: Jacob Latimore]
Say oh, if you tell me that it’s all real, girl, I can’t say no
That’s just how you makin’ me feel
You make me wanna touch ya, touch ya body
You’re lookin’ like a million dollar bill
You might have had a few that came before me
Girl you better recognize the real

Marion Band$ – Hold Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Marion Band$]
Everyday I think lucrative, it always got to be progress
If it ain’t about that money then it ain’t a part of my process
Meeting with the bosses over lobster tails
Strategizing our next move, conclusion is prevail
Bitches that hold yo’ shit up, bitches that fuck yo’ shit up
She call and she wanna lick up
But I’m busy hittin’ this liquor
Bitch, I’m chasing money, you don’t deserve a description
It take some sacrifices to get in this position
When my well was dry, I was still making my wishes
I was ridin’ around, I was risking it
But if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t get this shit
Up late nights, I’m an owl too, there’s a few things that I value
Money, trust, respect, loyalty and my crew

[Hook: Marion Band$]
Politicking with my niggas about this money, bitch, hold up
I had to drop my bitch, ‘cause I don’t need no hold ups
Walk right in VIP, we don’t do no hold ups
Get too close, I got some killers with me that’ll tell you
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up
You say you want this money
Then, nigga, what’s the hold up?
If you really ’bout this paper, then what’s the (Hold up?)

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Nip Hussle the Great back, came up, you can’t hate that
Self made, you can’t take that
Yeah, self made, you can’t make that
Some say I need a record deal
I need a cosign, I need a Dre track
But all the time I had a mean flow
I had a cold grind and that’s a great match
Payback, fuck hoes and I make racks
And my pockets gon’ stay fat
‘Cause I merk beats and I slay tracks
Payback, wrist rocky like A$AP
Stay strapped like I’m Arab
And in a world of lies I still state facts
Lame-ass, hatin’ niggas take flame baths
All you really doing when you running your mouth
Is telling me where to aim at (guncock)
Duck, nigga! Fuck-bitches and fuck-niggas
If you ain’t talkin’ bread, then I don’t fuck with you
(Gunshot) Hussle!

[Hook: Marion Band$]
Politicking with my niggas about this money, bitch, hold up
I had to drop my bitch, ‘cause I don’t need no hold ups
Walk right in VIP, we don’t do no hold ups
Get too close, I got some killers with me that’ll tell you
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up
You say you want this money
Then, nigga, what’s the hold up?
If you really ’bout this paper, then what’s the (Hold up?)

[Verse 3: Marion Band$]
Fifteen, uh, I’m going all in it no matter the outcome
They told me I had it and now I am relapsin’
And how could you X me out? I am not Malcolm
And how could you doubt me? You heard my first album
And who had the nerve to think I was done with
I left the game graciously for you to run with
Like that of a blueprint, go on and front then
Time that you had, and this what you come with?
If you want it to work out, exercise it
Nigga, and if you want to see it, visualize it
That was me that we been discussin’
And it was the thought, they thought I was bluffin’
I know that they waiting to see what I come with
I told you my best and I feel my toughness
Nevertheless I’m who they fuck with
I’m the go-to guy, you niggas go too shy
No Kanye’s or Common’s
I’m coming, and don’t ask me who I like in the game
Right now, I’ll say no comments; Yung

[Hook: Marion Band$]
Politicking with my niggas about this money, bitch, hold up
I had to drop my bitch, ‘cause I don’t need no hold ups
Walk right in VIP, we don’t do no hold ups
Get too close, I got some killers with me that’ll tell you
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up (tell ya)
Hold up, hold up
You say you want this money
Then, nigga, what’s the hold up?
If you really ’bout this paper, then what’s the (Hold up?)

2 Chainz – Diamonds Talkin Back (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

[Intro]
Check me out now

[Hook]
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

[Verse 1]
Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck y’all"
Rock Givenchy shoes like they All-Star
Say you turned ’em down it’d be old, dawg
Known to light it up like the ball park
Crib the same size as the Walmart
Yard so big I got a golf cart
Diamonds on me shining when you see ’em, boom bing
Diamonds on me shining when it’s DM, boom bing bing
Diamonds on me dancing like it’s Breezy over easy
I can buy a hundred easy, I just got a call from Jeezy
I count money ’til I’m sleepy, ink on my body, graffiti
And you know I come from CP
Can’t fuck no bitch with no VD, nah
Diamonds on me going bing bing bing bing
Diamonds on me doing their damn thing thing thing thing
Known to get head while the car park
Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck "y’all"

[Hook]
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

[Verse 2]
Diamonds talking back, they say, "Fuck ‘yall"
Walk in to the VIP and yell, "Touchdown!"
Ain’t wore the same shoes the whole month now
I am so high she told me come down
I’m like how, zip of loud, gun go pow
Mr. Chow, bling bling blow, bitches bow
Bitches bi, they liking girls and guys
Ill advised, got the Rollie winterized
When I die bury me beside the Cuban links
2 Chainz, a lot of Z’s ’cause you niggas sleep
Pinky ring ping, index finger ping, middle finger ping
Whole lot of rings, whole lot of watches
Watches being ostrich, neck, wrist, faucets
Chain show ’em options
Rings so big you could go boxing
Diamonds talking back, yours ain’t saying nothing

[Hook]
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

K Camp – Drop (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B

[Hook]
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, skrt, uh-huh
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top

[Verse 1]
Brand new ‘Rari, lose the roof
Hop out all white, feel like Zeus
Godly, pardon me let me through
Mixing muddy, taste like juice
Taste like candy, pop one Xanny
Your freak too geeked, savage Randy
Handy dandy, gas pedal
Masi’, McClaren, heavy metal
Let’s get it

[Hook]
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, skrt, uh-huh
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top

[Verse 2]
Double, triple, triple double
Cristal, pour bubbles
VIP lit, bad bitch
Killed friends let’s split it
Drop top, sun drop
Missing roof, call the cops
Wind blowing, hair loose
Can I drop the roof?

[Hook]
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top
Uh-huh, drop, uh-huh, top
Uh-huh, skrt, uh-huh
Drop the top, drop the top
Drop top, drop top

Chris Brown – Dash

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain’t smokin’ it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin’ money and we ’bout to snatch your bitches
Go figure, OHB, ain’t no broke niggas
I see her poppin’ them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin’ bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now I gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin’ tags
And you still gon’ cheat with your bitch ass, haha
They callin’ me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to lay
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I’ll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
No E, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can’t smoke with man she’s ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin’ fasty
2 sharp, no them can’t style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run, make it snappy

Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip low plus I’m at it
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin’, got the whip skrrtin’
Section Boyz, that’s the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the water log ting

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man’s flashin’
Where you comin’ from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin’
Kinda embarrasin’
That’s a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I’m trappin’ in
Like oh oh, when I’m mashin’ it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin’
And when I’m in the squad, what’s happenin’?

Light it, ross it
If it’s acro, pass it
Them man all soft, them targets
I’ll take a man’s pack, go home and laught it
Off like a bastard, man’s charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man’s chargin’
Fuck a family tree
We got a family trees in man’s garden
I got grams of trees, but who’s askin’?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I’m Tarzan
Man’s calm but try and harm my Gs and you’ll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin’ like armpits
Little tooly tool, I’m still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it

Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
We shoot ’em shot
The flow, them classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and bash it

Jerreau – Make A Play (M.A.P) (Never How You Plan Album) letras

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 1]
I had to run up the score, I had to get back
I had to run up the floor, I had to hustle
I had to stop fucking with ya’ll, I had to mature (yeah)
I had to start saving some more
So I had to start making some more
You don’t know how I did it cause I did it with out ya’ll
You wasn’t there no you wasn’t involved
Oh God, help me get this off
One of one, I’m good with those odds
And I ain’t taking nothing back from ya’ll
Don’t send no drinks we’ll send them back
And don’t send no shots, its the same with that
I was down bad, now I’m up, no missed lay ups
For 200 Ms, I might have to D Rose the knee up
Euro step to the bank, travel like I need a Beamer
All my niggas believers (yeah)
I don’t need no more people (no)
PJ Rose in the VIP with my feet up, in my Adidas

[Hook]
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

[Verse 2]
Lights on just to front, I’mma pull up, hop out
Imma do my own stunts, Imma do how I want
First they love you then hate you, then they love you again
The same ones burning your jersey the same ones cheering again
But fuck it
Let em all in, invite em all in
Hop in that Benz, hop out of that Benz
Call all of your friends, tell all of your friends
We in Vegas at Wynn, she came through for the win
She pulled up for the win, on some game winning shit
This where it begins, this where it all ends
On some I started this shit, I’m gon’ finish this shit
And I’m not for the play, I’m in street clothes today
Study all of my tapes, then I’m back in the gym
I’m back on they heals, I’m back in LA
Shit I’m back in the hills, hit shorty like I need to score on this break
Thought I wanted a deal, I signed my deal, then got out of my deal
Free agent, for real but we did it for real
Shoutout all the niggas that all got me here, at least it was real
And that’s how I feel, now it’s a new feel

[Hook] x 2
I need to make me a play (yeah)
I need to make me a play (oh God)
I need to make me a play (on God)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I need to get back in the game (yeah)
I had to get back in the game (oh God)
I had to make me a play (on God)
I had to get back in the game

Twista – Next To You

[Twista:]
Yeah
Twista
What up?
(I wanna get next to you)
Jeremih
Tell her
Uhuh

[Jeremih:]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new [?] from [?]
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back “I’m alone”
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Twista:]
What’s up lil’ mama? Could you tell me your name?
I’m a long white, cocaine, so flame
Is what I’m smoking on when I
Think about it when I’m looking at your body cause I really wanna come close
So fly and I want you the most
Let’s have a toast, drinks on me
Summertime, drop top, wintertime, minks on me
Too cold, I’m hoping that really want me cause I
Be at you cause wanna get next to you
In the back of the Phantom, or the club in VIP or [?]
When I see you I feel like I’m looking at a star, up to par
Just so fly
Having dreams of you being, cause I’m just so high
Telling all my boys that you chose me and left yo’ guy
Magnificent situation, I’m so glad that I bumped you
Intense, let me close up this tense distance between us two
Cause I don’t wanna go hard like I wanna have sex with you
I’m a take my time and let you know (I wanna get next to you)

[Jeremih:]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new [?] from [?]
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back “I’m alone”
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you

[Twista:]
I think you sexy, ain’t no need for the faking
Could you tell me, is this seat taken? If it ain’t then can I sit down?
Compliment her like a gentleman because I know that there’s fly shit there
All the time in the back of my mind I wanna say “that’s my shit there”
With the swag of a diva, hot but not too flamboyant
Wishing I could communicate with her through clairvoyance
Telepathy and I could really tell her what I feel about her when I have a thought
Pretty skin and your lips look so soft, don’t talk, shhh, be quiet
Could you tell what I be thinking about when you see my eyes?
They say I’m looking at you like prey
And I’m a lion and I’m finna make a move
Cause I really wanna see her on my arm a lot
Tryna be her friend, I’m a become so close I’ll be her confident
But, play hard to get and tell me why don’t I just go
Well I think you are the shit so (I wanna get next to you)

[Jeremih:]
I wanna get next to you
Tonight I got my Christian Dior’s on
On my new [?] from [?]
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back “I’m alone”
Yeah, you know ain’t no questions baby
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you
I wanna get next to you

[Jeremih & Twista:]
And when you call me
That’s right
And I’m gon make sure I’ll be on my way next to you baby
I wanna get next to you
Wanna be close to you baby
I wanna get next to you

MADEINTYO – Uber Everywhere (On MTV’s Wonderland) (Live) letras

Nawfside cooling, shorty, yeah that’s where I stay
Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick Redbone shorty where I lay
Bad bihh in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the 6
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Shorty wanna kiss me, but I know she sucking dick
Look, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Yeah, Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
Aye (skrr skrr)
Yeah, I wanna get the ‘Rari, but I know it takes some time (skrr skrr)
Pre-roll shorty light it up you know you fine
Lil 5 with my 5 and I’m rolling up the gas
And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
East Atlanta jawn Cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
She say she bout that action but I think that Imma pass
Shorty wanna fuck me but I know I got some top
Shorty wanna fuck me but I just got some top (skrr skrr)
I can’t fuck with ops never stop pull up in that juice box
Uber fucking everywhere
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP (skrr skrr)
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in my VIP
And I think that bitch from canada
I think she from the 6
Uber everywhere, pre-rolls in the VIP
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)
Hey hey hey (skrr skrr)

Travi$ Scott – Uber Everywhere (Days Before Birds Album) letras

[Intro: Travis Scott]
You think I should do this and drop this shit like tomorrow?
Yea, yea, yeaaa, yee, alright!
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Alright!

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Okay, it’s late yeah
Uber to your crib I can not wait yeah (It’s lit!)
I’ve been moving at a race (Straight up!)
Tell me what we going through is a phase

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Shit I can’t escape
All this shit I can’t evade
Niggas wanna hate, yea they do that by the day (Yeah, yeah!)
On these skates, I’ve been moving state to state
Fuck that lobster and that steak
I got mo’ shit on my plate
Rolling in my Uber, that’s just how I use my time
Blowing on that Backwood, that’s just how I ease my mind
Looking out the window, hoping it all would be fine
Pay no mind, they don’t pay no mind, yeah yeah yeah
Magic City they shaking that ass, yeah yeah yeah
Diamonds of Atlanta they be bad, yeah yeah yeah
When we hit V Live I got that bag (Straight up!)
Big Tho, DJ Eric got that bitch on smash, yeah yeah yeah
Play that shit that make ’em dance
After call me when you done counting them bands, yeah yeah yeah (Yeah!)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Please don’t let it get late (Yeah, yeah!)
I’ma Uber to your crib I can not wait (It’s lit!)
I’ve been moving at my pace
Tell me what we going through is just a phase, yeah yeah yeah (Straight up!)

[Verse 2: Madeintyo]
North side coolin’ shawty yeah that’s where I stay
Heard you was a lame boy get up out my face
And my ex keep calling swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick red bone shawty where I lay
Bad bih’ in LA tell me that she’ll make the trip
Shawty bad as hell yea with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every-fucking-where pre rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn yeah I think that bitch from the 6

[Hook: Madeintyo]
Shawty wanna kiss me but I know she sucking dick
Shawty wanna kiss me but I know she sucking dick
Look Uber everywhere pre rolls in the VIP
Yea Uber everywhere pre rolls in my VIP
Aye (Skrr! skrr!)

Don Q – Groupie Love letras

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love
Don

[Verse 1: Don Q]
No pillow talking with these hoes, groupie bitch play your role
I’m doing 80 through the toll, I hit up Vegas in a Rolls
I like strippers with they body done
I need a blowjob, I’m ’bout to hire one
She said she like all my songs
Well can you come give me some head while I’m writin’ one?
I need a mami, a fire one
Im taking these pills ’til my body numb
Slow-mo, I can’t move
Hardly parked the new Rari at the pool party
Me and Artist going hop out it
Pull up on the curb, sitting lopsided
Talking fly you better not stop it
Balmain, my whole block got it
I get that work and I serve it
Hop in that toy and I swerve it
Maybach with the curtains
I’m laid back in my Birkin
I met a bitch out in Florida, but she said she live in Georgia
I was Louis down when I saw her
Had another one right before her
Say my name put some respeck on it
I’m certified, put a check on it
I come to your strip just to flex on it
Saint Laurent when I step on it
You and your friend, y’all are both mine
I got white bitches doing coke lines
Ten chains, you would go blind
Switching lanes, I got no time

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Hit ATL, they think T.I.P there, Hit MIA, they think Rick there
20K for the wristwear, do the Yeezys then I switch pairs
Like woah, I do the dance on em
I fuck her then I put my mans on her
Strip club, throwin’ bands on her
I throw that money just to stand on it
Wait, fuck all the hype
She coming to fuck then I’m boarding to flight
Ain’t no difference all these hoes is alike
Pour a four in a Sprite then I call it a night
Wait, big kilo make my neck hurt
I got a rottweiler on my sweatshirt
I don’t even got a text first
She gon’ dive in the bed headfirst
They rush the door when we coming out it
I be drunk as fuck, I just stumble out it
Looking like a couple hundred thousand
I ain’t never ever have no love for cowards
Niggas know me and the bitches on me
Doing autographs, just titties only
VIP, my hitters only
Bring that ass here and come sit it on me

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

Issues – Life Of A Nine (Issues Album) letras

[Verse 1: Michael Bohn]
Heart broken, throat is swollen
Street walking, loss of hope
Fresh wounds, old scars you’ve chosen
Thirsty for a taste of youth

[Verse 2: Tyler Carter]
She’s a motherfuckin’ five living the life of a nine
And thinking that she’s a bad bitch, chick is a savage
Eatin’ the bullshit of every player that’s grabbing
I guess if you’re in love with the streets
Then you’ll die in the sheets
With the coke on your chest and his lips on your cheek

[Chorus: Tyler Carter]
Play it up for me, cause no one here can see
All of your schemes so it’s more like a dream
Whoa, ooh la la la
You can be all that you see when you lie to your mirror

(It’s not the way to do it)

[Verse 3: Michael Bohn]
Can you hear the sound of your heartbeat bumpin’ so loud
In his car when you’re hitting the town, getting around
Sounds so empty, but you pop another pill so you won’t feel guilty
You know the routine, cause when you get lit
Every guy is the man of your dreams
It’s so surreal when VIP’s on her knees

[Verse 4: Tyler Carter]
She’s a motherfuckin’ five, living the life of a nine
And caught up in the traffic of midnight madness
If only there was a way to let go of the passion
For her stiletto complex, in her trap-house fashion
Wanna get in the game, what is your name, wanna have fame
But in retrospect you’re just like your mother
You’ll never win, you’ll never change

[Chorus]
Play it up for me, cause no one here can see
All of your schemes so it’s more like a dream
Whoa, ooh la la la
You can be all that you see when you lie to your mirror

[Outro: Michael Bohn & Tyler Carter] x2
Pretend that you live for this moment

Correy C – Far I Came (Salutations Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Oh yeah
I done made my name
Look how far I came
Oh yeah
I had to maintain
Look how far I came
Baby this shit was driving me insane
Oh yeah
Had to make a change
A lot of people started acting strange
Shit’ll never be the same, but look how far I came

[Verse 1]
Oh man, remember back then? Damn I came from a long way
People always dream about this shit, nigga I was really dreaming ’bout it all day
Like, how the fuck I’ma get money?
How the fuck I’ma get rich?
How I’ma get out these streets?
No baseball, I ain’t never done a pitch, but
Baby I’m up in the field
My niggas running with me just like some wheels
Just like an automobile, the streets getting hot like a George Foremen Grill
But I’m ready for it, taking in the pain like I just absorbed it
Niggas turned to snakes like the metamorphic, but I’d never give up
I’ll never forfeit
No, no, no, no
I came way to far to give up right now
I’m hyping the crowd, people be telling wow
Remember when I was back in the day stealing
Remember when I was drug dealing?
Remember my life was mess now people tell me that their impressed just cause they see me chasing after success
Now people tell me “salute,” now people say I’m the truth
Now all these bitches be [?], they want to blow like soup
[Hook]
Oh yeah
I done made my name
Look how far I came
Oh yeah
I had to maintain
Look how far I came
Baby this shit was driving me insane
Oh yeah
Had to make a change
A lot of people started acting strange
Shit’ll never be the same, but look how far I came

[Verse 2]
I’ll tell you how it started off, I came a long way
From the back of Crenshaw, I was posted in the [?]
We was up in [?] Park, it was me and Fresco
We was getting them packs off, breaking down the tree
Like we had a chainsaw, I was with my brother
He was getting the glass off
Run up in your crib, mask on, mask off
Never will I quiet, but I’m ducking from the law
I been through so much, she don’t know the half of it
I did nothing, but growing up when I ain’t have nothing
Now we chilling VIP
Now they want to be like me
Now they want to speed like
Won’t drink like me, smoke tree like me
None of this shit came easy, please baby girl you gotta believe me
All of my people they need me, can’t wait for mama to see me on TV
We came up the wrong way, but we came a long way
Now people be knowing my name
Look how far I came

[Hook]
Oh yeah
I done made my name
Look how far I came
Oh yeah
I had to maintain
Look how far I came
Baby this shit was driving me insane
Oh yeah
Had to make a change
A lot of people started acting strange
Shit’ll never be the same, but look how far I came

Kehlani – CRZY lyrics

[Intro]
Crazy
I go, I go, I go

[Verse 1]
Everything I do, I do it with a passion
If I gotta be a bitch, I’ma be a bad one
I’m AI with the designs, du-ragging
Bounce back game good, why we talkin’ practice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up score when I want to
Best thing next to Heaven
They be tryna count me out though
I’m just countin’, countin’ blessins
A real woman ’bout her paper
Niggas don’t know where I came from
Why I really really came up
You never could say I’m back in
All this shit I’ve been through and it made me more of an assassin
I kill ’em, I kill ’em, I kill ’em with compassion
And baby if they askin’
[Hook]
Tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy
I go, I go, I go, I go crazy, crazy
Live for the challenge, only make me stronger
One more reason to turn up on ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go crazy, crazy

[Verse 2]
Lit, lit, lit, lit
Only L I take is to the face
You showed up to see me lose
But I overcome so you overcame
Basic, basic
Ain’t nothin’ bout me basic
I’m crazy, I’m crazy
Better watch what you say to me cuh
Young Sway got the answers
Give ’em hell, give ’em pressure
VIP couch, no manners
Dirty-dirty-dirty dancin’
Take a look at what I did
Go for circle with the wrist
Whippin’-whippin’ up the grits
Get a hand full of this nicely
I got it, I got it, I got it
And you gon’ respect it
Ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’, gon’ stop me from makin’ it happen
So baby if they askin’

[Hook]
Tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy
Live for the challenge, only make me stronger
One more reason to turn up on ’em
I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy

(I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy)
(I go, I go, I go, I go, crazy, crazy…)