[Verse 1]
I’m chin chillin, crystal spillin’
Hip hop’s villain cause I’m makin’ a killin’
Niggas wan’ try me, I’m strapped with the lammy
If Jay’s illuminati, What am I in my Bugatti?
Ladi dodi, we like to party
Big 4 in the morning, go outside and catch a body
I ball full time nigga this is not a hobby
If you don’t know about me, better ask somebody
Yeah, I’m grimey, my wrist so shiny
My Audemar I blew a mill, I’m back to making money
My swag make her want me
Why else would she be on me
I bet she hardly want me? I think she want to blow
Lick me like a lolly, li-lick me like a lolly
Her ass aint all that but her tits like dolly’s
Give me that punani, g-g-give me that punani
Now this is motivation make me want more money

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got it, black card in my wallet
Find me on locations with model bitches?
Fly shit I rock it, Tom Ford, exotic
Bitches on my dick now that I moved up out the projects
One for the money, two for the show
I’m ghetto like a muthaf-cker, what you didn’t know?
Took threes for my niggas gettin’ 8 hundred an O
Kush burn slow, I b-burn dough and sip Merlot like I’m on furlow
Fr-fresh up out the pen, I’m back at it again
Thumpin’ like the system in my new big body benz
Look I’m a Fat Joe, my neck glow
The lights hit the ice, its a special effects show
TInkle twinkle little star
No-one here knows who you are
Me I’m so big, notorious you dig
The paper’s no problem when ya f-cking with tha kid

[Chorus]

You’re gonna love it by the time I’m through
Cause once I get it girl you gon be my get it girl
When you let me get inside of you
Watch what I do with it, you gonna wanna be commited, yeah

[Hook]
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, I’m telling the truth
My sex is bananas, and you like gettin fruit
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, between me and you
My sex is bananas, and you like gettin fruit

You should go on and let me coach ya
We’ll get started on the sofa
They gon’ end up putting me in the pen
For going in, I be beating up the chocha
I’mma have you running back babe
Once I get you to my Batcave
SE Lex, automatic, GPS
You gon’ always wanna tell me where you at, babe

You’re gonna love it by the time I’m through
Cause once I get it girl you gon be my get it girl
When you let me get inside of you
Watch what I do with it, you gonna wanna be commited, yeah

[Hook]
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, I’m telling the truth
My sex is bananas, and you like gettin fruit
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, between me and you
My sex is bananas, and you like gettin fruit

[Rick Ross]
Shorty be the bomb, she’s my red-bottomed blonde
Red-bottomed bag, I’m just a well-paid don
New 2-seater, but the top already gone
We made love all night, but we could top that
Sex is bananas, I took her shopping in the sky
Louboutins on your boy, you know that money multiply
She fell in love with a thug on the first date
Double Lamborghinis, Rozay and Ray J

You’re gonna love it by the time I’m through
Cause once I get it girl you gon be my get it girl
When you let me get inside of you
Watch what I do with it, you gonna wanna be commited, yeah

[Hook]
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, I’m telling the truth
My sex is bananas, and you like gettin fruit
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, ba-ba-bananas
The sex is bananas, between me and you
My sex is bananas, and you like gettin fruit

And I feel so bad
Cause you wouldn’t do the same to me
But I know what you weakness is, is, is
And you feel so mad
And now you’re on an open road so gone not looking back, back, back

I thought I had you on a leash
Like I could do whatever I wanted to when I wanted to
And you was gonna wait for me baby
Nooo, and now the tables have turned
And now I feel like you’re the master and I’m on the strings
You’re in control of me

And I feel so bad
Now you’re doing it to me cause you know what my weakness is, is, is
And you feel so mad
And now I’m on an open road tryna go but I’m looking back, back, back

I’m looking for her
I’m tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

I’m looking for her
I’m tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

You can blame it all on me
I know it’s like this because of me
Now I’m just like a hitchhiker waiting for a ride
with no cars in sight

And it feels so bad
Cause you wouldn’t do the same to me
Cause I know what your weakness is, is, is
And I feel so mad
Now you’re on an open road, long gone I can’t have you back, back, back

I’m looking for her
I’m tryna find her
I really need her
I think I love her

I wanna see her
I dont ever wanna leave her
I wanna keep ya
I think I love her

[Verse 1 - Nas]
Bottles and El Dorados, trapped in the allure
The sickness: dreaming of riches
Reality was the cure
My doctor, physician was music, of sure
His prescription was super-models, sandwiches and suicide doors
I used to stand in my mirror
Fixing up my hat right
DMV don’t make licenses for the fast life
Was taught never drop my head when I’m doing right
And though I may be watched by feds with the blue sights
I just wanted the whole world to bop their heads
Someone to stop my bread
If my pops was here, he’d be like “son, you the one
They gotta crown you, a gift from around you
Know they don’t understand you, but what can they handle?
If they was in your Gucci loafers, they’d be through, over
So stay on point, do what you do
Soldier: remember I’m with you when the world get colder”

[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
I’m tryna put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say

[Verse 2 - Nas]
Keep having the same dream
About a mic, a gun, a cross
They all in the middle of flames
An hourglass of salt dripping down to its last grain
Hear a voice that asks what do I claim?
I ask what it means. It’s sort of a trance
As the planet Earth appears in the palm of my hands
I could do what I wish with it, and waking up
To study my dreambook, see if it links up
Looking for some significance
Like does the dream represent this cold world I’m living in?
Ask my man, then his laughter begun
He had the same dream, but in his, he grabbed the gun
Damn son! I told him in mine I took the mic
The cross, I had it all my life, the same height
I’m trying to sneak sleep, so that my mom won’t find out
Time out: my body won’t wind down

[Hook - Keyshia Cole]
I’m tryna to put it all in words, but it’s
More than I can say
It’ll take a whole lifetime to tell you
More than I can say
Every time I wrote a line it’s still
More than I can say
This is the realest shit I ever wrote
More than I can say

[Hook]
Me and my infra-red-red
Yeah thats right, my infra-red-red
All I need is my inferared-red
So f-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

[Verse 2]
Same colour as the big apple
Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood clappin’
I done been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, never chase the stardom
Back to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in every hood, bullet proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless
Retaliation like tryna swim in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, hell no
Will I ever go at Jay, I don’t know
Stay hittin em with pot shots
Ridin’ round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga’s try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don’t understand it
You rap niggas like bitches, pitching underhanded
It’s like throwin soft balls at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking meters
like the f-ck the US government
I be on some over shit
28 inch rims rubber shit
Roll down the window f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, f-ck with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit that good
No more medical weed, back to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind state like
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime rate up

[Hook]
I hit a nigga with the infra-red-red
Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

[Verse 3]
And I can pop a nigga from a rooftop
Or hit ‘em up close, let ‘em know that I’m a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the base in the kitchen I’m a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I’m like “nah you God”, right next to Rza as I’m lighting up the swisha
Pourin’ out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my soul long, black hoody on
Writin’ music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a dead man
Nah, don’t sweat it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on anybody but Redman
I Blackout and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

[Hook]
Yeah thats right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its infrared-red

[Outro]
Niggas know what the f-ck it is everytime we do this shit
We do this shit right, nigga
Yeah, shout out to Redman for no reason at all
Cool n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
Thats my family for life nigga’s

When I’m thinkin’ ’bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

No, I don’t like you, I just thought you were cool
Enough to kick it
Got a beach house I could sell you in Idaho
Since you think I don’t love you, I just thought you were cute
That’s why I kiss you
Got a fighter jet, I don’t get fly it, though

I’m lyin’ down thinkin’ ’bout you
(Ooh, no, no, no)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(You know, know, know)
I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
Do you think about me still?
Do ya, do ya?

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Yes, of course
I remember, how could I forget?
How you feel?
And though you were my first time
A new feel
It won’t ever get old, not in my soul
Not in my spirit, keep it alive
We’ll go down this road
‘Til it turns from color to black and white

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

Or do you not think so far ahead? (Ahead)
‘Cause I been thinkin’ ’bout forever (Oooh, oooh)

[Game]
Baby got ass I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me
Stuff it in your Prada bag

[Dr Dre]
Thats right
She got something that I wanna see
Thats right, so if she leave
She f-cking with me, thats life
Twerk somethin’, work something’, hurt somethin’
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
They rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and f-cked around and murdered somethin’
Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombie
I’m not gon’ feel sorry, you pass out from it
Get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you

[Game]
Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals
‘Bout a hundred in a vault
Sit still, that real
Lotta haters throw salt, they lost
Big Game give a f-ck how you feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline
She gon f-ck a snare drum one drink at a time

[Dr Dre]
Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
It’s forty days, forty nights if I’m making it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed
Than we gooood!

[Chorus]
If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So lets get high off something, high of something, high of something
Till your muthaf-cking brain don’t function
High of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high?

[Game]
Fireworks when I spark
Yellow tape, lotta chalk
Thought you said you a boss, big deal
Bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin’ off big spendin’, letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded, x-rated thats what I like
Glad that you made to this ceremoney at hand
Take a sip lets plan for the future
Introduce you to Snoop get you right and…

[Snoop Dogg]
May I, kick a little something for G’s
And, make a few ends?, as I breeze through
The shit on my hip is a f-cking preview
And guess what it lead to

[Chorus]
If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohh
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So lets get high off something, high of something, high of something
Till your muthaf-cking brain don’t function
high of something, high of something
Ayy, what I supply taking you high?

Chorus:
I ain’t even gotta say it
That’s just something they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
F-ck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now its something they know
They know, they know, they know

Yeah I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind.
Then she wanna ask when it got so empty
Tell her I apologize it happened over time

Verse 2:
She says they missed the old drake, girl don’t tempt me
If they don’t get it, they’ll be over you
That new shit that you got is overdue
You better do what you suppose to do
I’m like why I gotta be all that but still I can’t deny the fact that it’s true
Listen to you expressing all them feelings
Soap opera rappers all these niggas sound like all my children
And that’s who you thinking is ’bout to come and make a killing
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.
You know the game even got it like that.
You gone hype me up and make me catch a body like that
Cause I live for this it isn’t just a hobby like that.
When they get my shit and play it

[Chorus]
I ain’t even gotta say it
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
F-ck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now its something they know
They know, they know, they know

I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind (mind, mind)
Tell em’ I apologize it happened over time (time, time, time)

[J. Cole - Verse 1]
Welcome to the life of a, nice brother
Light skind-ed, black father, white mother
Tried to be a player, found out I’m a slight lover
Come from Carolina, I’m fly, I’m a right brother
Went away to school looking for the right lover
You know, someone that couldn’t ever worry ’bout a rubber
She had a man, I be damned, think I might love her
Thought about her ass for the whole damn Summer
Man I even memorised her whole damn number
This is my semester dog, I’m coming to arrest her
Yah, y’all you know, handcuff her, her ex man, f-ck him
Oh nah don’t be a parr man, that nigga was a dog
So it’s me now, and she be everywhere I be now
I wonder, should I tell her what her fella wanna be now?
The dreams I been dreaming and them things I wanna see now
Do they make you wanna leave or would you stil hold me down?

[Chorus]
‘Ey Baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride wit’ me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride with me
I know you’re still gon’ ride with me, hey
(Just like a star)
Cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
And we gon’ do it big (just like a star)
And maybe get a crib (just like a star)
‘Ey maybe we can live (just like a star)

[J. Cole - Verse 2]
Hey, for you I always had an admiration
We lost touch but you never left my imagination
Congratulations on your graduation
Oh now it’s time to hit the real World filled with all them résumés and applications
Man, but ain’t nobody calling you back
You say it’s cause you a woman and even more cause you black, imagine that
The weight of everything on your plate
You got the World on your back baby, if you can relate, man I feel for you
‘Ey has this World got too real for you?
Your old friends say you changed but I still know you
You that same old girl I used to take home from school
Tryna look cool, forgot I had to break on, damn
Time passed and you done grew up
And yeah, it’s just like I told you baby look I done blew up
But the money and this little bit of fame ain’t changed me
So holla when you need me, I bet you you’ll get the same me

[Hook]

‘Ey baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride with me
You’re still gon’ ride with me
I say you’re still gon’ ride with me
I know you’re still gon’ ride with me, hey
(Just like a star)
Cause baby girl you shine (just like a star)
And we gon’ do it big (just like a star)
And maybe get a crib (just like a star)
‘Ey maybe we can live

Just like a star that’s in my sky
Just like an Angel on my pain
You have appeared to my life
It feels like we never be the same
Damn and it’s been, way too long
Can’t find the words to write this song
Hey, Ugh, still I wanna worry
But it ain’t what I do
Hey, we do it all the time
Goin’ out my mind
Man

[Hook]

‘Ey baby girl, roll down the window
I love to see your hair float when the wind blow
Even if te money been slow
‘Ey to you it don’t matter cause you still gon’ ride wit’ me
You’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I say you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me
I know you’re still gon’ ride wit’ me, hey
Just like a star
Just like a star
Just like a star
Just like a star

God help the child who’s needy
Who deserves not pity
Help them to survive this cold and bitter land

[Hook - J Cole]
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that you rolled for me?

[Verse 1 - J Cole]
Yeah, this is the Ville, home of the fast-lifers
Where we get high and don’t come down, we gas righteous
Man, I wonder how hard to live my past life was
Cause this one hard, I could show you my scars
I ain’t crying tho..
Then save that pity for the next man
Or that girl getting beat down by her ex-man
Hey, hold your head, mama
I know you wish that nigga dead, mama
If I can find a way to kill him, I won’t have any drama
Damn mama, tell me who you love
This one is for the boy that sees his mama on drugs
I feel your pain, boy and just know that I been through the same, boy
That lady needs you more than ever
Don’t be ashamed boy
Cause when it rained, boy, that was your umbrella
The one that changed your pissy sheets when you was a young fella
And now she in the bedroom on her knees
Staring at the sky, screaming “Lord please!”
Tell me now

[Hook - J Cole]
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

[Verse 2]
Soon as you cling on, my mind’s saying “be gone!”
I leave em with wrinkled foreheads, they now Klingons
Confused, cause friendship’s abuse and I’m sorry for it
My life performance been trifling, some nights I fight my conscience?
Was never given space, but I always heared the heart
Always miss playing the hand that was dealt the joker cards
It’s what I was feeling like, lonely low energy
Fallin slow clinically, ballin’ over we finna be
Don’t pity me ever, even when them haters answering
Mindstate of the victim, no victim, I’m just a champion
Money come in slow, God, intervene
Spirit’s never broken, I’m just focused, don’t pity me
No no no, you see this pain put a strain on my whole life
I seen the rain, seen my dreams turn to long nights
But all I ask is don’t pity me, no, no!
Don’t pity me, no, no, no!

[Hook - J Cole]
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

I can’t cry about it
Nah, nah, be strong
Can’t cry about it
Hey

[Verse 3]
I freestyle life, can barely write the rent
Yearly income can barely keep this music life in check
Call up mama, hate to borrow money, with Christmas near
Hey you know what? How about we make each other gifts this year
Friends are calling me up, asking me if I’m signed yet
Who I’m working with? Am I making dollar signs yet?
Disappointment within their voices, do they pity me?
Disbelief, I’ma stay driven like them city streets
But ah, it seems like every day is rainy weather
Can barely fit my pain and poverty the same umbrella
But he don’t care, he don’t care, it’s hard to keep em dry
No more caterpillar, now you see him change: peeping Tom
This life’ll flash before your eyes
So get your match before your fire turns to ash
No more drive, no more gas, before you cry, get your last
Before you die, life your past with no regrets
Broken X, no looking back man

[Hook - J Cole]
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it

Is this the life that you chose for me Lord?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that was rolled for me?
Yeah

[Hook]
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now

Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

[Verse 2 - The Game]
Niggas better break bread and niggas better play dead
I step in front of the beam and take it off of Dre head
Everything’s straight red: my bitch, my car, the tip of my cigar
My Philly hat, my scarf
Y’all niggas pushing light weight
Ryan Russell niggas falling down, tryna put a hand up in my face
The f-cking boosters in danger, ain’t a mic safe
Mike Bibby, Mike Vick, nigga, Mike Jake
4th album, cause I do my shit the right way
And like Dre the fans gon wait, so have a nice day
I’mma have a nice bitch sitting in the white 6
Coldest rapper alive: I write with an ice pick
And I’m write sick, meaning that my bars ill
Bout to f-ck the world up, nigga, I’m an oil spill
In the foriegn wheel, paint job orange peel, nothin’ like Picasso, bitch
But I draw steel

[Hook]
Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing when we come around
I run them down, they wanted now

Niggas keep saying that they run this town
They don’t run this town, nigga I run this town
Niggas keep playing I hunt em down
Gun ‘em down, yeah a hundred rounds

[Verse 3 - The Game]
I ain’t never gave no fu-k, why would I start now?
Everytime I get on the track, it’s black hawk down
I declare war, pulling niggas’ cars now
And I ain’t gotta f-ck Sarah Palin to lay the law down
Birds: knock em all down
You could push record now
Used to ball like Chris Paul, I’m John Ward now
Still bang Dogg Pound, I don’t like how y’all sound
Gun butt a nigga in the grill, try to floss now
I set the bridge on fire – try to cross now
Still f-ck Benzino, I don’t care who run The Source now
I got magazines inside of magazines
Walk up, laid everybody on the porch down
Kill the drums, cause the track is a corpse now
Spread my fingers when I chew ? from Georgetown
Think it’s a movie than it’s AI Georgetown
But if it ain’t a ?
I’m busting with the 4 pounds

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
And it aint no competition you got it
I want it, I’m on it
You make me wanna say

Oh my, Oh my, Oh my
Oh my Oh my Oh my
That booty bumpin, that booty bumpin
(Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best
Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best)

[Trey Songz - Verse 1]
You know me I do my thang with the women
Make her body purr when im touching on the kitten
Booty so round, waist so skinny
Hit in on the balcony with your face to the city?
Face so pretty, heels so high that I face your titties
Mouth so dry, I could taste your titties
Girl imma hit it right, have faith, no Biggie
Oh my, im so high
Come and be one of Tremaine angels, fly
The sky is the limit, i been fly for a minute
And the girls say I’m fast so rewind it a minute
GO!
I want you on my team, we be like Charlie Sheen
Winnin this life of sinnin, where women be liking women
And men is like ripping lemons
Sour when I pass by, wait till im in them denims
Imma hit that ass like

[Chorus]

[Tity Boi - Verse 2]
Shawty you the one, aint too many choices
Louies on my feet, cost me ten pairs of Air Forces
When you mention me, know my girls are really gorgeous
I be all up in the cut, like some Neosporin
Tity two chains, i got my name on my upholstery
Married to the streets, aint no way you can divorce it
Got the ceiling crack, so im shining like a ?
Got them racks on top of racks, like I was hanging in a closet
Hol up Hol up, pause it
Flows that will make you nauseous
Got a girl with a back so big and an ass so big look like shes crawling
Ballin ballin spalding
Yeah we Chris Paulin’
I just .. but i met her at the mall
Me and Dj Drama, add another comma
I put it in her ribs and say im working on her stomach
This girl im wit’ she mine, the girl you wit she mine!
I put her ass on top, then I press recline

[Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Now im who all these bad bitches grippin,
Bitch n–gas dissin, Finally Famous Over Everything is still the mission
Pussy n–ga you a p-ssy, so who the hell is you kiddin’
Get it? Here you taking shots, now what the f–k is you sippin?
N–ga I’m, at the tippy, I run my city, then run in the club, they bringing my liccy
I pull down her zippy, I’m all in her viccies, she calling me Biggy
I’m callin her silly
Never slip, cus im rollin’ up sticky, she gave me her iccy
Girl you the baddest
I promise I’m picky and even if we f-ck I promise that you ain’t fu-kin wit me
Bad bitches know what’s up, she tells me that she loves
I tell her join the club
D-Town reppin till I die hoe, chillin on the top floor

[Chorus]

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
If you offer me all the money in the World
I wouldnt trade it for my girl, my family
Or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town
Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry?
Rollin the papers so they get high with me
And if I decide to give this up they gon retire with me
Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me
And f-cking hater burn in hell
Sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells
Niggas scream my name probably praying that I fail
The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale
Gotta weigh it on a scale?
Niggas blow that, bitches know that
Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back
Little homie, thats real
VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill
My watch is an Audemar on smoking OG till my problems gone
You try and call your man he aint got no more
Probably cause I bought it all

[Hook]
As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
Go to places they never been
I’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
As we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
Go to places they never been
I’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be

[Curren$y]
Aquafina and the bong
I’m off in that medina when I’m done
Just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown
Francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on
Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the avalon
Pull your own weight I don’t have no time for tag-alongs
Don’t know what you yapping for, stacking dough
Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
Cell phone in my pocket
My Blackberry biotches
Have ‘em ready, I’ll watch em, daddy back
Niggas plottin’ on the Jets but we got em
We just waiting to drop ‘em
They vex cause we poppin’
And them hoes ain’t worry ’bout ‘em
They sure came up
What they sayin about them boys from the bottom?
Paparazzi cameras spot em
Flash when you see they faces
History in the makin
I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters

[Hook]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Used to want a chain, now I got 6
Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it’s on my wrist, woah
Livin’ the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)
Same niggas try an’ get up on my list (what)
Since I started buzzin’, I got eighteen eleven cousins?
New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I’m cutting
Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
Cause I’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin’
Now, I got signed to my idol
Seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals
‘Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I cant keep up with Bibles
No, young nigga heeding to the title
Where it’s at?
Thats the top man, these niggas gon recycle
What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital
But you can’t hold a real nigga down thats why I keep real niggas round

[Hook]

yeah im the prince
thas what it is man
show and prove man
thats the name of the game
show and prove man

you started dirty dancing
and you bar tended a dozen
i took you to the clinic
to get you clean but you couldn’t
said in 2 days ur 27 and and ur destiny was comin
so ur papa passed so sudden
and left you with lil somin

you blew that money on a mountain of drugs
and staged your self a bed in
a month later when i popped in
your still high but the winter set in
i bought you a coffee and a muffin
and you quoted me some Lenin
i wished i was that clever
but thats what kept me coming
your friendship did mean somin
but you left me for nothin
when i left, you befriended a rope
and i saw you both were hanging.

R.I.P Amy Winehouse and all the other people lost at aged 27.

(Verse 1)
Killa nigga, last king roll up on ‘em in a Bentley
Mothaf-cka, gorilla, go getter, hoe getter
Hoe nigga better hold yours nigga
I’m sick, throw up, throw up this liquor
Mo’ money I got it
Bitches ain’t problems not to me
Yeah they bout it, Master P so many albums on release
Shit in my closet, Louboutan and bloody bottoms
Bitches spot em yeah I’m stylin
Tyga pilot, fly no mileage yeah I put them bitches on it
California man, gold on my license plate
Ladies’ man, baby I know what them bitches like

(chorus)
Little mic, mike n ikes, candy color cover ice
Outta sight, outta mind
She gon spend the night but don’t waste my time
I’m 2 miles away from the Hollywood sign
King of the hill nigga don’t look down
Probably at Polo house right now
All these bitches on the prowl

(Verse 2)
Look at my flow look at my eyes
Tell me what you see don’t lie
Mo’f-ckin G R to the E A to the T EST
Last king look at my ring tell that bitch get off my thing
My girl ain’t here and she off that drink
I’m off that mink
Fur murder swervin’ make the jet ski do a hurdle
You’s a motherf-ckin turtle knock you down like Berto
Straps on my side like Urkle, boy I’ll hurt you
Turn your face purple
Niggas wanna talk but your convo worthless
These converse yeah all black chuckers
I’m that nigga, you just a nigga
One more year, yeah I’ma be bigger
Don’t call me Tigga, jack the ripper
Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner
I’m done!

Treat my dick like a dog bitch fetch
I put it down your throat then I buss it on your neck
T-killer i’ma mess homer simpson in the flesh
Yeah I’m doper then syringe f-ck yo bitch and all her friends
Make amends for all my sins I ain’t trippin on a bitch
I’m a bull give me wings too many tats on my skin
You know my rank nigga if you speakin’ come proper
Hit you with a shot like boom shaka laka
Knock your ass to your feet like too much vodka
I’m hotter than a 2 dollar pistol from a Rasta
Yeah they call me Tyga with a heart of Mufassa
Nigga I ain’t lyin, hard to find like a fossil
I’ll be outta here king shit like Cairo
Asian nigga kick you in the face tai bo
I’m rising with the heat on these niggas like pyro
I’m just freestylin a nigga young and wildin’
Lord I done suffered thru too many years
And we done shed so so many tears
Lost many peers no memories
Just misery killing all my enemies
F-ck her til she can’t see f-ck until we can’t breath
Knock knock who there, dez nuts in your face
Bitch I’m eatin get a plate
All my niggas do the same most my homies hoover gang
Uh Larry Hoover, Lawrence Taylor, giant glocks
Patch your eye like a raider
Too many bitches call it p-ssy mania
Niggas tryna ball, swag, I don’t do favors
Pac shit middle finger, finger f-ck who ever hating
I’m the shit ya’ll niggas constipated
F-ck yo bitch its easy even to a caveman
I’m good, make it, make it rain til the roof cave in
85 laker, high rise, purple lasers
Marc Jacobs famous like the morning laser
No patients leave her in the lobby waiting
Vacation nigga I ain’t talking Vegas

Well, Well done! Well, Well Done! Well, Well Done!
Finish him!

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like… huh!
Cotton and mud, some chicks countin’ up buds
Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
Don’t hate a nigga cause I’m blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
F-ck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money aint enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
That’s f-cking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact I’m buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint
I’m talkin’ champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say “hand made” bitch

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
And I’ma Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
Sittin’ tall on my chrome seat but I’m blowin the c?
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
I’m in the street after the chedder
Peddlin’ melodies, purchasin’ better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over n-ggas
My n-gga we major, we been major since independant
Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
We too busy gettin it
Hound dog sniffin’ it out
Twistin’ a whole pound celebratin’ the fact that
Them wack fools had it but this here’s the take back
And them haters can’t hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club
Homie, I take that as love
Real n-gga shit the only thing I’m dealing with slim
Bitch you know that I’m the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Yellin’ “suck a dick or die hoe”
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smokin’ top shelf on the top flo’
I’m a boss bitch
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably f-ckin’ around doing some shit I aint got time fo’
P-ssy boy!
F-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
My nuclear like an academy bitch
It’s Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
Killin’ these niggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real nigga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin’ them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I can’t be dealin’ with y’all
(Nigga)
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can’t earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
And I’m rollin’ King Kush, I’m your Royal Highness

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Royce - Verse 1]
Theme song to my supplier
Plays in the key of a key
I’m like a messiah crossed with The Wire
Rapping around the Boardwalk Empire
Who brought their Bibles? This the Christ chapter
I’m sick enough to take my life
Then take your life after
Don’t take me light or play me light
We two of the same
God melted a Rubic’s cube into fluid and threw it in my intuitive brain
I’m eating food for moving music in a gratuitous lane
I threw twice, now I’m running through it til Im through with the game
You can find me under a black cloud I’m a dark star
Only thing I hate worse than a mark, is a marked car
I climb mountains like Marvin Gaye, Tammy Terrell
If you could put a face with my style it’d be Samuel Cassel’s
I switched the fire up like I am a tranny from hell
What I got in my hand right now should remind you of Stanley Burrell
Cuz its the hammer the cannon you can dance with the shells
My pet peeves are granny panties and planning to fail
I’m a heavyweight, I’m catastrophic when I set it like Farenheit 9/11,
Meditate till the levees break
I tar and feather featherweight till my fetti straight
The mac 11 will clap your melon and give your ass spaghetti face
Uh, you ever look inside some dying eyes?
You’ll see surprise and realize theres no denying God
When was the last time that you heard that the iron tried?
Ryan vibes like cyanide, I am proud
To say that I’ve evolved theres only one “I” in “defying odds”
Small time arrogance parishes everytime in giant pride
Who ya’ll respect is probably cross-dressing
Your favorite MC could probably find themself vibing to my lost sections
I’m legendary

[Hook]
Now everybody wanna believe me, but they dont really know whats in my heart
This time around is starting to feel easy, my enemies startin to fall down
(I’m legendary, legend-legendary, le-le-legendary)
My enemies startin to fall down
(I’m legendary, legend-legendary, le-le-legendary)
Fall Down
(I’m legendary)

[Royce - Verse 2]
I got my noodles intact
You want support of Detroit rap niggas can Google this gat
Cuz we the reason why you eating we put the food on the map
Right where the mitten is and you ain’t do jack
Just who we hittin here? This here’s a different year,
You shouldnt assume I’m tryna measure up to you when I tell you the ruler is back
In fact, as far as you new kids, what’ve you did?
I know that i’ve burnt some bridges in the past but I’m happy to say that I’ve built a new bridge
As far as killin i’m forever willing and ready
I will make my children’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a machete
Uh, you marry the streets than we will kill at your wedding
Tell every guest at your reception they gon get more than just hit with confetti
Uh, now your bitch a believer,
You know what you get when you mix a bumblee with a lamb?
You get the ‘ghini I’m sitting in
Riding through Pittsburgh while I’m listening to Wiz Khalifa
Black & Yellow a blunt to joint, here’s the reefer
One minute you tough, one minute you shook
I know I’ve learned a while ago to hide power from you I should just put it in a book
You illiterate parasites I’ll kill you everytime
Throw a nigga body around the room have a nigga lookin like Jamiroquai
And yes I, am a firm believer that the naked truth looks 100 times better then the best dressed lie
And while you niggas is hatin, I wonder is God really an athiest
He made me the same temperature as his nemesis Satan
Ya’ll need to repent because ya’ll been imitating
A statue of me to you is a statute of limitations
You backwards as me and a feminist dating
Let’s tally the sales, like Gladys and Patty LaBelle
I’m a big wig, my straws in the hole of a volcano I’m havin a big swig

[Hook]
Everybody wanna believe me
But they don’t really know what’s in my heart
It’s time I started to feel easy
My enemies starting to fall down

[Swagga Boy Los]
So I’m gon get it while I’m here boy
Cause I might not get this opportunity next year boy
Geez guys I jump on the b I go dumb
You knee high and I be on my fee-fi-fo-fum
Was bout to put in work like T.I old guns
But D-I-D-D-Y was on one
These weak ass rappers come at me I choke one
My daddy was a soldier I’m GI Joe’s son
Or Jackson, I keep it so G, I’m Joe’s son
I’m top fivin’, you can come see why Los won
Best rapper alive, it aint up for an option
Nobody’s close to me
I should be up for adoption
I mean one cell of my brain got Playstation capacity
I’m so outta this World the Space Stations harrassing me
My flow’s so a trip that vacations are mad at me
And Einstein couldn’t get straight A’s in a class with me
I out last ‘em, out class and merk you
You scared to go in like you out past your curfew
Ahh shit, don’t talk shit then bullshit
My thoughts get on some Thor shit
It’s war bitch
That’s how it is so get up off your coward shit and battle me
I’m so charged up that I could probably shit a battery
You aint seen nobody like you skipped anatomy
I’m at your Adams apple, shatter atoms automatically
I’m on one nigga just a strong young nigga
In my zone, yeah you f-cking with the wrong one nigga
Like a provate Christmas party and you aint get the message
So just because your present, don’t mean you got presence
And I’m so f-cking gifted, you see me go light years
So its like you not here
Even though you right there
What I’ma bout to do to the summer done got the winter shook
Took a page from history and stuck it in the Guinness book
As a bookmark cause I’m book smart
All my thoughts took action cause my actions took thought
I hope the crown aint safe, give you a creepy feeling
Cause you look up to me and hate me, I’m like a leaky ceiling
You see me kill em how I pounce on these beats
And then I upstage rappers like balcony seats
See I’m in my whip and I got two sluts
Your girl gots hips that I got to touch
Slide it in her lips when I’m bout to nut
Keep your eye on your chick cause I got two nuts
And she on one!

[Los - Verse 1]

Man it go Teyana Taylor, Fiona Apple, Rihanna
Leona Lewis, Madonna be on the truest persona
Ivanka Trump and Khloe, Zoe Saldana, Longoria
Mendes, Pigford, Jessica Alba, Jessica Simpson
Sarah Jessica Parker, T-Banks thats Tyra
Selita Ebanks, Ciara, Tiara Lestari got the best body
Gabrielle Union, Pam Anderson looking very great and sassy
Let me see them twins, no Mary-Kate and Ashley
Tatiana Ali, Halle, Molly, Kylie Minogue
Heidi Klum, Scarlett Johansson, Janet and Paula Patton
Katy Perry all day, Beyonce, Alicia, Sade
Penelope Cruz, Mila, Marrissa, Mulher and Trina
Salma Hayek, Shakira, Amber and Angelina
Lauren London, Naomi Campbell, Stacy Dash and Audrina
Serena, Giselle, Megan Fox, Anna Kournikova
Angela Bassett, Danica Patrick when you add on Lola
Thats just one big room!

[Hook]
One big room full of bad bitches

[Los - Verse 2]
She said “Los, come f-ck me and my BFF
Boy you put a spell on me”
Last night I came between best friends like jealousy
F-ck you tellin’ me, f-ck with my cake I’ll bomb ya
We beef over that cheese you gon think I’m making lasagna
You aint no G neither, I’m from where the D.E will take a quarter of your back
And turn you to a receiver!
Maybe if these rappers study me they wouldn’t be lame
I flips this muthaf-cka like a mattress with a pee stain
I got 24 bars that say you not great but only dropped half a 16
You still got ate (8)!

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram
ANd now my cheese aint just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the f-ck could you hate this
Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift
Thats why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that

[Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Herb and ? I’m quotin’ ?
All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
In the Mitchell & Ness Marino see how far back I done throwed it
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro
Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
Thats why them bitches roll that weed for us

[Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like its no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed
Cause it’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with G’s
Boi

Dissin’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a train
At the top so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
F-cking bitch
I might come a little tardy though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up barley bro
I’m all green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know

[Chorus]

I’m climbin to the top why the f-ck would I let go
Chillin in my hood wit my number 5 retros
Untied, I aint trippin off a thang
My ’67 chevy paint drippin off the frame
Lames, prolly spot a nigga through the tint
Stick yo head in this window and get this to yo lips
Bitch, yea im out that bodymore ,you see me with all the goons
Talkin bout you got them keys, watchu mean auto tune?
Drop that f-ckin top on that vert man, fastlane,
Ballin through the A bumpin first name, last name
Scoop these groupie floozy’s, cuz they trendy and they swalla
From super sports to coupes and porches bentley and impalas
Get this uzzi to your coofi for your pennies and your power
Behind Coogi, Gucci, Loubi, Louis, Fendi or that Prada
Not a nigga in my reach dawg preach on
All white lambi but the insides black I call it Kreayshawn
And your girl want to get married to her idol
So I shoot it in her face like jason terry in the finals
How they gon stop a nigga when the wick of my bomb lit
The sick of my swag is the quick of my charm hit
Ya niggas is average stop spittin that nonsense
Your cds sound like when scotty pippin said that lebron shit
Every bar you on but wouldnt flip you an omlette
Every coment you hard but wouldnt point at a comet
In the sky, if it flew by, you guys, spew lies,
Just to get them oos, awes 2 sides
To every story i guess yours the wrong side
Long side of true, these niggas see you the wrong guy
Song cry, yea i spit it like i live it cuz the g’s listen
And you jus lie like live with the V missin
Shout out marty and cory a major part of my story
Bout to come home from the feds, so to God be the glory
All of these artists jus bore me so im bumpin Frank Ocean
Got lola shotgun with me we in that thang coastin
I aint boastin but the crown aint safe
I woulda never mentioned swag if these clowns aint hate
I wouldnt talk about the pain if i could smile all day
Wish i could take a break and take my nephews out all day
Gary and Nadu I love you but this world aint raps
So dont be chasin coochie, coochie thinkin girls aint traps
You know, they see ur dreams and they deter you with sex
So keep your branch in your pants, no time for birds in ur nest
Be encouraged at best is somethin great in your soul
Never merge to the left continue straight on ya road

And we gon roll cuz even when we broke we ballin
And even when we down we shine
Jus keep your faith and you in and God
Dont be afraid to spread your wings and fly
Even from the home of the white baby, I told them the crown is mine
So we gon do it simple and plain, your boy Los is a sure thing

[Jay-Z]
Sounds so soulful don’t you agree

I invented swag
Poppin’ bottles, puttin’ supermodels in the cab, proof
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublot’s
Or the big face Rollie I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes

[Kanye West]
Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em
Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another ‘gain

[Jay-Z]
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live form the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I’m never going to jail

[Kanye West]
I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to hell
Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain’t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off
I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa!

[Jay-Z]
Welcome to Havana
Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, wit’ no benefits
Not bad huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels
Can’t you see? We gettin’ money up under you

[Kanye]
Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?”
Jay is chillin’, ‘Ye is chillin’
What more can I say? We killin’ ‘em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Riding in my Challenger
Faded off this weed brownie
Turning down the music cause the weed is loud enough already
Niggas ask about my pay
I say I keep it steady
Gripping on the wheel
Spending money like a politician
Tipping on a bill, it’s going down
Like this bitch was sitting on the hill
I keep my girlfriend in them expensive sort of heels
Furs and shit
Eat champagne and lobster cause I f-cking deserve this shit
CAP!
Niggas say I’ve got an old soul
Well, I tell them that I’m here muthaf-cka
And I made it cause my flow cold
I’ma roll some of this weed, I’ma pass it to you
Then we gon be so gone
Homie, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavors to stabilize ya
Thoroughly baked cake
Can’t say a thing and my eyes shut

[Hook]
They say they do (they do, they do…)
But they don’t know (don’t know, don’t know..)
Who we are (who we are, who we are…)
Superstars

[Verse 2 - Curren$y]
I’m outta here, stratosphere
Paper hella straight, nappy hair
Bitches seen that the kid that you was even there
When we pulled up, lit like Times Square
When we pulled up, lit like road flares
When we pulled off, them hoes disappeared
Because they know what we be doing over here
She just wanna be high in her underwear
With her iPhone plugged in the wall, power loss
Stepping out the shower
Threw her a shirt to towel off with
Of the two, one of the qualities I want in a bitch
Cause baby girl, f-ckin with me is some major shit
Failed warning, I gotta wake up to a BJ every morning
And a J while I’m yawning
Darling, I got papers and vaporizers
Flavours to stablize ya
I’m a fully baked potato
Spending my cheddar and chives

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Sean]
Uh, I got rich nigga blood nigga
Boi, boi

I’m dedicated, hella-faded
High as hell, I’m levitating
I’m rolling up, f-ck a wheelchair
Ironically, my shit’s medicated
Your eyes closed cause you sleep
My eyes closed cause I’m meditating
I gotta go make reservations
At a real nigga destination
Two girls in the tub, that’s luxury
You disagree? That’s f-ckery!
Saying “f-ck you” cause you can’t f-ck with me
I need my dick sucked, but I’m sucka-free
You are who it sucks to be
I’m a company, buy “Finally Famous” over everything
That’s my company
You already know, nigga
Collect the money like it’s old, nigga
And I’ma blow it like it’s rolled, nigga
And I be stuntin’ til I’m old, nigga
Weed, money and hoes: what a hell of a night!
F-ck you mean? This is everyday life
She in the mirror making sure that she wearing it right
It’s apparent she present, where I’m appearing tonight!

I f-cks with her high call it my little ghetto sex soldier
She ain’t like them other chick
Gotta nigga open like a f-cking bag of chips
And she got enough respect to make a nigga feel like a president
The best lover, shawty ain’t playin, sex so good she’s just got me sayin’ mam
I toast to the winner, she put it on me she’ll even bring a friend for me
That’s why I buy her everything ‘cause she is the baddiest thing up in the club

[Chorus]
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me
And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I f-cks with her

I ain’t gotta tell her but once whatever it is she gonna do it like
Aint shit to it like
Don’t listen to the friends no matter what they’re telling you
Should listen to her man ‘cause we gonna ride forever
We be in the Phantom Ghost doing the most
Got a lot of haters jealous cause we still together
This right here is gonna last forever
It’s you and me together through the stormy weather, oooh
That’s why I buy her everything ‘cause she is the baddiest thing up in the club

[Chorus]

I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me
And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I f*cks with her

[Rick Ross]
It’s the slow love maker
Straight back breaker
Yeh, credit card swiper
Me Louboutin Nike her
Shoe game is immaculate
That other boy be lacking (sucker)
Give ya time to calculate
Cause fat boy always accurate
My appetite is sexual
Wanna taste the best of you
Mr Screws, swimming pools full of revenue
Skipping school, schoolin niggas to what cheddar do
Making moves, millionaire you woulda never knew
Cherry red Beamer ridin’ wit’ a tenderoni
Ballin’ all day at f-cking 5 in the morning

[Chorus x2]
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me
And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I f-cks with her

[Chorus]
I know it look bad, its gon be alright
Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I’m ’bout the shake life
’bout the shake life
Yeah I’m ’bout the shake life
’bout the shake life
Yeah we ’bout the shake life
And live every night like it’s Friday night
Need a set of new dice
We ’bout the shake life

[Young Jeezy - Verse 2]
I’m ’bout the shake life thats word to my momma
The work come in, yeah its on Your Honour
Give me all the time in the World and I quote
You give me a hundred years but I won’t be broke
When you broke, treat you like a bad joke
Niggas laugh at you when they know it aint funny
Government playin’ round with everybody money
Got us brainwashed so we all big dummies
War in these streets everyday like Libya
Will I get shot in the head? it’s like Trivia
CNN tryna get us to hate all the Muslims
Them niggas never talkin the truth so don’t trust ‘em
Niggas out there die about true religion
Young niggas over here dying over True Religions
So f-ck it all I’m going out tonight though
Drink til I’m f-cked up like them white folks

[Chorus]
I know it look bad, its gon be a’ight
Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
Need a set of new dice yeah, I’m ’bout the shake life
’bout the shake life
Yeah I’m ’bout the shake life
’bout the shake life
Yeah we ’bout the shake life
And live every night like it’s Friday night
Need a set of new dice
We ’bout the shake life

[Young Jeezy - Verse 3]
Supposed to live everyday just like it’s your last
Smile at these suckas while you spending your cash
Ball til you fall, how long it’s gon last
The only thing that matters is how long is your cash
So holla when you see me out stuntin in these cars
When you looking at a niggas do you niggas see my scars
Stab me in the back, thats right the game cut me
I got it all but lost all my dogs, the game f-cked me
Some in cemeteries, and the rest got 30
Why I’m so clean tonight cause life dirty
These jockin ass rappers tryna jock my fresh
Remind me of seventh grade, when they was jockin’ my Guess
I aint gonna lie, shit I had it back then
8 for an O, I can lease bout 10
So f-ck it all shit I’m going out tonight though
And drink til I’m f-cked up like them white folk

[Chorus]

[Verse 1- Fat Trel]
I was born broke but im a rich nigga
So its night night to them bitch niggas
Glock small but the clip bigger,
Got 30 shots for them snitch niggas
Roll wit who i grow wit
Its over wit when that stove lit
Ditch the low we need mo’ bricks
Then we switch the hoes and take mo’ trips
Mo licks equals mo chips, so young yes so rich
Go get who you wanna get
Jus dont bullshit when that 4 spit
Bus a nuts in that hoe bitch
She pop a pill and take the whole dick
Me and her left the dealership never tell who im rollin wit
I’m BC northeast tatted hoe
Lots of money you can add it hoe
Place the dick with them pussy lips
Put it to sleep and you can have the hoe
Ride wit Los and a older smoke
Backseat full of heat you think beef is sweet
East street may sb but i keep me a killer from southeast
Ride out never hide out that 4-5 take eyes out
You pay the plug with the pies out
Police behind you when you ride out
You hot nigga jus stop nigga
Never try to shop no block nigga
You should move n kill your goons
And try to find a new spot nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Skarr Akbar]
Look,
They tell me that my existence of scriptures hasnt been written
If there’s a cure for being terrific i overdosed on that prescription
I am so determined like a german in the trenches
No nazi, jus aki, im blessed to be this gifted
Im so optimistic my pivot changes postions
Went from standin in the distance n now im so close sittin
Picasso couldnt paint a picture this vivid
Draw my feet in giant shoes and walked till i could fit em
What have you come to witness is a fighter in great fitness
Who broke all baracades and hopped the tallest fences
What i write in my composition will conquer all competition
Yes my theory and logic got mixed in with comprehension
Im relentless i share no forgivness
God forgives and i dont, see you will and i wont
Real as a speculation anger mixed wit ur hatred
Thats planted a mental tumor and admiration of greatness
Ammunations outrageous the animositys ageless
Animal instinct becomes annual and contagious
Hate me because i made it, love me because i didnt
Kill me for being real and applaud me because i finish
Pull me because im winnin, or diss me because im distint
Because i am the difference of talent im cold gifted
Maybe im jus the sickest unorthodox when i write
So I low to bed mourn and so long to my goodnight

[Hook]

[Los - Verse 3]
Yo when son black out the sun black out
When I go in I dont come back out
Im too cold to exist I could sun the moon
Then moon the sun solar eclipse i,
Dismissin the meannest niggas in a minutes time
Dispensin the sickest venom from a killers mind
Catch a body on the track like a marathon
Run and stumble then my fuckin arms at the finish line
They call me mr take another nigga bitch and break her
Penetrate her then eliminate her jus to get the paper
If peter piper picked a pepper than she better pay the piper
If i pipe her i could pimp her or sophisticate her
You bring her down but my swag on elevator
She jus wanna get down cuz i elevate her
Damn homie what you squaking about cuz im all in ur spouse
While you on the couch staring at the wall in your house
Ye she love to hum my songs
Cuz she only listen to em when my balls in her mouth
ouch, what type of G am i, rappers o.d, tmi
well tell ur bm dont dm me, cuz im in a bm, epmd
she d’in me and said G you fly, you drive me crazy like a dui
skarr scoop me up and we flew bye
trel came through with atleast two guys
you gon run this G with my G’s to ma
nuttin but a G up in these 2 eyes
guess thats the penalty to be too fly
bitch niggas dont wanna see you fly
laugh now cry later when i squeeze you lot
and i wont stop hittin till i see you die, GOODNIGHT

the night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
the night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
the night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
the night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
the night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
the night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
the night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
the night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys

King size papers, king size bed
Niggas blow money but I’d rather keep mine instead
Roll something nigga, blow something
Say you’re ballin’ out of control
Let a nigga hold something
Specially if you got in, and he don’t put his niggas on
Tell me what’s the sense in even having it for?
Cause when you’re broke, you’ll have everything to gain
When you lose it all…
Let you inhale out the vap’
Do it for the taste
Usually I roll one up, then pass around
But now I smoke it to the face
Cause chiefing with niggas is such a waste
Unless they my niggas, and 9 out of 10 times
They got their own pound with ‘em
Own pack of papers and filters, on the ground
We be smoking them things like 6 at a time
5 in the L, 4 breakin’ down
3 in my head, 2 on my mind, nigga

[Hook]
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..
One rolled, one rolled, one rolled, one rolled
I keep more than one rolled..

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
A bit of a pothead
It has been said I keep one rolled up
Like LL’s pants legs
Full of life in this bitch, though
I may seem half-dead
Trust me, I’m cool
I just ain’t talking to you
And them Jet’s coming through
It’s just as I predicted
Got a bigger portion
Cause the Jet’s eating off bigger dishes now..
Ain’t that the biggest fish up in this pond?
Since life’s a bitch, tell her roll my shit up, huh?
Secret compartment in my car, James Bond
Though I’m James ball nigga bread long
And my name known known in e’ry home household
Caught them pussies slippin’ tryna squeeze
In the mouse, ho. That cheese is “nachos”
You are not chose by the Gods
To live as we do, so play your role in the movie
Ain’t no pause, no rewind
For no man, waste time
So I ain’t wasting mine
More grass, more green, more grind, nigga I keep:

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Sean]
And these bitch ass niggas
F-ck around, I’ma have to bitch-smack me a nigga (These niggas)
Roll around with a bunch of get-rich ass niggas
Who the man? You ain’t even gotta ask these niggas
I’mma f-ck around and take these last 3 pictures
Man, these bitches breakin’ their neck
Just to pass weed with us
We both get high, get drunk, more shots, reload
Too high, we know, 3 more, TeVo, we blow
Bitch, how could you be so fine?
Shake that ass, she’s so mine
Taking more double shots than free throw lines
I’m might hit like 3-4 times
They say “what the f-ck is you on?”
F-ck if I’m right
F-ck it, I’m on, you f-cking at home
Watching my ass, bet that I’m on
My way to the top, and I’m commin’along wit’:

[Hook]

Here’s a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it’s gone
Yo ‘Ye, this nigga aint even wanna put you on
And then he turned around, put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don’t sell no f-cking Wonton’s
I don’t wear Sean John, but f-ck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
Who run the world? Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I dont wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I’m Charles Louboutin, you niggas aint sayin’ nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, I’ma put the K in ya face
It’s a stick up bitch

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

Call Khaled, tell him F-ck it, I’m on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers and Lupe is souffle
Half you muthaf-ckers its the Drew league
I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna teach you How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short (bitch)
Look how that nigga look
And I’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

I got the money up in the rubber band
Don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
I aint Morris Chestnut, I aint Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
Can I hit it In The Morning?
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but theres Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy on my face
and let me taste, a little taste
I’ma eat it up like it’s my last
I’ma I’ma do it different, she aint gettin no cash
You know why? I’m Not A Star
Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
That aint a lie

(So put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here?
I do it

[Young Jeezy]
I can’t even walk
My pockets too heavy
Got that 40 on me now
Them choppers too heavy
Told ‘em you gotta fall back
I can’t sneak you in the club
Said I’m in the car you need me my n-gga
Nothin’ but love
Last blunt ? so much smoke I can’t see ya
Aint over here, look I wouldn’t wanna be ya
Talking so many bitches we got bitches on bitches
Way she moving that ass I think the bitch got switches
Pull up to this bitch Escalade full of killers
Now only thing realer: Escalade full of scrilla
Louis V to the back, half a rack for the snap back
Wiz khalifa’s on the coupe I’m talking black and yellow flapjacks

[Young Jeezy - Hook]
When I talk I be talking ’bout money
So please don’t talk to me if you ain’t talking ’bout money
Weed, coke, ecstasy, nah we talkin bout money
Don’t know what went wrong with me, cause I be talkin bout money
We talkin’ bout money

Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)
Let the money talk (money)

[Ludacris]
LUDA!
I’m talkin’ ’bout money you never seen, hoe
The incredible hulk, so much paper I’m turning green, hoe
Green giant, I want it, I buy it
Y’all just ballers on a budget
Your money’s on a diet
And I’m laughing you such a riot
David verse your Goliath
Let my money talk for me
Hear ‘em, be quiet
Hamilton said “was happenin’?”
Jackson said “wat it do?”
Grant chucked up a deuce
My Benjamin said “f-ck you”
Ahhhhh
It cost money to fund a war nigga
I’ll have you laying right on the floor nigga
And take you higher
I’m a lover not a fighter
But if a rappers gettin gassed
Than I’m the first one to light her

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[DJ Khaled]
More money, more problems
So bring the problems
I love it
This We The Best Music Group
YMCMB
Bitch I dont see you
Get your money right
Hustle Hard
I’m forreal about this shit
Get money!

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[Hook: Pusha T]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Pharrell said “get ‘em”, so I got ‘em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ‘em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game
I’m a problem cause I wanna f-ck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my french, I’m going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch’s lips
Mr. Lipschutz has been trippin’ since I mentioned Reptar’s
Triceratops dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthaf-cks
As a musk like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bush Wick Bill costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Uhm, well, not really, it’s gettin’ kinda chilly
Let’s hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting’ jiggy with it and Bel-Air’s britches
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
I’m a f-cking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks ironed pair of dockers
Two Glocks cocked screamin’ west side!
With the speakers blastin’ a pair of pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly
Thinkin’ that this ‘Preme wasn’t free willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And f-ckin’ tighter than Chad Hugo’s pupils
It’s Wolf Gang and the

[Pusha T]
With the re-up’s a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine’s a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin’ it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
Two different words, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry
When you at the top of your game, you make enemies
You’ll never finish me

[Hook]

[Mac Miller - Verse 1]
Hey hey
I be goofy, kinda funny
Acting stupid but they love me
We don’t do it for the money
Just some food up in my tummy
Feelin’ cool, living great
In the mood, tryna sway
Ice cubes in my drink
Never doing what they say
They some losers full of hate
A nuisance gettin’ cake
What I’m doing everyday probably ruin all your game
I got some brand new clothes fresh right out the package
The moon looking like I can reach right up and grab it
So close to the sky I’m high
Was a young’un who would hope to be fly
Oh my God
Now I’m everywhere with my squad
When I spit a rhyme they applaud and I say
Thank you, thank you
You’re far too kind
You heard everybody music
But wait til you hear mine

[Chorus]

[Mac Miller - Verse 2]
If you know me, you are hatin’?
Listen homie, I’ve been waiting
For a golden opportunity
To know that I’ma make it
Where I’m going I could take it
Went from flowing in the basement
To show in all stages
On the road to different places
Got they thumbs in the air
Smile on they faces
Fans with grey hair and fans rocking braces
Fans who be buying me drinks to get me wasted
Groupie hoes, thirsty as hell they wanna taste it
See this life even shocks me
I got some people on my nuts call jockey
And I aint even gettin cocky
But if you hatin I’ma tell you this “Watch me”
Bout to do something amazing bro
World changing my brain got a gang of flows
And this for those who always came to shows
You were still by my side with no bank to blow

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Only one way in, one way out
When you get in this game, you gotta plan your way out
Streets is a maze, if you make it out
Just tryna get paid, it’s a muthaf-ckin drought
It’s so easy to be all about my money living these days
Niggas tryna get something from me, but no..

I know, I know,
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

[Verse 2]
Sucka niggas is blonde bimbos
Edie Hathaway, I’m jumping out the window
Act got the beat jumpin’ like Timbo
Land we flying, crash like simbo?
Look here, I’m bossed up in my Outlaw eyewear
Tell ‘em niggas I’m out here yeah
Warrior shit and ain’t a foot of glorious shit
Getting to the money, bound to get more of this shit
Cause we hustle all day and all night
And we ain’t stopping til we get it right
C’mon! Cause we hustle all day and all night
And we ain’t stopping til we get it right

I can show you, better than I could tell you
If you really from the hood every ghetto is familiar
Everybody struggling, everybody hustling
Tryna make ends’ meet, got us laying 6 feet deep
On your knees, I’mma get it, listen
I ain’t trickin on these bitches
Bet I’m stacking my digits, listen
Let’s get it!
When you doing good everybody f-cking with you
When that drought hit, ain’t nobody f-cking with you
I’m just tryna paint a picture, hopin’ you could see
Real niggas can make it, it’s up to you and me
Tryna find light through the darkness
Insane, no love in the land of the heartless
I’mma get mine

[Hook]
Only one way in, one way out
When you get in this game, you gotta plan your way out
Streets is a maze, if you make it out
Just tryna get paid, it’s a muthaf-ckin drought
It’s so easy to be all about my money living these days
Niggas tryna get something from me, but no..

I know, I know,
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
The birds fly South, but I was headed North
Watching while my parents dealing with divorce
Also was watching Diddy chilling in The Source
Thinking that I’m about to get it, bout to kill a corpse
They say the court was the better way to get a Porsche
I said of course, but everybody isn’t good at sports
Can’t get endorsed when you always sitting in the courts
And anyway, the money love me like it’s intercourse
So now I gotta get a voice
I gotta hop up out the hoopty and go get a Royce
Government make you feel like you don’t get a choice
Pass the torch and when we coming for you…

[Hook]

[Verse 1 - Meek Mill]
Check me,
I from the city where the skinny niggas ride
With a Semi .45 to make the biggest niggas fold up, roll up
I done seen the realest niggas froze up
When that Mack squeezing hollows in your back
Leaking that, decent if you want to everytime I come through
Everybody whispering, talking what gon do
Hundred grand in straight cash
Make me put it on you and have your own homies tryna swarm you
I’m sworn to riding with this Glock .40
And I got it on, too
They tell me to put it down
But they don’t know what I’m going through
Niggas playing checkers and it’s chess
So what’s a pawn to a king that got his money right?
You niggas on a hunger strike
Now it’s dead-broke, man, I used to grind a hundred a night
A hundred day, selling white, I tell you it ain’t nothing nice
I be going so hard, man I don’t see my son at night
Baby mama bitching, I’m just trying to get my young’un right
Started with a dollar to a half a ticket
And I just signed my deal today
For all you rapping niggas. Money ain’t a joke
You see me laughing niggas?
All my goonies they ain’t talking, they just clapping niggas
You gonna think my dogg a roofer, brought a ladder with him
My other homie a mechanic, got his ratchet with him
And they shooting for real, they shooting to kill
I got some mami’s up state, they doing the will
I remember niggas shooting for dear life
30 years on us, cops pull at the red lights
We riding with them hammers
Know a couple young’uns that died before their grandma
I’m not trying to play with hammers
A lot of niggas fronted back when I was in the slammer
But now I got that paper and I be going bananas
Like Tony Montana, Nino and the Carter got me leaning even harder
With this Nina in my cargoes
I can’t meet ‘em any farther
If the niggas want the work
Tell ‘em meet me out North, 20-something in birds
Used to be with 50 niggas, 20 of ‘em got murked
20 done turned pussy, the other 10 put in work
Yeah! I’m screaming “this is the life”
If you ain’t hooping then you whipping the white
They even hitting the white
I talked to ‘em try to give them advice
Niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right..
Yea! Niggas get left, they wasn’t living too right

Y’all don’t really hear me tho..

[Hook]
I see ‘em hatin’ cause my paper right, right
I tell ‘em hold on
She see all this and wanna stay the night, night
Had nothing like this in so long
She say she wanna ride with a G
So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone
Don’t ask yourself
Cause you not

[Chevy Woods - Verse 2]
You know I got Taylor stripes like Adidas
So these girls go wild like Mardi Gras
On my pimp shit so my pink show when I’m sippin’ slow
High chance that them people coming so I’m gettin’ low
They all thought they gettin’ dough
Who cookin’ the pot?
Sweet, potato on the tray, are you living to die?
On some OG Bobby Johnson South Central shit
Nigga, tell me who you really f-cking with
It’s the bread man, cash top dead man
From the city where you need a bullet proof headband
Go go gadget the money stretching long
Cash in plastic cause I get it long
What you flip, thats diamonds zig zag money
And what I get,c an’t fit it in the bag dummy

Don’t ask yourself
Cause you not

[Hook]
I see ‘em hatin’ cause my paper right, right
I tell ‘em hold on
She see all this and wanna stay the night, night
Had nothing like this in so long
She say she wanna ride with a G
So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone
Don’t ask yourself
Cause you not

[Wiz Khalifa - verse 3]
Uhh, EZ Wider twisting
Easy Prada slip in’s
Niggas tell me I look like Eazy prol cause it’s easy for ‘em
I’m bobbin’ weavin’ on ‘em, Ali and Foreman
All of my n-ggas ballin’ got TGOD across em
Money countin’, countin’ my dollars
Got no creases on ‘em
My weed is awesome, paid the cost now they callin’ me the bossman
“You should be more like Khalifa”
Thats what they boss sayin’
But they aint outta style, these niggas off brand
All playin’, thrity thousand feet up, rollin’ weed up
Try and kill a track I told Jerm’s we cut the beat up
These niggas aint heard the best of me
Say she a fan her nigga think she want me sexually
Hoe, get your man
I’m out here gettin it, spendin’ it
Spittin’ the illest shit you ever heard in your life
Thinkin’ to yourself Chevy be killin’ shit
Nigga I murder it twice
My money is right
And when my Champagne come, they serving on ice
This the life

[Hook]

[Hook]
Young money, we the hardest team
Forever winning bitch, we on our Charlie Sheen
Make that ass jump, girl do your damn thing
We bout that life, and them niggas aint bout a damn thing

[Jae Millz Verse 1]
Okay, they say time is money, and most say life is short,
So I chase my dollar signs and let that bullshit walk,
You in that bullshit? You might as well walk,
I’m in the air first class, pound key, cant talk, sorry
Look in my eyes and you gonna see its a real nigga,
No deck of cards nigga, I dont deal with ya,
I talk to the ghost of James Brown,
It was a mans world then and its a mans world now,
If you a fake nigga before, then you a fake nigga now,
Nothing change, same song, same lyrics, same sound,
Same shit different day, new problems every day,
That revolver got that bang, that automaty just spray,
F-ck games I dont play, unless its NBA 2K
Or that Madden, i aint laughin, you reach for that cash then you next to pay
Thats just Jae, Jae don’t think, Jae just go ham,
Before you could blink, you go get a drink,
She wink, next thing I know shes bent over my sink,
Millz

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Its Lil Tuenchi
I aint on shit, I was born Wayne, wish I was born rich,
Millz what it do, where them New York bitches,
If these walls could talk, I hope they talk business,
And I got my money right, and sense my money right,
I can get some kidnappers to go kidnap your son and wife,
I dont pack a gun or knife, I pack a checkbook,
And I just point god, Russel Westbrook,
On the real nigga, the clips got curves, thats sex appeal nigga,
I’m extra ill, you pay the medical bill nigga,
We masked up like there was a chemical spill nigga,
F-ck with me e y e be damn if you will nigga,
When we rolling we pop you like an extra pill nigga,
Shoot to kill nigga, the truth will kill niggas,
One time for harlem, two for Millz nigga, Tunechi

[Hook]

[Cory Gunz - Verse 1]
Wait,
Take a second to respect the perspective
My whole perceptions the method: expect the unexpected
Poverty stricken naked
Non-believers can guess it
Second they on they knees, and get necking off on me till they strepted
Weapon – hand the debit
Web it, man and kept it
Separate van, and spread it, slit his man, and wet his fam, intrepid
F-it, catch it, wretched, sketch it, fetch it, sketch it
I’m a Liar Liar with the mask f-ck a Pet Detective!
Losing my cup of noodles, temper tantrums get brutal
In the mood to pull out an oozi on a f-ckin’ poodle
Cameras watching me like I’m something to do
Now they get it, admit
“So I’m spittin that sh-t” stick your tongue in doo-doo
Like my life and career’s been under voodoo
I broke the hex, and wrote the checks, the coke connect should think I’m bluffin google-me
Ho-hold, no hamo, how humble I can be?
I been watching MTV all my life, now MTV’s watching me
See

[Bridge]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the f-ck is wrong with me
This isn’t the life I was born to see
What the f-ck is wrong with me (with me)?

[Hook]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I’m outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I’m outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I’m outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I’m outta my mind

[Cory Gunz - Verse 2]
What the what went wrong with me
Mommy why you stop calling me?
Why these police keep walling me?
Why these b-tches keep stalling me?
When they not gon follow me
Where the f-cks my apology!
For putting me through such awkward psychology
Wasn’t for grandma I’d be dumb and dead
Ha, light and skinny onion head
Wanna keep me fed till her bunions bled
Sweetest, I’m cheated and treated like I’m under dead
Spit on after sh-t on, till I’m hit on, I want the meds
And all they hear is some addict a functioning junkie
Maybe not, cause I grew with thoughts that no mother would want me
Maybe not, cause I watched them abused the drugs right in front of me
Couple pills ain’t gonna kill me
Couple blunts ain’t gonna hunt me!
Couple cups ain’t gonna fill me
Couple chumps ain’t gonna chill me
Now I’m stuck to get bucked for these couple bucks, you feel me
The only couple for me, Madison and Mckenzie
Pay Me, f-ck a relationship lady, let me get busy
sh-t

[Bridge]
Nobody knows what went wrong with me
Somebody tell me what the f-ck when wrong with me
This isn’t the life I was born to see
What the f-ck is wrong with me (with me)

[Hook]
Outta my mind, (so sick) I’m outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I’m outta my mind
Outta my mind, (so sick) I’m outta my mind
(Repeat)

[Verse 2: Millz]
YMCMB Double M G, you know me
Old school flow like Kool Moe Dee
Coastal flow, I move low key
Make a move, ot
Get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
Every 36 let the b-tch get an O
I put it in the hood that b-tch better snow
In the middle of summer, do numbers
n-ggas better run from us that, front us
That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
Tell them n-ggas run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping
That sh-t be spitting so fast, and my n-ggas so platinum
And I’m… on the way I’m going goldw, I put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a Camaro Chevy on
I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
And n-ggas sleeping on me, guess I get my Freddy on
Nightmare on you record labels
I tell em put the dirty money on the other table
You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
That Martin Luther King, I had a dream money
I can tell you n-ggas never seen money
We sellin white girl, gettin Christine money
Aguilera, I’m in the Panamera
n-ggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em
I know these n-ggas looking, I can’t see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though
They call me, mister “f-ck a n-gga” I don’t need a hoe
Cause I got my paper up, it’s time to get my haters up
I’m gone!

b-tch!
I’m gone!
MMG YMCMB

(He dead) Yessir
(Amen) Chuuch
(He dead) I killed him
(Amen) bitch

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
And this is rigamortis
And it’s gorgeous when you die
Ali recorded and I’m Morpheus
The Matrix in my mind
I’m out the orbit
You an orphan and a hairdresser combined
I’m on the toilet when I rhyme
If you the shit then I decline
I climax when you begin
And then I end on Cloud 9
And that’s important when you morph
Into an angel in the sky
And don’t be forging all my signatures
My listeners reply and tell me
That you biting style
You got a hell of an appetite
And I’mma be here for a while
Just buckle up before the ride
Or knuckle up if you could fight
We always making them duck or die
A suit and tie is suitable and usual in suicide
CSI, just might investigate
This f-cking parasite

(He dead)
(Amen)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
That’s what they telling me
Aim it at your celebrity
This is studio felony
Ferrigamo to many
And cool enough for the 70s
Nigga, payback’s a bitch
And bitch you been living in debt with me
That I more than especially
Leave a call on his mother voicemail
To say that he rest in peace
Bigger chopper the recipe
Wrestling, that’s irrelevant
Rather rest at your residence
Whistling to the melody
Couldn’t think of a better D
Better be on your P and Q
It’s just me Jay Rock, Soul and Q
Solar system ain’t why we cuter
Ain’t nothing else you can do

(He dead) yup, yup
(Amen) I killed him
(He dead) hahaha
(Amen) amen

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
I rapped him and made him Casper
I captured the likes of NASA
My pedigree to fly past ya
I pass the weed to the pastor
We all are sinners, once you sinister
Bible study faster
You hypocrite is reaction of blasphemy
I assassin my casualty
And it’s casually done
And tell ‘em my salary come
A lump sum of hundreds
Don’t talk to be bout no money
The sun is under my feet
And I come in peace to compete
I don’t run if you rather leap
My statistics go up in weeks
And I go visit the nearest creek
And I get busy on many MC
Really ballistic, anybody can see
Any assistance, everybody done see
Some persistence, recognize I be
Really too vicious, the permanent beast
And the demolition, breaking up the streets
Better partition, better dot your T
And I gon’ mention, how the far you see
Putting my dick in the rap industry
Everybody bitchin’, getting mad at me
Recognize Kendrick, in the battery
And I’m charged up, and the catastrophe
Is charged up, and the audacity
And y’all f-cks, never could hassle me
And y’all luck, just ran out you’ll see

(He dead) yup, yup
(Amen) I know
(He dead) for sure
(Amen) amen

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Nas]
Rare nigga, I’m a wonder
Your best success
Is my worst blunder
Feds tap the number
Jewelry Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate, weed to alleviate the pain
Eddie Kane, Richard Pryor pinky ring
Watch your conduct nigga
Throw parties for my niggas that’s living
You guessed it
Models ya’ll keep them if they anorexic
Love them but can’t trust them
Hate them but won’t bust them
Caking in savings, spending, wasting, it’s like a custom
Tats are hieroglyphic, lipstick on the collar
I got more to lose than you do, but I’m a rider
When did the rules change?
Y’all living trendy on pennies
Meeting deadlines with ease no game
You fire? I’m butane
Gator Timbs, ostrich belts
These be the times that I surprise myself
My niggas looking like black crows and pack shows
The don’s voice stay pristine like I’m still 17

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I’m rich, black, African
Rocking the golden Mack
Shelling leather Gucci on my back
Woolie-boxing hoodlum in the trench
Rinse these niggas, ’86 Gazels dicing near the fence
Mike Tyson’s disciple, trifle with my pen it’s a rifle
16 ways to shoot you through your Chrysler duke
Exhaling with niggas, the jails argue
Bring the best niggas to the table, I’ll sic all my whales on you
Custom wooden speakers rock Alices, rump on polices
Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers
Stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks
Here’s the deal: if we can’t come in, they can’t have the field
Bones in Cisco’, murder instrumentals
Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official?
I run with generals who flash Uzis in interviews
My shit is deep, we fly, swim, dude

[Verse 3: Nas]
Verse 2 gotta be all murder like
The first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston, glistening arm B
Yellow like New York City: piss stained concrete

[Verse 4: Raekwon]
That’s right, yo, who voted toasting in the wind, Las Vegas Otis
What you know? Leave right here we ghost in the Lotus
Put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect
Paying these dumb fucking D’s off with donuts

[Malcom X sample]
I hate, to see you, acting like a slave
To get an advance here, an advance there
Because somebody else controls your destiny

[Verse 4 continued: Raekwon]
Aiyo, I’m rich, black, umbrella calico captain
Wes Craven with a blade and a black
I’m hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments
My shit is listed like informants pics
You know we order hits, planes flying, niggas is sure to getcha
Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa, she sure to twist ya
Eating Chow Lo Mein with chopsticks, Glocks with aim
Watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne
For all the riches, niggas forcing out they feelings, kid
Whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid
Out in Alaska, in the Astons, remember my passion
Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle
Bolivian connects restless, yeah, Chef ambidextrous
Quick to back you in like the Lexus shit
Hunted by the FBI, we gracious, more demonstrations
Shit is tough, milk the carnation

[Verse 2]
You drop your pants at your ankles
At the urinal at a ballgame
I’m on the stool getting brain
From a tall dame, cause I’m 5’8”
Shorty like 6’2”
Feed her coke, locked jaw
Like a pitbull. I was born to rep
You f-cking with a hornet’s nest
Old shooters in the corner like ?
Young boys that be handling the rock
Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar
Got the burch wood lacing the interior
Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria
Only the Fonz, best laced plates
Cheese that reach maturity, dick sucks from Shannon Doherty
Take your temperature anally and orally
Make a batch of home drizzle royally with oil

[Verse 3 - Termanology]
Hopping out the Rolly Royce
Rolls Gold nouveau
Diamond-studded shoes, so
Flyest nigga you know
Puerto Rican version of Scarface
F-ck with the God’s say
Disrespect, piss in your broad’s face
Chains stay chunky like Oprah’s belly
Got the purple and the brown:
Peanut butter and jelly
When I step up in the spot with the rock
You’ll see the popular pop rappers
Go in their pocket and pull out their wallet
When I click-clack, now get up on the ground
Cause I Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down
You know Term, I’m the kid with the ‘preme beats
Butter Pecan J Lo, kid with the mean cheeks
Boobies on my gold fronts, iced out note book
Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cook
I rode around with all kinds of thugs
High on drugs, pissing out tiger blood

H-town so throwed
If I said it then you know it’s what I mean
I do it all from my home
Cause that’s who got me thinking i’m the damn king
I pro’ly hurt a few feelings
Cause y’all be trickin’ on ‘em way too easy
See you can feed a few pigeons
That’s when you realise them hoes a tease

Live from the Bahamas
I gotta be honest
Working on a classic gotta forgive me for my silence
Swear it felt like college, knowledge that you gave was timeless
Knew that you had good brain, I knew you’d graduate with honours
My P was the finest, bowing like she paying homage
Pulling that ponytail girl what you mix with Pochahontos
Cesa triple zeros, working jumping over commas
You can say that I gave you love but you can’t say I gave a promise
Girl no dollars

And girl i’d love to kick it wit’ ya but you know I gotta run
And stack some hundreds inbetween my trigger finger and my thumb
It was lovely while it lasted but I think the time has come
Hope you keep your composure when I say that it’s over

We all done
Darling, we all done
She said i’m on one
Now that we’re all done, done, done
I might not cuff and I might not trick
I might just split cause we don’t just fit
Don’t come back cause she might be sick
Cause she might be the one that I say i’m not with
When we all done
Now that we’re all done, done, done

Loving the way she grip me
Loving the way my grip be
Feeling off in my pockets… and she history
Legends like Snoop and 50
Maybach Coupe like Ricky
Feeling just like my dick be weighing a tonne off in my dickies
Ball like Kenneth Griffey, hit it like Kenneth Griffey
They say stay on your toes, that’s why i’m always on my tippies
Watch the people close incase any one of y’all acting shifty
Lipstick on my hollow tip don’t let this clique give you a hicky
Posted in between the pillow, laying near in the pyjamas
With the slickest Texas rhymer that’s when you know you can find her
Tell the dead i’m out of time, you know that that’s a problem i’ma make her say
I know you didn’t got her sounding just like Wonda
The 16th I be in Vegas, 26th I be in China
Booked ’til August, I come back and drop a mixtape in my honour
We live from the Bahamas, hope her panties is designer
I had your girl interior decorating her vagina

And girl i’d love to kick it wit’ ya but you know I gotta run
And stack some hundreds inbetween my trigger finger and my thumb
It was lovely while it lasted but I think the time has come
Hope you keep your composure when I say that it’s over

We all done
Darling, we all done
She said i’m on one
Now that we’re all done, done, done
I might not cuff and I might not trick
I might just split cause we don’t just fit
Don’t come back cause she might be sick
Cause she might be the one that I say i’m not with
She said I’m on one
Now that we’re all done, done, done

[Wale]
Look, doing life from the 36th floor
Tryna renovate the game, I aint happy with the score
Hol’ up
Insubordinate for good reason
As I coordinate the perfect feature
Uhh, a working genius, a work of art
Thats how I see it
Cause I can bring you to your dreams like Salvia
Holiday season, Obama’s good neighbour
I aint talkin to neither but got comma’s in my statement
My bitches f-ck me good
In the morning make me bacon
And even when I make ‘em, mad still make em naked
And I don’t take no dames out
I just spit my game out
She don’t give her nigga head cause I f-ck all her brains out
Hey, thats cold blooded
Hey, these hoes love it
Roll up was $4, Doja was four hundred
Dolce Gabbana stuntin’
A young nigga love it
Why ya’ll be gettin’ mad
We only gettin’ money

[Hook]

[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Okay today I was the freshest in my area
Freshest in the neighbourhood
Freshest in America
F-ckin bitches chasing paper
I feel like I’m alterior
Boi, I’m historical
I cause the hysteria
Ok, whats a better accessory?
My all gold Rolly or the bitch thats standing next to me
Or the one in front of me
Or the chick leaving
Lightin’ reef up like it’s the holiday season
Woah there, woah there, these niggas can’t f-ck with me
They too little
I’m animal you can’t talk to me
Unless you are Dr Dolittle
Welcome, we-welcome to the GOOD life
Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night
But they say we aint BIG
Turn us to a Suge Knight
Lets swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight
And when I’m old, I’ll probably die getting some head
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
B-I, boi, boi…

[Hook]

[B.o.B - Verse 3]
From my shell toes to my brim brim
I’m an old soul with my pimp limp
I roll up and I sip sip
Whole team full of OG’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip
But we stay cool, we don’t miss miss
Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss
When they feel safe on some bitch shit
I’m first class on my trip trip
With two chicks, sadistic
We touch down in Moscow and take flicks like click click
She so hysterical, she say my life aint regular cause
I be doing rich shit, you know, baller shit, etc

[Hook]

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
Uh, picture your body soaking, bath water
No panties on, come up out them leg warmers
Wrap up your hair, leave on your heels
Kissing you while I whisper, shawty how it feels
Let ya mind wonder, oh you’re thinking dirty
I was thinking you can rob me, miss kentucky dirty
I dream about it, let’s take advantage
My body on your body, hope that you can manage
Gotta moan it, damn-it, feels good
Pulling on her hair to let her know I’m still hood
Damn right, so unreal
This year of the Ace, bet she know the deal

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause you know I wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you wanna feel my body
We can be body to body
Body to body
I don’t need to rush you girl
We should be body to body
Body to body, body to body

[Verse 2 - Ace Hood]
Uh, so quit ya contemplating, skip this conversation
By the way, you biting on your lip just gave me confirmation
Was that chanel 5? Very sexy fragrance
Are those your real eyes
Cant tell you’re partially asian
But I know your body got me focused, I’m just so sedated
And I guarantee I do you better than your past-n-latest
Body to body, where is the sunny
Bet if I hit your spot, I’ll make you tsunami
Change up the sheets, no time to sleep
Asked what she’s thinking, she replied that I’m a beast
Yeah she replied that I’m a beast
Got it locked between the sheets and even in the streets

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause you know I wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you wanna feel my body
We can be body to body
Body to body
I don’t need to rush you girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body, body to body

[Chris Brown]
We’ll make love on the floor, you kissing my tattoos
I’m pulling your hair you scream my name
Call me daddy, baby I got you
Go get in your bed and lay down, down, down
Girl, are you ready, cause I’m gonna want you face down, down, down
Right now, you f-ckin’ with a real freak!

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause you know I wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you wanna feel my body
We can be body to body
Body to body
I don’t need to rush you girl
We should be body to body
Body to body, body to body

Man, f-ck these niggas
Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back
Thats all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back
All eyes on me
Nigga pict’ how I’m rollin’
Strapped up with that mac
Masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke
She snorted 4 on the bed
Now the bitch on me
She selling p-ssy and pay me

They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back
And I bought them twins with me, nigga, click and clack
Lets go

Out on bail
Work on the scale
Put some change on ya head
Boy, you on sale
Yeah I see you in hell
Pop pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean
I aint a beggin’ muthaf-cka
But nigga please
And I aim this muthaf-cka at your memories
And all my niggas bloods but we make you niggas bleed
Yeah, bloody mary
I’m the one with the money so I aint the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I’m triple OG, fugue splitting the sweet
F-ck bitches get money
Mission complete

Man f-ck these niggas I aint worried bout ‘em
These niggas pure p-ssy, pull a pearl out em?
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madaonna
But I aint trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
Young wild mutha-fcka pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin’ this bitch
Watch where your head land
I aint right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that p-ssy while she on a head stand
I’m a dog hoe, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Yeah
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait til my album drop…

[Verse 2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch wassup?
Young BasedGod, came in with the ballers
Iced out chain, bitch
I’m rich off that same shit
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it’s Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay Area
Bitch, I’ll graze em
Gritty boy shit, BasedGod from the angles
On like a cradle and you niggas can’t stop me
Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
Bitches still Westside
Shouts out to Weezy
Young BasedGod with that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11 bitch
With that tiny shirt mane
And the tiny pants mane
I’m on BasedWorld and I f-ck with cash Money my niggas.
Don’t understand man
The game like a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, Brang-dang-dang man
Off the top, I’m a Wolfpack hitter
My life just a painting
And I paint you a picture, mane
Thing about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt music: bitch, I just do’s it
It’s Lil B and I’ll muthaf-ckin prove it
We runnin’

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don’t lie
Bitch, I’m not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, tote the tooly
F-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I’m going at your collar
F-ck you hoe niggas!
Weezy go hard, you bitches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I’m a f-cking dope dealer
You’re a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..

(I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches)

It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly, f-ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Tote the tooly,to f-ck around and pop ya

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don’t pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you’re scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now don’t be childish
Be with wild-ass niggas and I am the wildest.
I’m a motherf-cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n’ my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so bitch I do what I can
Drop that Sorry 4 the Wait, man
I’m just saying..

I’m in one big room, full of bad bitches..

Yep, thats right Weezy blame Cortez for pushing the album back. Ha.

[Lil Wayne]
Married to the mob, bury you alive
My girl p-ssy feel like heaven to a God
And I came in this bitch with my niggas
Kidnap the baby and the f-ckin’ babysitter, yeah
I be doin’ me, don’t give a f-ck bout what you doin’
Blood gang bitch, big V’s, Boston Bruins
I could do this shit, eyes closed, nothin’ to it
Bullets f-ck your body up, they ain’t even tryna view it
I go tough, I go stupid
Murk your p-ssy ass and everyone you in cahoose with
F-ck you with a pool stick
Make you swallow tooth picks
F-ckin’ right, we ruthless
We done watched too many movies
Then smoked too many doobies
Murk you out, then deuces
We don’t know what truce is
That bullet proof vest so useless
Flag red like bruises
Shoot ya head with them uzis
I swear, your honor, I ain’t a dealer, I’m a user, ya dig
I load up the cig, point it at ya wig
Pull over on the highway, throw you off the bridge
We don’t give a f-ck, and we ain’t never did
Shit, three words you never hear, let him live
I’m in my own zone, it got me throwed off
I break these bitches down, I break these hoes off
Lil Tunechi is my name, I got Gudda on the tape
Public apology, sorry for the wait

All type of guns with accessories
I’m like Cosby for the bills
I need mills like Stephanie
P-ssy niggas can’t stand next to me
I’ve got dope and ecstasy
Keep em floating like both of the levees breached
80s baby but my soul from the 70s
Worldwide game like a travelled the 7 seas
Niggas ain’t OG, scary lil bitch, please
Tune ate p-ssy in the can: Frisky

[Raw Dizzy]
I got 10 up on my pinky ring and 20 on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass, but they can’t say shit
I’m just here to separate the real from the fake shit
I told you, I was coming n I’m sorry for the wait
I gotta get this money
Mane, it’s right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back
I don’t wanna be up in that place
My mom tell me to be safe
I just keep running in these streets
I can’t stop f-ckin with these hoes
But I say I’m just doing me
Bitch, I’m a 9th Ward nigga
Mason street, D&G
That Flordia right by the D they need to free my nigga B
I ain’t the type of person to be running from no beef
Those f-cking guns are gonna be bursting
Somebody knocked off their feet
So watch your f-cking mouth
Before you end up on that floor and stop
Acting like you’re hard cause
You know you’ve been a ho
I told you out the gate I’m not the fake
I gotta say it, please excuse
Almost forgot I’m all Dizzy by the way

[Flow]
Money over bitches, bitch I’m coming for the check
Vampire living, bitch I’m coming for your neck
Raw! I’m sharp, my swagger like an X
I’m a motherf-cking monster
I rap like I’m possessed
Call me Mr. Still Smoking, smoke it in a paper
The game is a bitch, hold her down and rape her
Yes I am a Blood but I be wylin’ with my skaters
We probably smoking flavors bumping Tyler the Creator
I’m a Eastside native, all my niggas Soo Woopin’
They went crazy when they heard I had a song
With Lil Tunechi, bitch!
Get some ice and pour my Sprite
And light my bong and my doobies
F-ck your producer
I’m the one that be producing my music
I’m a hippie surrounded by a lot of pot
Pot is in me
Drop ya like an Autobot
Sleeping on me like I’m rapping with a blanket
Kill a nigga have him thinking that he planking

[Lil Wayne]
All-red plaid shirt, skinny ass jeans on
Them goons at your front door, choppers out: “ding dong!”
Didn’t I change the game and put my motherf-cking team on
Now let my chopper ring
“Baka!” is my ringtone
F-ck you ho-ass niggas, I get money and get over hoes
We hold court with them heaters
“Pop!” case open/closed
Looking for a bitch to hop up on my totem pole
And my blunt be stupid-fat, double-stuffed – Oreos
I get loaded til I motherf-cking overload
Been rapping, flows still tight like aerobic’s clothes
Ask them bitches, I told em hoes
They back it up like Sunnydrive and Bronx Tale closure tho
Lighter in my pocket, light the sky rocket
Pull em hammers out and run them nigga’s like Stocktons
Got some niggas from my city
Thugga, Dizzy, Flow
Sorry 4 the Wait, coming soon, Carter IV, beyotch!

[Wale]
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now

[Wale - Verse 1]
Wale and we are not the same
Got bread in the diesel, got diesel in the check?
Rock Steady, me and my nigga Cole
Leave me a couple minutes, you leave me a couple hoes
Quite gifted, ambitions of life living
Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women
Ok you think a nigga shallow?
Ok, you probably think I get ‘em all with the cash flow
Actually I like a broad that can bag hoes
Thats how I rope em all down
See my last hoe (work)
Blast off (work)
Get involved
Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car
Thats one show, thats fifty large
Nigga I just glow, bright as any Debarge
I’m just tryna get ya comfortable
And its amazing what some liquor and a blunt’ll do

[J. Cole - Chorus]

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club
Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

[J. Cole - Verse 2]
Hey, Cole World
Down for whatever
Boy got Dollars, Pounds or whatever
Being broke and its a Diddy ass world
Still found a way to get pretty ass girls
Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words
Cause you didn’t play the game right
Hey girl, before you throw it at me
You gotta make sure you aim right
Red dots cause I’m red hot
Seen, dead girl you smoking
I get paper like I a mail box, seen
But girl you got me open
Proceed, pocket full of G’s
Kush; baby mama less; yeah no seeds
Blow tree’s like a hurricane
Damn, if looks kill, than ya murderin’
Damn!

[J. Cole - Chorus]
She’s a star if I ever seen one
Perfect 10 and Lord knows that I need one
So now I’m under pressure I want it bad
She got something I never had
I see ya looking at me

Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club
Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

[Wale - Verse 3]
I am what you want, cause you like what I make
I am what I am, and you is who I say
Go where you aint been
No reservation
And most hoes be so-so when they hold no make-up
Yeah, I got the flow that they know is the truth
It’s getting ugly in here, guess I coated the booth
After the club, gettin you open
And I’m talkin, passenger action
I’m pulling you over
And you walkin,
after the fact
It’s knowin’ it’s over
Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda
I am more than the dopest
I’m forever improving
They can’t f-ck with ya boy
Like a BYU Cougar
They 22′s or something
I’m brutal as a bazooka
And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask hooka
Or who did, cause I did
Bitch I’m here and I’m it
And I’m is what you aint
Who’s iller, I’ll wait
Hold up!

[J. Cole - Chorus]
She’s a star if I ever seen one
Perfect 10 and Lord knows that I need one
So now I’m under pressure I want it bad
She got something I never had
I see ya looking at me

Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now