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"Big Pimpin'"

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, uh uh uh

It's big pimpin baby..

It's big pimpin, spendin G's

Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em

Cause I don't fuckin need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good

But I don't fuckin feed em

First time they fuss I'm breezin

Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"

I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch

Better trust than believe em

In the cut where I keep em

til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts

Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up

Let em play with the dick in the truck

Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs

Divorce him and split his bucks

Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread

so you can be livin it up? Shit I..

parts with nothin, y'all be frontin

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin, never happen

I'll be forever mackin

Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion

I got no patience

And I hate waitin..

Hoe get yo' ass in

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

[Chorus One: Jay-Z]

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G's

Check em out now

Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G's

We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

[Bun B]

Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario

Comin straight up out the black bar-rio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe

Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh

Oops, my bad, that's my scenario

No I can't fuck a scary hoe

Now every time, every place, everywhere we go

Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"

Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit

We don't pull it out over little shit

And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit

Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab

Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me

and you see us comin down on yo' slab

Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it

But nigga if you hatin I

then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it

You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on

Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track

Timbaland let me spit my pro's on

Pump it up in the pro-zone

That's the track that we breakin these hoes on

Ain't the track that we flow's on

But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone

We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man

Fo' real it don't get no bigger man

Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip

Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

[Chorus Two: Bun B]

We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's

We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G's

And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga

[Pimp C]

Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup

All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall

If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all

If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes

Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me

Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys

Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

[Chorus Two]

"Quintessential"

(feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]

My paint wet, my bitch bad

Straight mastermind, yo' rich ass

My cup full, full of that pink shit

So shut your fuckin' mouth, fuck all that weak shit

This MMG shit, MMG shit

She fuck my whole squad, she MMG bitch

Just got that G-Wagon, I'm just so innovative

We came for the money bags, so fuck your invitations

This calls for a celebration, Bel-Air celebration

60 hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases

Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st

I took it to my mama, "here go get what you deserve"

Mob ties, Genovese

Money trains, centerpiece

We started at the bottom, until I got a bird

I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard

Haan, haan, haan

[Hook - Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross:]

My whole life been based on that pimp shit

Haan

No movie, just money, real pimp shit

Haan

More cities, more bitches, real slick shit

Haan

My Maybach it matches my outfit

That pimp shit

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg:]

Keeping my tool, this shit so cool

Rule number one, ain't no rule

Swallow my lines, follow my grind

Rich white bitch with a bottle of whine

Word to the wise, word to mine

Bird a fly, certified, murder eye, dirty die

Never had black but she heard of my

D O Dub, I done it all, 20 years I bang a ball

91 I had a Lexus nigga

Ate seafood for breakfast nigga

Caught a few cases in Texas nigga

Do kushups 'til my chest get bigger

I press a nigga 'til I get it all

Real shit bitch I really do ball

I am the west to y'all

Taught y'all how to invest in ball

Best of all, took it on a chest for y'all

That's why I get more than the rest of y'all

It's bad enough I entertain

Add it up, gangbang

Gat 'em up, slang cane

Bag it up, same thang

[Hook]

[Outro - Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross:]

Titty one, titty two

Haan

See these are essentials, essentially speaking quintessentials

Haan
I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs

I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs

My paint wet, my feet chrome

Fuck boys hey, but they sing along

The real niggas admire

Success makes you inspire

Nigga came from the jets, I just hired a pilot

Bitches feeding me fruit

............................

"Movin' Bass"

(feat. Jay-Z)

[Intro:]

Ross is a real boss, cause real bosses don't go to jail feel what I'm saying?

So that's what I want y'all to know, you know what I mean?

As far as like his thinking patterns you know what I mean?

You know I admire y'all

The way y'all think you know what I'm saying?

And I also admire that I was apart of that foundation from day one

You know y'all was the good homies

Y'all took the baton and ran with it

The thing is that I was working towards was

The empire is what I was working towards

And y'all took the baton and ran with it so its nothing but love man

Anything y'all need me to do from behind these walls, I'mma do it

You know what I'm saying, without no question

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross:]

The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy

Is the fat boy, skinny ties

Don't empty mine nigga

Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I'm authentic

Gettin' long money, short winded

Lets go and get it nigga

Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase

Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves

Twenty chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base

Gave a job to the children you scared to raise

Chain swangin', name rangin'

Shots fired, same nigga

We movin' weight I'm at a different pace

I'm out in Haïti with my lady screamin' "n'ap boule"

I'm hard to kill, Dade county, Versace Neil

Fourteen for that tattoo worth that dollar bill

Only one man got the combination to the safe

Grammy nominated once, but I’m still moving base

[Hook - Jay Z:]

See them plaques on a nigga wall

We still movin' bass

Got them records jumpin' off the store

We still movin' bass

Copper tried to knock us off

We still movin' bass

Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door

And we still movin' bass

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]

Fallin' from the sky, the money bad the bigger

Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner

Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet

New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week

Taz Angels just wanna chill, jewelers just wanna meet

Weed man expnsive, three trips a week

Misses just wanna freak, feds stay up the street

Know they tellin' us close so we leak what we wanna leak

New mob, suit sharp, my suit Farrahkhan

In the house of the lord, my niggas bearin' arms

His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for

I'm movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low

Put the pistol to your mouth now show me to the safe

Grammy nominated once, but I'm still movin' bass

[Hook - Jay Z]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]

You see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot

See me cousin off to college, I see that it costs a lot

Tallons fillin' the jammy, Miami still in my heart

Niggas playin' the corner, guess their playin' their part

Early coppin' the coupes, ladies stay on our feet

Your brother went to duplex

Smell the dope from across the street

Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you sweet

Arabs sellin' grenades by the box, you'll get it cheap

Schoolin' the little niggas, kilos all in the campus

A passport is necessary visa with all the rubbers

I beef with all of the red cappers

Head to the shop for some tobacco (blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!)

BR-80 just a plus don't mention the dust

R-O-C double M kill anything we touch

[Hook - Jay Z

.........................................

"Trap Trap Trap"

(feat. Young Thug & Wale)

[Rick Ross:]

[Beep]

[Beep]

I'm sittin' at the red light

[Beep]

My ankle monitor beepin'

Hadn't been charged

I think I see the beeper

[Beep]

Bounce
I took my roof off at the red light

I took my roof off at the red light

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash

Brown bag legend when it's all cash

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

First one on the block, woah

I need mine off the top, uh

Over town, he got shot

Muddy died in Opa-locka

Couldn't save one lung

Hit 'em up, hmm, hmm

See the look on my face (woo!)

Like Carol City one state

Niggas hate on my sound

'Til I went the first round

Then I earnt the Lombardi

Ain't no fuckboys allowed

Only fuck if she exclusive

Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie

To tell the truth I didn't ask

When it come to bitches I'm Gucci

I'm the wrong one to rob

In the jungle I'm Nas

In the label I'm Russ

In the trap I'm Rick Ross

Double M, Goldman Sachs

Just like Omar and Khloe

You can't dial for the packs

I sent you right back loaded

[Rick Ross (Young Thug):]

I took my roof off at the red light

(I took my roof off at the red light)

I took my roof off at the red light

(Roof off at the red light)

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

(Trap, trap)

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

(Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh)

Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash

Brown bag legend when it's all cash

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Young Thug:]

I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap

Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap

Man I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit)

Nigga watch your babies in the trap

Nigga cook a whole base in the trap

Young nigga slave in the trap

Nigga run base, base in the trap

I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah

Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah

Wrist in the water, I need me a boat

I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah

Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy

Let's make a movie, movie, yeah

Movie, movie, movie

Bitch I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah

So many different meds on me

Fuck around, call the fed on me

Chk, boom boom boom your head, homie

Draco got a lot of lead on it

You dead

[Rick Ross:]

I took my roof off at the red light

I took my roof off at the red light

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash

Brown bag legend when it's all cash

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

[Wale:]

Wale though

I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas

Goyard backpack nigga

Uber crates 'til the feds pull up

Woo woo, cataracts, nigga

I'm the type, holla at the wife

Her body yours, but her soul is mine

Adios, do a hundred 20

All she want is good dick and advice

Wraith, scrappin' my tires

Jameson 'til I'm fried

Famous here but I'm humble

Double M the Empire

Renzel got me all day

Kyrie, he LeBron James

Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top SportsCenter every day

I ain't nothin' like them trap guys

I mean I kinda do bag dimes

I kinda never do back down

Leave a nigga high via rap lines

Get a beat, leave it baptized

Mob ties, but it's black lives

Black lives, nigga, trap lives

Gimme five on the black side

[Rick Ross (Young Thug):]

I took my roof off at the red light

(I took my roof off at the red light)

I took my roof off at the red light

(Roof off at the red light)

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

(Trap, trap)

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

(Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh)

Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash

Brown bag legend when it's all cash

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap

.............................................................

"Idols Become Rivals"

(feat. Chris Rock)

[Chris Rock:]

Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin' this Belaire
Rose. That's how we do it. That's all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know
about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop. You can't handle this,
nigga. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just
take notes

[Rick Ross:]

I used to see niggas on TV, man

I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?"

If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'?

Maybach Music

Black Metaphor

I grew up on that Cash Money

Bling bling, was well known to flash money

Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority

Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty

Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me

We veterans so it's better if you go get your army

A thug holiday is where your body lay

Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place

So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation

It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations

Cigars in the oval office, Ronald Reagan

Heard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikum

Live for the moment, die for the streets

Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat

I used to see you niggas on my TV screen

And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?

And then I met you out on LiveNation dates

Came to the realization that your watch was fake

Damn... you nearly broke my heart

I really thought you niggas really owned them cars

I used to look up to you, nigga, uh

Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin

I'm a bring my niggas with me if I lose or win

Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along

This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on

Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue

Still blowin' thick smoke while you powder your nose

Such a head rush until the day the feds rush

That's when you niggas wish you put your bread up

Leased whips, bad blood, that shit'll sink ships

Fast money comin' slow, you better think quick

Rap game, so much fuck shit done

That's why this.45 in my Trukfit trunks

Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy

Catholic record labels, niggas gettin' raped, boy

Birdman's a priest, moans in his synagogue

Publishin' is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord

Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle

Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?

Look you in your eyes, nigga, 'fore I say good night

And pray that Mannie Fresh'll get to see the light

Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga

Hate it came to this

Maybach Music

You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure

Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison

I handed over records, never charged a coin

But could sense the sentiment, I'm talkin' all along

All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him

Same way Big Ducky do for me in California

Never slippin', got relationships with the trillest niggas

Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy Henchmen

Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it

Tyga, chinchilla, really ain't no penny pinchin'

Knew that you would never visit BG

Turk came home, take that boy a three piece

Shootin' dope, usin' coke, movin' like you the Folks

Sacrificin' half our life for your new music cult

You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive

But was in our pockets by the time we count to five

I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne

His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain

I watched this whole debacle so I'm part to blame

Last request, can all producers please get paid?

Can't believe this shit, homie

I still love you, nigga

How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga

And your team starvin', nigga

You on an island, nigga

You came to my city, nigga

I let you in my city, nigga

And what hurt me the most, nigga

Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga

Khaled was loyal to you, nigga

The pain I seen in my brother's eye, nigga

FaceTimin' my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga

That's why my nigga blessed

That's why my nigga Khaled blessed

You put my nigga in the hole, homie

I don't feel you for that, my nigga

That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh

It's painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper

When they get the bag

You can't never forget 'bout lil bruh and them

I'll never forget 'bout lil bruh and them

Lil bruh and them, always remember

Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them

Stunna

................................................................................

"On The Regular"

Sell a lot of dope

Dodge a lot of cases

Stickin' to the basics

Rock a lot of chains

Do a lot of things

Bottles by the cases

Stickin' to the basics

Do it on the regular

Fuckin' on the regular

Drippin' on the regular

Trippin' on the regular

Count it on the regular

Sippin' on the regular

Never smokin' regular

Nigga we ain't regular

I'm out LA for a week, I'm out here playin' for keeps, yea yea

I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea yea

I'm out here lookin' like Meech

Flooded the Patek Philippe, yea yea

Boogers all up in the piece

We got the key to the streets, oh Lord

Remember they said I was done done

Fuck that they ain't know I'm the one one

We get your chain and it's one one

I tell my nigga I want one

I tell my nigga to get it back

He in the field 'bout to punt somethin'

I hit your main and your side piece

That's on the low but I'm on one

Wait, wait, wait

Switch sides, niggas switch side

We ain't never got to dick ride

More tickets than a fish fry

And the chopper had the big guy

Little nigga I'm the boss now

Came back on them game 7

Trap niggas got the ball now

Sell a lot of dope

Dodge a lot of cases

Stickin' to the basics

Rock a lot of chains

Do a lot of things
Bottles by the cases

Stickin' to the basics

Do it on the regular

Fuckin' on the regular

Drippin' on the regular

Trippin' on the regular

Count it on the regular

Sippin' on the regular

Never smokin' regular

Nigga we ain't regular

Woah, woah, woah

Regular, regular, regular

I do not see no competitors

Hatin' cause we got ahead of them

I'm getting money etcetera

Bad bitches all on my schedule

Felony, felony, felony

I catch a case and it's federal

Bikes out summer time aye

Mikes on number nine, yeah

Bad bitch, hella fine, woah

She don't fuck, never mind, no

I'm a get at her another time

I'm a go scoop me a yellow dime

She go both ways like the yellow line

I'm fuckin' her friends she fuckin' mine, oh shit

Still trippin' ain't no love for the other side

Rap beef turn to homicides

When we land on them and them hollows fly

Had a bag but you broke nigga

You ain't fuckin' with me bottom line

Out of sight nigga out of mind

And my Patek runnin' out of time

Sell a lot of dope

Dodge a lot of cases

Stickin' to the basics

Rock a lot of chains

Do a lot of things

Bottles by the cases

Stickin' to the basics

Do it on the regular

Fuckin' on the regular

Drippin' on the regular

Trippin' on the regular

Count it on the regular

Sippin' on the regular

Never smokin' regular

Nigga we ain't regular

........................................

Litty - Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Woo!

I'm on my way to an island and I'm popping shit at the pilot (fly shit only)

Niggas be broke and be starving but still talking shit like they violent (niggas is broke!)

They said that they honest, talk money, these niggas gon' say that they got it (huh?)

Gettin' out with the key to success and these niggas gon' blame it on Khaled

They don't want to see you win (they don't!)

They don't want to see the Wraith (no!)

You don't want to see your bitch caught up in the stars like she outer space

Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion, and I'm running out of space

Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth, I'm sending somethin' 'round his way

Niggas barely getting lawyer money

Better get some Sig Sauer money

Running 'round like you Superman, don't be selfish, get your mom insurance money (ha!)

Woo, 'cause I'm the one to put it on your money

I'm the one that make it happen it to you niggas, would you fuck around and do it for me?

[Hook: Tory Lanez]

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it litty again

All of my parties is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]

Feature money out the safe, went and brought a Wraith, brought it down Collins

Niggas talking like they want it, when we in the city, they don't want problems

Niggas said they gon' rob us

But nigga, we coming from welfare

I shoot a bullet when I pull it, how you catch a bullet like a NFL player?

Should've known it was litty when bitches start lying on my dick

Lie on that pussy like I hit

Can't even be a side, side bitch

I'm in 9s, 10s, and you ain't even looking like you a 5

Broke bitches trying to do it for Twitter, when they used to do it for Vine, whoa!

I'm the man of the hour

I'm the nigga with the airtime

Rolls Royce Wraith, put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline

Niggas talking 'bout my hair line

I laugh about it, I be feelin' them

See, we both be making M's: they be making memes, I be making millions

I just counted up a Quentin Miller

A "QM," that's a quarter milli

They don't wanna see Jae drop "6," fly private when he go to Philly

Funny money, yeah I know it's silly, but your hoe feel me

When I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it

I promise she gon' know it's litty, motherfucker, yeah

[Hook: Tory Lanez]

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it litty again

All of my parties is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

All of my niggas is way up, these niggas is haters, I know that they haters (suckers)

I score your bitch like a layup (score)

I make a mil' like a layup (sore)

I pop a pill just to stay up (woo)

I sip the lean just to slow it up (slow it up)

I'm with my team, and we goin' up (goin' up)

All of these foreigns, they know it's us

Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, like the cocoa when we mix the soda up

Perfect timing and we're blowing up

Fuck it, I'ma light the Rollie up

Shawty fucking for Chanel!

I ain't tripping, that's a coconut

Push the 'Rari 'till the motor bust

Stack the paper, fill the sofa up

Lay on that paper, I am not slacking, I stay on that paper

I feel like it's a restraining order on that money, 'cause y'all stay away from that paper

I know some niggas that used to be balling, but know they all feeling a way 'bout this paper

I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred, they thought I was making this
paper!

Fuckin' it good, I be raping this paper

Shit, I might as well get married to money

I marry Nicki, still married to money

She rich as Mariah, I carry the money

And fuck a deposit, I bury the money (Bury them M's)

I bag the money, it hang out my pocket, embarrassing money

I act like I ain't used to having this money, oh!

[Hook: Tory Lanez]

Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again

Fly out the piff and the tropic, it litty again

All of my parties is poppin', you know that we litty again

All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again

They don't want to see the squad

They don't want to see the Wraith

They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars like she going outer space

Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again

Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again

..................................................................

Migos - Black Bottles lyrics

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Black bottles and the gold chains

Want the half or the whole thing?

You goin' hard or you're goin' home?

You goin' gold or you ridin' chrome?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Pussy niggas wanna see you dead

Cause them pussy niggas never see the bread

Black bottles and the gold chains

Ho swallowin' my whole name (Rozay)

I got some niggas that'll slide for me

In other words, niggas there to die for me

Left hand for the styrofoam

My right hand keep this Calico

I gave my shawty a student loan

That bitch's mouth made the honor roll

It's a cold world, meanin' no love

Down to do work, nigga, no gloves

Just got me 2 birds from ol' boy

I always look out for ol' boy

Belaire, my refrigerator

I ate your bitch out on the dinner table

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Migos! Walkin' out the bando with a 4-5

My mama told me get money and stay alive

I can't make the deal, I think he wearing a wire

Pitch a hard ball and they hit it, call 'em Mark McGwire

I'm meeting up with Pele Migo, that's my [?]

He ain't ever have a private jet, would work on runways?

My wrist cook the magic, Quavo Hardaway

3,000 birds in the air, I call it Andre

I was nothin', turned into somethin', these bitches want me

I came from the bando, lot of bags, but no groceries

Pull up in the foreign, lift the trunk where the motor be

Bottles in that VIP, bring out the camera, Spike Lee

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]

[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/migos/-/black-bottles.html]

32 bricks of gold, Karl Malone

Lookin' at my Breitling, it got VS-1 stones

Lately lot of you niggas been rockin' rhinestones

Talkin' 'bout you on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home alone

Takin' a trip to go pick up that pack and we pull up in Bentleys

Walkin' around with that sack, no 6, nigga walking with a 50

It's Migo gang, QC the label, fuck niggas better get with it

After my show, I'm on top of your ho, nigga autographin' bitches titties

Travelin' around the globe, I was told not to sell my soul

For the price of fame and never fold

Had to jump behind the internet

A nigga takin' chains, Debo

24k on my tongue

My Maison Margiela's, they rose gold

Trappin' and I've been trappin' around, see the snow

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 4: Offset]

Drug deala, gotta keep the 9 milla

You scary just like "Thriller", thinkin' about buyin' a buildin'

Finessin' the plug for the work

I toss him over, no dribble

Sippin' Rose after the day I had a court date

Tried to fuck lil mama, I don't really like no foreplay

Talkin' all that shit, I'll put a price all on your toupee

I hit him in the mouth, he thought he had a damn toothache

Both of you niggas are too fake

They watchin' a nigga like Blu-Ray

You talkin' 'bout that blow but you can't be from in the kitchen

Whippin' up Alicia Keys

You say that you got the big money

But really your money is sesame seeds

I got this bitch named Valerie, she [?] me bricks from Sicily

My neck is flooded and my double cup is mudded

The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I made a million

[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Black bottles and the gold chains

Wearin' gold from the cocaine

Boil kilo in the crockpot

'Nother drug dealer on the car lot

...........................................................

Cocoo - Migos
[Hook: Quavo]

When I take drugs I go to the moon (yea, moon)

Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes (2000 thou', shoes)

Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yea, with two)

By myself at the top like cocoon (aye, like cocoon)

When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon (skk, skrt, cocoon)

Designer gifts red bottoms baboon (bottoms, aye, baboon)

We the wave, we the wave, typhoon (wave, aye, typhoon)

Take her out of the hills to fuck with some goons (aye, out some goons)

Now she breaking pounds in my room (pounds)

[Verse 1: Quavo]

(Quavo, huh)

I put the fours on 'em (fours)

Came from juggin' with bowl, Homes (bowls)

Now look all this rose gold, gold yellow gold, gold, gold on me (shine)

Yeah mob ties frog eyes (yea)

What a time to be alive (yea)

No neighbors (no)

House on the hill with the acres (uh)

Don't date her (no)

Running through the squad slave her (running through)

I'm the mayor (mayor)

President Huncho a player (player)

Twin chopper Sonic and Tails (twin chop')

Twin chopper Sonic and Tails (twin chop')

Niggas love when the birds sing (brrr)

White cocaine Pinky and the Brain (Pinky and the Brain)

Love when the box hit the mail (boom)

I love when the player wanna bail (bail)

I hate when a nigga want problems (problems)

But I love to give a nigga shells

God protect me from the evil (God)

Take the squad out to Cheetah's (squad)

Streets crawling like beetles (streets)

But the Stanley Steamer keep me cleaner (Steamer)

You got it out the mud I got it out the oil

You heard the cash prince niggas on Forbes (aye)

I'm the plug, extension cord (plug)

Got your favorite model on drugs If you ain't know it (uh, aye)

[Hook: Quavo]

When I take drugs I go to the moon (yea, moon)

Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes (2000 thou', shoes)

Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yea, with two)

By myself at the top like cocoon (aye, like cocoon)

When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon (skk, skrt, cocoon)

Designer gifts red bottoms baboon (bottoms, aye, baboon)

We the wave we the wave typhoon (wave, aye, typhoon)

Take her out of the hills to fuck with some goons (aye, out of here)

Now she breaking pounds in my room (pounds)

[Verse 2: Offset]

Ay, I ain't tryna save 'em (no)

Momma said don't let 'em know where you lay at (momma)
Old bitches back in the day use to play bad (bad)

I'ma pull up flexing in the Maybach (flex)

Northside nigga but we bought the A back (Nawf)

I'mma beat her mouth up and make her face fat (uigh)

Hit it from the back back baby throw it back (uh)

Have a heart attack, can you handle that? (go)

Maison Margiela dabbin' on everybody (dab)

I'm on the codeine moving like a dead body (codeine)

Bad bitch went to college but she real thotty (thotty)

That's the reason I can't even trust nobody (no)

Celine and Supreme, I'm the dab daddy (Supreme)

She coming home with me when she mad at ya' (mad)

Sucking on me buckling my knees throw a bag at ya'

Molly feel like Hercules when a nigga jab at ya'

Hold on wait, hopping in the Wraith

Stars in the ceiling like I'm livin in outta space

Maneuver like a boss we don't ever leave a trace

Dirty Diana the chopper keep a nigga safe (rrah)

Fucking on model bitches big booty little waist (waist)

I'm putting the money over these bitches any day (day)

This for the people that taking drugs everyday (yup)

Fuck what they say let the pain go away (aye)

[Hook: Quavo]

When I take drugs I go to the moon (yea, moon)

Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes (2000 thou', shoes)

Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yea, with two)

By myself at the top like cocoon (aye, like cocoon)

When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon (skk, skrt, cocoon)

Designer gifts red bottoms baboon (bottoms, aye, baboon)

We the wave, we the wave, typhoon (wave, aye, typhoon)

Take her out of the hills to fuck with some goons (aye, out some goons)

Now she breaking pounds in my room (pounds)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]

Cookies, codeine and mushrooms (shrooms)

Sweep a nigga like I was a broom (sweep)

I be going up like a balloon

Chop a nigga with the bamboo in Cancun (graow)

20 bitches runnin' 'round nude (twenty)

Don't fuck em by the one, I'm fuckin' em by the two (naw)

I got water drippin' out my jewels (water)

If it ain't Actavis nigga it ain't approved (Act')

Migo the gang we will never lose (eh eh)

So many bitches might catch me on Shade room

Got a pitbull thinking 'bout copping a baboon (aye)

Free all my niggas like a movie they coming soon

When I'm in the coupe I feel like I'm in a cocoon (coupe)

Ten bitches ready up at the boom-boom room (boom boom)

Acting the John but I ain't Tune (aye)

Takeoff!

[Hook: Quavo]

When I take drugs I go to the moon (yea, moon)

Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes (2000 thou', shoes)

Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yea, two)
By myself at the top like cocoon (aye, like cocoon)

When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon (skk, skrt, cocoon)

Designer gifts red bottoms baboon (bottoms, aye, baboon)

We the wave, we the wave, typhoon (wave, aye, typhoon)

Take her out of the hills to fuck with some goons (aye, out some goons)

Now she breaking pounds in my room (pounds)

......................................................................

"I Got The Keys"

(feat. Future & Jay Z)

[Intro:]

[DJ Khaled:] We The Best music!

[Jay Z:] Oh, this what we doin' here

[DJ Khaled:] Another one!!!

[Jay Z:] I'ma have to put my jewelry on for this one

[Future:] Wraith talk, Wraith talk, oh, we talkin' that Wraith talk

Safe talk, safe talk, here we go talkin' that safe talk

[DJ Khaled:] Major key alert!

[Jay Z:] Oh, we good now

[Future:] Major bag alert

[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled!

[Hook - Future:]

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth

I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

[Verse 1 - Jay Z:]

Niggas always asking me the key

'Til you own your own you can't be free

'Til you're on your own you can't be me

How we still slaves in 2016?

Key to life, keep a bag comin'

Every night another bag comin'

I ain't been asleep since '96

I ain't seen the back of my eyelids

I been speedin' through life with no safety belt

One on one with the corner, with no safety help

I perform like Josh Norman, I ain't normal, nigga

Just a project nigga out in Beverly Hills, California, nigga

That Wraith talk, that's foreign, nigga

Special cloth talk here

All my niggas from the mud damn near

All my niggas millionares

We gon' take it there, I swear

You gon' think a nigga's psychic

You ain't seen nothin' like this

I should probably copyright this

I promise they ain't gonna like this

[Hook - Future:]

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth

I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

Radar, radar on, these niggas ain't even on my radar

Radar, radar on, on, you ain't on my radar

Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin' on my radar

No, no, you bitches ain't, bitches ain't even on my radar

[Verse 2 - Jay Z:]

I got a bag for lawyers, like, "Fuck your charges!"

Hop out the courtroom, like, "What charges?"

Big pimpin' on your court steps

Case y'all ain't notice, I ain't lost yet

Y'all know it's one to one

Soon as you hear that uh, uh, uh

Y'all know the difference right

From rap facts and fiction, right?

Real life I'm like HOV

Real life I'm life goals

In real life they're like me?

In real life I'm like, "No."

My swag different, that bag different

My wife Beyoncé, I brag different

My baby Blue, I dream in color

That's too much flavor, I don't rap to suckas (Ha!)

God bless you all, I only talk special talk

I only talk special cloth

Said I only talk special, ah!

[Hook - Future:]

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth

I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

Radar, radar on, these niggas ain't even on my radar

Radar, radar on, on, you ain't on my radar

Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin' on my radar

No, no, you bitches ain't, bitches ain't even on my radar

[Interlude:]

[DJ Khaled:] I got the keys

[Future:] I got the keys, keys, keys

[DJ Khaled:] I got the keys to all success!

[Future:] I got the keys, keys, keys

[DJ Khaled:] We the best!

[Future:] I got the keys, keys, keys

[DJ Khaled:] Roc Nation! Freebandz!

[Hook - Future:]

Secure the bag alert

Alert, alert, alert, alert, alert, alert

Alert, alert, alert, alert, we got 'em alert

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth

I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips

I got them keys, keys, keys

I got them keys, keys, keys

......................................

[Intro: Blades of Glory sample]

“We're going to skate to one song, one song only”

Ball so hard mothafuckas wanna fine me

[Verse 1: Jay Z]

So I ball so hard mothafuckas wanna fine me

First niggas gotta find me

What's 50 grand to a mothafucker like me?

Can you please remind me?

(Ball so hard) This shit crazy

Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me

The Nets could go 0 for 82

And I'd look at you like this shit gravy

(Ball so hard) This shit weird

We ain't even 'posed to be here

(Ball so hard) Since we here it's only right that we'd be fair

Psycho: I'm liable to go Michael, take your pick

Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6

(Ball so hard) Got a broken clock, Rollies that don't tick tock

Audemars that's losing time

Hidden behind all these big rocks

(Ball so hard) I'm shocked too

I'm supposed to be locked up too

If you escaped what I've escaped

You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too

(Ball so hard) Let’s get faded

Le Meurice for like six days

Gold bottles, scold models, spillin’ Ace on my sick J’s

(Ball so hard) Bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'Ye

Chi town's D. Rose, I’m moving the Nets to BK

[Hook: Jay Z and (Kanye)]

Ball so hard mothafuckas want to fine me

(That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray)

Ball so hard mothafuckas want to fine me

(That shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray)

[Verse 2: Kanye and (Jay Z)]

She said, "'Ye, can we get married at the mall?"

I said, "Look, you need to crawl 'fore you ball

Come and meet me in the bathroom stall

And show me why you deserve to have it all."

(Ball so hard) That shit cray, ain’t it Jay?

(Ball so hard)

What she order, fish fillet?

(Ball so hard)

"Your whip so cold" – this old thing?

(Ball so hard)

Act like you’ll ever be around mothafuckas like this again

Bougie girl, grab my hand

Fuck that bitch; she don’t wanna dance

Excuse my French, but I’m in France, ahah, I’m just sayin'

Prince Williams ain’t do it right if you ask me

‘Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley

What’s Gucci, my nigga? What’s Louis, my killa?

What’s drugs, my dealer? What’s that jacket, Margiela?

Doctors say I’m the illest

‘Cause I’m suffering from realness

Got my niggas in Paris and they going gorillas, huh

[Interlude]

“I don't even know what that means

(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)

No, it's not, it's gross (Gets the people going)”

[Hook: Jay Z]
Ball so hard mothafuckas want to fine me

Ball so hard mothafuckas want to fine me

[Outro: Kanye and (Jay Z)]

You are now watching the throne

Don't let me get in my zone

Don't let me get in my zone

Don't let me get in my zone

These other niggas is lyin'

Actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

(I got that hot bitch in my home)

You know how many hot bitches I own?

Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone

Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

I know I’m 'bout to kill it; how you know? I got that feeling

You are now watching the throne, don't let me into my zone

Don't let me into my zone (I’m definitely in my zone)

(zone zone zone zone...)

...................................

"Mercy"

(with Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz)

Well, it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound

Believe! Believe!

[4x]

OK, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty

I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)

With your girl she tryna jerk me

[Big Sean:]

OK, drop it to the floor

Make that ass shake

Whoa make the ground move, that's an ass quake

Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state

Roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray

Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day?

I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day

Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay

And niggas still hatin', so much hate I need an AK

Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perrierin'

White girls politicking that's that Sarah Palin

Gettin' high, Californicatin'

I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in

[2x]

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)

I'm in that two-seat Lambo (swerve)

With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)

Believe! Believe! (swerve)

[Pusha T:]

Yeah, it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe

I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James hoe

I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman is pill poppin' ass hoe

I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins

All she want is some heel money

All she need is some bill money

He take his time, he counts it out

I weighs it up, that's real money

Check the neck, check the wrist

Them heads turnin', that's exorcist

My Audemars like Mardi Gras

That's Swiss time and that's excellence

Two door preference

Roof gone George Jefferson

That white frost on that pound cake

So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant

Lambo, Murcielago, she go wherever I go

Wherever we go we do it pronto

[2x]

Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)

I'm in that two-seat Lambo (swerve)

With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)

Believe! Believe! (swerve)

Well it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

In the dance hall, and who no have teeth will run upon them gums

Caw when time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound

The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left

Caw the amount of stripe we have upon our shoulder

[Kanye West:]

Let the suicide doors up

I threw suicides on the tour bus

I threw suicides on the private jet

You know what that mean, I'm fly to death

I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit

Tell 'em "Give me fifty million or I'mma quit"

Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level

Turn up the bass 'til it's up in your face level

Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid

Plus you're my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious

Something 'bout Mary she gone off that Molly

Now the whole party is melted like Dalí

Now everybody is movin' they body

Don't sell me apartment, I move in the lobby

Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important

You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

[2 Chainz:]

(2 Chainz)

Now catch up to my campaign

Coupe the color of mayonnaise

I'm drunk and high at the same time

Drinkin' champagne on the airplane

Spit rounds like the gun range

Beat it up like Rampage

100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band aid

Grade A, A1,

Chain the color of Akon

Black diamonds backpack rhyming

Co-signed by Louis Vuitton

Horse power, horse power

All this Polo on I got horse power

Pound of this cost 4 thousand

I make it rain, she want more showers

Rain pourin',

All my cars is foreign

All my broads is foreign,

Money tall like Jordan

[2x]
Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty (swerve)

I'm in that two-seat Lambo (swerve)

With your girl she tryna jerk me (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)

Believe! Believe! (swerve)

.................................................

"Swimming Pools (Drank)"

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

Now I done grew up 'round some people living their life in bottles

Granddaddy had the golden flask

Back stroke every day in Chicago

Some people like the way it feels

Some people wanna kill their sorrows

Some people wanna fit in with the popular

That was my problem

I was in a dark room

Loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon

That I'mma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup

I see the crowd mood

Changing by the minute and the record on repeat

Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me

Nigga why you babysittin' only 2 or 3 shots?

I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch

First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock

All the girls wanna play Baywatch

I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick

I am your conscience, if you do not hear me

Then you will be history, Kendrick

I know that you're nauseous right now

And I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick

If I take another one down

I'mma drown in some poison abusin' my limit

I think that I'm feelin' the vibe

I see the love in her eyes, I see the feelin'

The freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived

This how you capitalize

This is parental advice

Then apparently, I'm over-influenced by what you are doin'

I thought I was doin' the most 'til someone said to me

Nigga why you babysittin' only 2 or 3 shots?

I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch

First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock

All the girls wanna play Baywatch

I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

[Bridge:]

I ride, you ride, bang

One chopper, one hundred shots, bang

Hop out. Do you, bang

Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang

I ride, you ride, bang

One chopper, one hundred shots, bang

Hop out. Do you, bang

Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang

Nigga why you babysittin' only 2 or 3 shots?

I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch

First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock

All the girls wanna play Baywatch

I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it

Pour up (drank), head shot (drank)

Sit down (drank), stand up (drank)

Pass out (drank), wake up (drank)

Faded (drank), faded (drank)

....................................................

"Sorry"

(with Rick Ross)

[Chris Brown:]

She's just perfect in every kinda way

But I don't think I can handle her pain

So messed up and I'm too busy just running my game

Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake

I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex

I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit

[Chris Brown:]

Sorry, won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

[Rick Ross:]

We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist

Conversating, she lick every tattoo that's on my face

Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that's every day

Temporary separations, confessing my mistakes

She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt

Get new pussy, but she can't tell me that it's real first

A lot of lies, apologized, the thirst real

When she hit this thinking to herself, "Damn this verse real"

Rehab out in Vegas, I made this with Merc

Send the bottles to her table then made love on the jet

Temporary thrills, all these women you think I told you

My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs

I been a boss before I recorded Meek song

Mill and Cash on the gram, they trending meech home

In the D and my G he throwing that P stone

Every picture that you post we comment on each one

[Chris Brown:]

I'm just a typical ordinary nigga

But, I know that I can't change the rules

All this time I blamed you cause I know what I'm doing

Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined

I tried to change but I'm always out, fucking around in the club

Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up

My worst nightmare is riding my back, I wish I could wake up

I feel like shit, know I ain't shit but I'm

[Chris Brown:]

Sorry, won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

Life short and baby girl you deserve a winner

Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger

Hustle from my heart so every night I can deliver

Saying sorry, layin' up, or way up in your liver

Boss, the red bottom's got you walking funny

Get you an asian, she balling and all she talk is money

Take her shopping, baby boy ain't no salary caps

She get it popping so you better bring battery packs

Perfect time to relax

Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match

They all watch me cause the moves I make out here they budget

Diamond district, six figures on my shorty nugget

[Chris Brown:]
I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex

I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit

[Chris Brown:]

Sorry, won't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe it, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know

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"High Definition"

[Verse 1:]

I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing

Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin'

Big body Benzes while the bitch niggas starve

Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top

Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit

Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects

Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine

Fuckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD

Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition

Fuckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition

Niggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business

Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so fuck Expedition

On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full

And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull

These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks

I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick

[Hook:]

Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face

Better blow out your brains before you give me a case

Got the forty by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer

When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana

High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling

Fuck my whole feelings

Look here, it's time to make a killin

Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million

High definition bitches, my life a motion picture

[Verse 2:]

I could talk about the bitches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks

Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six

Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club

Sound of the propeller had my young bitch busting nuts

Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me

Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be

Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame

5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name

Road to the riches until I'm paid in full

And the Lord is my witness we making major moves

God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin

I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin

Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt

Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt

Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war

Rest in peace to the pussies, it's time to Scar some more

[Hook]

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"MMG Untouchable"

When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters

They standin' in line, they all suffer from vapors

I got me a ghost, I took off the tint

Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown ass man

I'm buying real estate and I'm buildin' my plans

Can't name a realer place, goin' gram for gram

And all the killas hate, know who the fuck I am

Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams

My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games

I'm talking trigga play never safe for lames

Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case

My lawyers goin hard, a nigga versus the state

Just bought another car, had to drop that top

For 200 dollars, she'll suck that cock

Cause when you seen with me I'm a up that stock

I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks

And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot

As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got

Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most

Greenhouse on the couch, nigga seeing me toast

Niggas makin' the threats, you could put 'em on Twitter

But out of respect I handle mine like a killer

I'm runnin' the city like a pair of new J's

Maybe the patent 11's, I got these hoes in a daze

Panamera parade, sippin Cir'c lemonade

Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt

In the back of the ghost, I can't hear no whispers

In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga

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"Triple Beam Dreams"

(feat. Nas)

[Intro]

Its time to take it to the other side

The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie

But we live this shit

I'm not a star

But thats a lie

I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify

Spoke on a homocide

Amongst other things

Even shared my triple beam dreams

[Nas]

A project minded individual criminal tactics

Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive

Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us

They liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors

I remember watching Scarface the first time

Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime

How could I sell this poison to peoples in my mind

They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise

In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying

Where I'm from, ain't far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan

A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit

A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it

It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage

I brought it back to poppy, ain't tryna take no losses

He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses

He gives me powder he has faith in Nases

Ambition's to distribute coke

Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes

But I'm again broke

This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers they up their orders

Barely at 62′s they already up they quotas

They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya

I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal

Picturin' piping out the seats of a Pathfinder

Powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds

My junior high school class, wish I stayed there

Illegal entreprenuer I got my grades there

Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair

I would be Ivy League if America played fair

Poor excuse and so I was

Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love

Evil the secret life of G's

You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters

Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators

20 flat screens they got cameras every angle

Dope been coming so you know the income major

Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers coming when I feel in danger

Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager

Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

[Rick Ross]

Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga

In a court room spraying like a germ nigga

25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes

Cooperation got them red necks dropping time

Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute

We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes

More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool

Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school

Fuck boy you caught up in my dream

Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine

I'm the Source, got the plug with the uncut

Jay-Z blue magic nigga, what! what!

Brand new S Class with a meal ticket

Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger

Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I'm gettin' high

Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys

Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga

‘Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga

Home invasions, ducktape

Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face

Fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts

Slow leaks, gotta air ‘em out

Kill ‘em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ball

Phantom drop head shit, I had to get ‘em all

Niggas hate but they know they never get involved

Food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a

Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality

I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary

6 figure family member, nigga forget about it

Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it

I got a plan nigga just believe in me

Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters

Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators

20 flat screens they got cameras every angle

Dope been coming so you know the income major

Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers coming when I feel in danger

Early nineties reminscing when I had a pager

Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

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"Money & Powder"

I bought a mansion in the Bahamas with the all red walls

Snatching lobster out the water, every butter for my dawgs

My bitches got ass if they don't we go and get it

Six wheel G wagon, let 'em wrap it with the ribbon

She can take a selfie in it for that head, the bird give it

Took me down for questionin' ain't said a word in it

First 48 I coulda had a role in it

Chopper make 'em say ungh, pussy boy no limit

I can make a bitch a star hashtag me a ex

If a pussy be the best, we let 'em know that's via text

Set tools on my body, head down to my legs

Cash rules everybody 'til they make it to the FED's

Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder

All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder

Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder

All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder

Dade County where we still get pussy niggas segregated

Ain't no need for picking sides cause ain't no peaceful demonstrations

It get's deeper by the dollar

I'm that dope boy, Harry Potter

Whippin' cain let me drive it cross the street for Cindy Crawford

Out in Deli I be booming, Robert Downey Jr

All these other niggas broke and trust is more than just a rumor

Brand new red Ferrari , Polo my new hobby

Still take a picture with you broke niggas in the lobby

Baking soda did the job

Welcome to the mob

Run up on your bus and get these pussy niggas robbed

My niggas call me slob

You can call me slime

And you better call me rich, look how I got the whips in line

Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder

All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder

Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder

All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder

Money and the power, money and the power

All my niggas grind for is that money and the power

Money and the power, money and the power

All my niggas hustle is for the money and the power

Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder

All my niggas pray for is a hunnid keys of powder

Hunnid keys of powder, hunnid keys of powder

All my niggas grind for is a hunnid keys of powder

Money and the power, money and the power

All my niggas trapping go for is the money and the power

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"Bill Gates"

Call me Bill Gates

I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me

Uh, ya heard me

I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when
you need me bitch

Ya heard me bitch

Bitch, ya heard me bitch!

Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas

Niggas is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever

Court dates and caskets I'm trine stay composed

Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul

Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil

At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels

Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall

I got a bitch who licking balls my back against the wall

All black photographs that speak a million words

One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds

Louis towels and the Gucci slides

Bill Gates still real when it's out of style

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and I'm about to build a benihana

Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight

They started waving flags when the ruckus came

Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats

Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices

All my people eat at the table when we say our grace

One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place

Twelve disciples, I got two shooters nigga ten bodies

Caught a few niggas living think that I ain't bout it

Thinkin shirts blood stained come with the drug game

Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains

Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble

Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you

Louis towels and the Gucci slippers

Bill gates still real and I keep it trilla

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and I'm about to build a benihana

Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight

They started waving flags when the ruckus came

Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat

Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat

Niggas follow me in hopes of finding my stash box

In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top

Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down

Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud

I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fucking up

So fuck a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants

I want it all, Wingstops on every corner

I want a mall and I'm about to build a benihana

Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal

They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real

They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates

Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight

They started waving flags when the ruckus came

Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange

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"rockstar"

(feat. 21 Savage)

[Post Malone:]

Hahahahaha
Tank God

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black

I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"

Ayy, close that door, we blowin' smoke

She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison

Ayy, act a fool on stage

Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car

Ayy, shit was legendary

Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn

Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in

Sayin', "I'm with the band"

Ayy, ayy, now she actin' outta pocket

Tryna grab up from my pants

Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man

And they all brought a friend

Yeah, ayy
Ayy, ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[21 Savage:]

I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars

Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21)

Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool

And they ain't got on no bra (no bra)

Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks

And now she screamin' out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage

And you only got 6 cars?" (21)

I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (kiss that?)

Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (big snack)

Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)

L.A. bitches always askin' "Where the coke at?"

Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car

Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard

I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard

Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar

[Post Malone:]
Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies

Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)

Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas

And they always be smokin' like a Rasta

Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi

And show up, man them the shottas

When my homies pull up on your block

They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star

Rockstar

Rockstar, feel just like a rock...

Rockstar

Rockstar Rockstar

Feel just like a...

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