21 Savage – Bank Account

I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (oh God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the seats, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M’s in my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (oh God)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

TY DOLLA SIGN – Stare lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and sh*t

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Cris’ smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t like niggas
All the sh*t that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ wwed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Judge Me lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?] on your face
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Love me more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this sh*t aight

Ty Dolla Sign – Stare lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and sh*t

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[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Cris’ smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t like niggas
All the sh*t that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ Ls to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ wwed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee)

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t touch me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
[?]Chinese molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take it to the head to fuck on your face
[?]
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this shit aight

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Say A’ (At TRL) (Live)

[Intro]
(Ness on the beat)
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
What the fuck I’m supposed to say, ayy

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gone say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100k, yeah
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck about what they say, yeah
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
I’m gone put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
So, get the fuck up out my face
I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"
100k a day, trap booming like an 808

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gone say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy

[Verse 2]
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
And we come straight out the Bronx, so we wildin’
Shoutout BK, Free Bobby, and Free Rowdy
Free my nigga V12
Holla if you see 12
Febreeze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell

[Bridge]
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
Because I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, yeah

[Outro]
I make her say a’
I make her say a’
I make her say a’

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Say A’

[Intro]
(Ness on the beat)
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
What the fuck I’m supposed to say, ayy

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Hold up
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gone say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just might make 100k, yeah
If they put a price on me, I’ll double what they pay, yeah
They say they don’t like me, give a fuck about what they say, yeah
I could take your bitch and make you think about what you say, yeah
I’m gone put her in a leg lock like MMA, yeah
I’m gon’ let her give me head twice if she don’t say shit
If she ever turn sherm on me then she basic
Couple bitches had to swerve on ’em, I updated
You pulled up with her, she ain’t leave with who she came with
She deserve better, you’s a bird, you’s a wasteman
Fuck a umbrella, change weather in my spaceship
Diamonds dancing, I’m two-stepping with my bracelet
So, get the fuck up out my face
I’m just on my way to get this money and I’m late, okay
In the strip club throwing twenties like "I’ll be okay"
100k a day, trap booming like an 808

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I feel a way then I’m gone say it to your face, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy

[Verse 2]
Hold up, talking shit don’t ever get to me
When they see me now, they’d better have that same energy
In abandoned houses, in and out, it wasn’t shit to me
When you see me now, don’t try to act like you remember me
Then look at me now, bitch I’m drowning
And my hoodie Saint Laurent, it’s a thousand
And we come straight out the Bronx, so we wildin’
Shoutout BK, Free Bobby, and Free Rowdy
Free my nigga V12
Holla if you see 12
Febreeze, believe me, it’ll cover the weed smell
I probably got 3 mill, sitting in my email
So much on me, they second guessing what we sell

[Bridge]
So much money on me, fuck it if it’s dirty money
Because I earned it, you get murked if you come searchin’ for me
When the police pulled me over, I had 30 on me
What the fuck I look like with less than 30 on me, nigga

[Chorus]
What the fuck I’m supposed to say?
Police pull me over, they ain’t got nothing to say
I told ’em, "I got tints because I’m rich", they said, "Okay", ayy
Gotta pray a lot niggas get shot up everyday, ayy
Heard you got a big body, but a little face, ayy
Got a 41 bezel, it’s 100k, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, ayy
If I play the block today, I’ll make 100k, yeah

[Outro]
I make her say a’
I make her say a’
I make her say a’

Justine Skye – Lost Me (feat. Vory)

[Intro: Justine Skye & Vory]
Say it when you know, you know, you know, you know, you know
Say

[Verse 1: Justine Skye]
Counting all your wishes
Fucking all these bitches every night like you’re on a mission
How you wanna get it?
‘Cause I been on a vibe all night, if you wanna feel it
Eat that, want some, get right, get low
Want that, I need that, tried that, can I keep that?
All night, put it in your face
Take it all, don’t let it go to waste
Know you wouldn’t want it any other way
I know, I know, I know, yeah

[Chorus: Vory & Justine Skye]
Don’t I get you anything you want?
What I want, yeah
Gucci, Prada, even Saint Laurent
Even Saint Laurent, yeah
I kept it a hundred from the jump
From the jump, oh
Lost me, I think you lost me
I think you lost me
Say but they used to get me for the low
For the low
‘Cause he need a hundred for a show
Hundred for a show, yeah
Why you always gotta do the most?
Lost me, I think you lost me
Lost me

[Verse 2: Vory]
Say bossing, I think I’m bossing
I’m no longer fed up, I think you lost me
Feeling saucy, I’m feeling saucy
Now you want my time, you won’t get that often

[Verse 3: Justine Skye]
And you don’t really want problems with me now
Fuck around and bounce back like a rebound
And now you look basic
That new bitch that you with is outdated, oh
You know sometimes I get too lit
I cannot blame it
I don’t need saving
Don’t you know I gave you everything that I had?

[Chorus: Vory & Justine Skye]
Don’t I get you anything you want?
You did
Gucci, Prada, even Saint Laurent
Even Saint Laurent, yeah
I kept it a hundred from the jump
I kept it a hundred
Lost me, I think you lost me
I think you lost me
Say brother used to get me for the low
For the low
‘Cause he need a hundred for a show
‘Cause he need a hundred for a show, yeah
Why you always gotta do the most?
Lost me, I think you lost me
I think you lost me

Lil Uzi Vert – The Way Life Goes

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
Hello I was listening to this song
It goes like

[Chorus]
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothing left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 1]
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only trying to show you things
Iced out heart on your neck trying to froze your ring
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii looking at the ring
She smiling happy but I’m laughing ’cause her man a lame
(broke boi, broke boi, broke boi, broke boi)
That just goes to show me money don’t attract a thing (real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
Oh get over it

[Chorus]
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothing left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 2]
I tied up my RAF you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Complement my style
She don’t want me I’m running wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don’t want me then I’ma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather
My new chick I swear that she better
Want me back, never (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it (woah)
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it (you’ll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it (no,no)
You’ll find another life to live (you will)
I know that you’ll get over it (oh)

[Outro: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
You’ll get over it
You’ll get over it
You’ll get over it
You’ll get over it
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

Cousin Stizz – Dash

[Intro]
I got too much
Ooh
Haha
Yeah

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash

[Verse 1]
Fast, fast
Different class
Two gon’ need rehab
Nightmares make me laugh
They wear, masks
Man who got the facts?
Went back to the trap
Pockets jump like jacks
Yeah
They tell me get it and I’m on his back
Six will play you like a quarterback
Had to ask about who taught her that
I just focus on what’s here and there
All that extra shit ain’t gonna last
You be letting all your moments pass
We just reaching for the stars and past

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash

[Verse 2]
Better tell ’em ’bout me
Tell ’em turn me up
I step in Saint Laurent
Same color Henny-punch
Bro got to send me up
I need the bread for lunch
I got her head by brunch
I only met her once
Where I be dressin’ like everyday easter
I touch a pack and go hasta la vista
Came from the gutter need my wallet greasy
Play with my boys we gon’ Friday-thirteenth ya
When you get money it’s harder to reach ya
I need two demons identical features
Fucking on twins that’s identical creachers
You niggas stuck in the bleachers

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, no pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash

Chris Brown – Pills & Automobiles (feat. Yo Gotti, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Kodak Black)

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Ow

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that bitch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ bitches kill the vibe, fuck it, live your life
Bad bitches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad bitches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you a grown woman
And I know that you know what you’re doing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
Ass fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby
Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you
You fucked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (school, school, school)
If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it’s breaking news (pow)
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet)

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can fuck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna fuck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

CHRIS BROWN – Pills And Automobiles lyrics

Ow

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bitch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that bitch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ bitches kill the vibe, fuck it, live your life
Bad bitches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad bitches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you’ll grow on me
And I know that you know what you’re doing

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (I-I-I, I am)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
Ass fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this shit hard, baby
Yup, I got the pussy first and then I ignored you
You fucked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this shit gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school (school, school, school)
If a nigga ever play with bae, shit it’s breaking news (pow)
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Yo Gotti]
Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet)

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can fuck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
Bitch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna fuck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

[Verse 4: Kodak Black]
I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous??, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ba-ba-baby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby

Pills and automobiles – Chris Brown lyrics

Lyrics Chris Brown – Pills and automobiles

Baaaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.(pills and automobiles)

B*tch, you outta line, why you waste my time?
I’m tryna smoke, tryna get high, see it in my eyes
I know she playin’ both sides, that b*tch tellin’ lies
But my dick give her a high, she down for the ride
Them hatin’ b*tches kill the vibe, f*ck it, live your life
Bad b*tches in Hawaii, umbrella with ice
10 bad b*tches on my side, make ’em all my wife
Smokin’ on the finest ganja, she like China white.

Poppin’ all these pills she said she used to it
She wanna go way up, okay baby, if you used to it
And I know that you’ll grow on me
And I know that you know what you’re doing

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

I’m a King baby
You from the hood but you a Queen baby
A*s fat it can’t even fit in them jeans, baby
Matchin’ Wraith with the stars, baby
I’m a street nigga, I’m supposed to really be behind bars, baby
Really wanna be faithful but this s**t hard, baby
Yup, I got the p***y first and then I ignored you
You f*cked another nigga, you ain’t loyal
I told you bring a friend, this s**t gettin’ borin’
She asked me what we are, we just cordial
I’m a gangsta I can make a wet, wet turn into a pool (splash)
She help me count the money in the trap then she go back to school
If a nigga ever play with bae, s**t it’s breaking news
She got 50 pointers on her neck, Pateks that’s matchin’ jewels.

Wet, wet, wet, wet (yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
Wet, wet, wet, wet (wet, yeah, wet)
Wet, wet, oh baby (wet, wet, wet).

I just wanna show you off, I don’t wanna do you wrong
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the flyest of ’em all?
I get money when I want, I can f*ck her if I want
Baby, you can take it off, I’m that nigga with the sauce (ayy, yeah)
Whole lot of Saint Laurent, can’t remember what it cost (ayy, yeah)
b*tch, I’m feelin’ like a boss, spit on it and lick it off (ayy, yeah)
You know we can run it up, tell me what you really want
I know I can break you off, come here lemme break you off
If you ever wanna f*ck, can I be the one you call?
If you wanna be a star, I can tell you what it cost
I was gonna put you on, I was gonna put you on
I was gonna change your life, girl but I don’t wanna break your heart.

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Versuri-lyrics.info
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby), oh baby.

I can change your whole sauce, you a lil’ mo’ spicy (yeah)
Now you dealin’ with a boss, I might treat you rightly (nah)
No more Macy jewelry, baby, now you drippin’ icy (ayy)
You keep hangin’ ’round me, baby, you’ll start talkin’ like me
Got my own lingo, I can change your whole lil’ ego
I be swimmin’ in the money, baby, whish torpedo
I ain’t like these rapper niggas, they is not my stylo
I’ma call you back, I’m with my niggas shootin’ c-low
I might change my old ways for you, baby
I can change your whole wave, now you wavey
Now you glamorous​​, I’m out your element
I’m too reckless for you, girl, it’s evident.(pills and automobiles)

Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, oh baby.

Baaby
Just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
I’m just tryna change your life (ba-ba-baby)
Just tryna change your life oh babyyy.(pills and automobiles)
Chris Brown lyrics
Video automobiles

Cousin Stizz – Pullup (feat. Buddy)

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

[Buddy]
I know what you want from me
Girl I’ll keep you company
And you know where I stay
Won’t you swing my way
I’ll give you love through the night and day

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

[Verse 1]
You ain’t ever fold under pressure
And when you pull up every time I undress ya
You told me be cool babe the world gonna test ya
You know when my bag straight imma bless ya
Seen you with ya dude I pulled his shorty so smooth
Been in my groove but you know that ain’t no news
Ain’t trynna be rude I’m used to breaking the rules
And I can see this view way better with me and you

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

[Verse 2]
Now we can do this fast or we can do this slow
However you like it baby that’s the way it go
You ain’t on my back when you see me on the road
And you ain’t ever trip bout none of these groupie hoes
Been down from the jump
So I buy you what you want
Take you on a spree now we live in Saint Laurent
Say you feel it in your tummy every time a nigga pump
Tell me that you was in love when I only hit it once

[Chorus]
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Fuck what ya talkin’ ’bout
Baby pull up to the house
I was livin’ couch to couch
You was there I’m down and out

Bank account – 21 Savage lyrics

Lyrics 21 Savage – Bank account

I buy a new car for the b*tch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the b*tch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the b*tch (no)
She f*cking with bosses and s**t (on God)
I pull up in ‘Rari’s and s**t, with choppers and Harley’s and s**t (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and s**t (b*tch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On God)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad b*tch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
b*tch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (b*tch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma.(bank account)

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God) (x2)

Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your b*tch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog.

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God) (x2)

Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your b*tch, she say that I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah s**t
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no f*ck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your b*tch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me versuri-lyrics.info
b*tch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me.

I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On God). (x2)

$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
b*tch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (b*tch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The streets raised me, I’m a whole bastarddd.
21 Savage lyrics
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21 Savage – Bank Account (Issa Album)

[Verse 1]
I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (Oh god)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma

[Chorus]
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

[Verse 2]
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Regular, buy the seats, I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog

[Chorus]
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

[Verse 3]
Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me

[Chorus]
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)

[Outro]
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard

21 Savage – Bad Business (Issa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah lil bitch, yeah
Know what goin’ on lil bitch, yeah
Big dawg lil bitch
Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ow, wow, wow, wow
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Hellcat speed racin’ (speed racin’)
Suck it ’til your knees achin’ (knees achin’)
Bitch I ain’t got no patience (no patience)
I’m finna take a vacation (a vacation)
Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five thou (yeah)
Cartier shades, twenty-five thou (yeah)
You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (yeah)
I ain’t got no license but I still drive dawg (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21)
Project bitch, real ass, yeah (real ass)
On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (real cash)
At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin’ bags, yeah (real bags)
You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (yeah)
I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (yeah)
I’m smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (yeah)
That Golden State troopers, I’m finna hit it (skrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (yeah), I’ll smash in it (yeah)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m bad business (21), bitch I’m bad business (woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (woah, woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Niggas talk (21)
Hoes talk (lil bitch)
Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)
Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)
All my niggas on the yacht sewn out (yeah)
I’m in the Hellcat doin’ donuts (yeah)
Your baby mama sleepin’ on the blow-up (blow-up)
Mad Max, nigga what the bloodclaat (the bloodclaat)
Four-five leave you with a blood clot (a blood clot)
Savage ’round killers nigga, oh shit (oh shit)
Percocets and lean, that’s my dosage (facts)
I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (smash)
Four four two with the floor shift (rah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Do the dash in it (yeah), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (woah), I’ll smash in it (I’ll smash)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (my mans)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (xans)

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Alright

Lil Pump – Next (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be fuckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m next
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (your bitch)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what? what? what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five bitches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Rich The Kid]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (what?)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (huh)
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Fuck that lil’ bitch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your bitch, she on the jet too (your bitch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
Pussy too good, ooh
Bust in her mouth, fuck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Syrup for breakfast (syrup)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna fuck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be fuckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go fuck on your bitch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m next, ooh

DJ Khaled – Iced Out My Arms (feat. Future, Migos, 21 Savage & T.I.) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
All these diamonds on my fingers
(Southside!)
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We the Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can, you can see
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Offset, Quavo & Takeoff]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for baguettes
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my boy Khaled say, know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I found a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti, we pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it, as soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet on (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang gang, bitch, y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang gang, bitch, we gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and on my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jewelry lookin’ like a slushie fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room, huh, incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope, shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
I catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice, ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

Next – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Next

Everybody know I’m next
Hundred thousand on my neck
Know I’m sayin’? The flex way
I be runnin’ up a check
Lil Pump
I be f*ckin’ on your ex
Everybody know I’m neeext
Know I’m sayin’? The money way
Ooh, Lil Pump! Lil Pump! Lil Pump!
I spent ten thousand on a Gucci belt.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh (re)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh (yeah)
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh (what)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (your b*tch)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.

I be ridin’ in a ‘Rari, ooh
I be poppin’ hella molly, yeah
Thirty Brinks to the lobby
Five b*tches on me, give me sloppy toppy, ooh
Everybody wanna be me, ooh
Ice water and some Fiji, yuh
Ice water and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin’, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Pump whippin’ like a chef, ooh
Takin’ off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I flex, ooh.

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (huh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (what?)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (huh)
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh (ooh)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (yeah)
I might go bust on her lip, ooh (what?)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh.

f*ck that lil’ b*tch and I tell her to pack it
Blow ten racks on the jacket
Pull out a Maybach, smash it (yeah)
You rappers ain’t got it or cap it (cap it)
You ride the wave like a jetski
I just cashed out on an AP (yuh)
Look at my neck, ooh
I took your b*tch, she on the jet too (your b*tch)
I trap in the Hills with no service (trap)
She wanna pop a lil’ Perky (what?)
P***y too good versuri-lyrics.info
Bust in her mouth, f*ck on your couch too
I’m tired of flexin’ (flex)
Saint Laurent, you work at Giuseppe’s
Serve for breakfast (serve)
I drink out the pint, baby (lean)
Put you in the trunk
Pocket’s a lump, she wanna f*ck off the jump (woah)
No freezer, my wrist cool
Diamonds too sick, ooh (yeah).

Everybody know I’m next, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Hundred thousand on my neck, ooh
I be runnin’ up a check, ooh
I be f*ckin’ on your ex, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go f*ck on your b*tch, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
I might go bust on her lip, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, ooh
Everybody know I’m neeext, oohhh.
Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump

Young Lito – Unforgettable (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Verse]
High class, shawty so bad
Hella swag, she got all these bitches mad
She the type of girl a nigga wish he had
She the type that if you get her, you can brag
Little shawty got her own and I like that
Hit the mall, she ain’t worried ’bout a price tag
She got all these niggas out here tryna wife that
And a lil’ nigga tryna pipe that
She can get whatever she want
She can get that new Saint Laurent
I could put that Rollie on her arm
And I can get the bracelet with the charm

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

[Bridge]
You are unforgettable
And I’m so glad that I found you
And you are unforgettable
And I’m so glad that I found you

[Chorus]
I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too
Yeah, I found you
Girl, I like being around you
Feel like Kanye, I’m Bound 2
Shawty, if you down, I’m down too

DJ Khaled – Iced Out My Arms Lyrics

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
We The Best Music!

[Pre-Chorus: Future & DJ Khaled]
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin’
You can, you can see
DJ Khaled

[Chorus: Future, Takeoff & Offset]
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 1: Migos—Takeoff, Quavo & Offset]
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a hundred Patek, 20 more for Piguets
Boardin’ a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin’ these bitches obsessed
Makin’ these niggas grip TECs (ahh)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex (‘Tek)
Damn I’m so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin’ the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh
Lambo wings, fly out the nest
We do not settle for less (who?)
I’m in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I’m thankin’ the Lord ’cause I’m blessed
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin’ out of my pocket (hey!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Ice, ice, woah, woah
I put VVS’ in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don’t touch my watch, it’s gon’ be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y’all niggas actin’ feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon’ pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it’s drippin’ (ooh, drippin’)
Saint Laurent sweater, lil’ bitch this ain’t no Coogi (yep)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin’, Hublot drippin’
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin’ right at Phillipe
Know she fuckin’ with a winner
Jury lookin’ like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn’t
Even if I did, I don’t remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin’ room
Incredible
Rappin’, it was either that or sellin’ dope
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh?
Drippin’, let you know I gotta go
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I’m talkin’ upstream on a paddle boat
Okay one car, two shoes
You in hot water like a pack of noodles
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard Mille and it’s tourbillion
‘Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)

[Chorus: Future & (Offset)]
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon’ watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms

Taylor Gang – Brand New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done, Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop
Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Ransom

[Intro]
A Boogie With Da Hoodie be flexing
They want you for ransom

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom
[Verse 1]
Damn son what’s the issue?
Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol
I got into the money, started hitting licks too
100 bands make your mans turn right against you
Run through the money, run through the money
Yeah, I like Saint Laurent so I bought a bunch of it nigga
I like throwing one’s so I threw a bunch of ’em nigga
I’m making this song just to keep it 100 nigga
Now I’m going up, niggas got their hands out nigga
You wasn’t around now you my mans now
Probably wouldn’t give me clout now you a damn clown
Now you wanna give me dap, now you a fan now

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

[Verse 2]
I fuck it up, thumb through a check, thumb through a check
My nigga you here shooting (?) you dumb with the left
RJ he a referee, he gon’ get the Tec
I’ma keep scoring from 3, I ain’t missing yet
Listen up, if I feel a threat, I’ma hit you up
Gripped it up, chain never tucked, I don’t give a fuck
When she suck she gon’ lick me up
Ain’t no hickeys girl just hit me up
When you wanna fuck girl just hit me up
Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by
Stick it up, taking everything when we drive by
Moving like Christiana Aguilera, Lady GaGa
Another one, na-na-na-na-na-na

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

Meek Mill – Offended lyrics

[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man hitta
When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

Meek Mill – You Know lyrics

[INTRO: Nicki Minaj]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

Meek Mill – You Know

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I pull up to the crib (pull up, pull up)
Hurry up and get dressed (what’s up, what’s up)
Spend a couple hours on your makeup
Twenty minutes I done made that to a mess
And you know like I know
I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe
He broke you in, I’m the one broke you out though
‘Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your house though
This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow
This that go cash out that G65 flow
I like you, you hit the lotto
I put you on to the Perc and Moscato
I put you on to fuckin’ in Cabo
Said we would only fuck once and would stop though
You know that’s a lie though
[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh you know, they don’t never do it better than the boy
Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy
Lord she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high
Fuck her and her friend on the PJ
You know I flew that girl to Turks on her bday
I got up under her skirt on her bday
Know I keep it in the stash house, on keepsake
Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k
Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight
Girl you know how we play

[Hook: Meek Mill]
And you know, and you know
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, ’cause I was fuckin’ with you
They said “She fuckin’ with him” I’m like, “She fuckin’ with who?”
‘Cause now she fuckin’ with me, ha

[Hook: Meek Mill]
He don’t be fuckin’ you like I be fuckin’ you
He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable
You know, shawty, you know
All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time
I’mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it’s crunch time
You know

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (Meek Mill)]
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
You know baby, somethin’ ’bout you lately
You know, you know, you (one time) never seize to amaze me (crunch time)
(One time, crunch time, you know)
You know, you know
You know, you know
(You know, you know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)

Roy Wood$ – Only You (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & 24Hrs) letras

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
Yea, yea
24 dollars
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time, yea
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
That’s what gets me writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her
You was always in my mind
But this time that I’m fucking little mami is for you to get on
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (Sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who are these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me "I don’t know"
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl, it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do, things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my denim
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross that line
Girl, it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo, cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me "I don’t know"
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs, know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And you got a body like a Coke bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch, I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go arousing me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming shorts on cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Do it at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls
Huh, huh, huh

Roy Woods – Only You Lyrics

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
Yea, yea
24 dollars
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time, yea
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
I feel like just writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her
You was always in my mind
But this time that I’m fucking little mami is for you to get on
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (Sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong
[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who are these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl, it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better?
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do, things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my denim
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross the line
Girl, it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo, cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She didn’t wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs, know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And you got a body like a Coke bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch, I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go arousing me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming shorts on cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Do it at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls
Huh, huh, huh

Roy Woods – Only You

[Intro: Roy Woods & 24hrs]
24 hours
That’s why I come to the woods one time
For 24 hours one time
No I don’t know, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know
What you doing for me, yeah, I don’t know
No I don’t know, I don’t know

[Verse 1: Roy Woods]
I meet you down south from Miami
Living your life like you ain’t got a family
Shawty always bringing up something
Can’t remember shit like I got alzheimer’s
You ain’t got that many problems
I feel like just writing these songs
What did you got in your favor
Tell ya was it y’all tell you more
Even though I was fucking on her, you was always in my mind
But this time that i’m fucking little mama was for you to get her
But when I’m inside her, sometimes I gotta pull out (sometimes I gotta pull out)
It was only you, only you I would love to feel wrong
[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls is my boo ’cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
It was only you with me
You were the only one for me
Who gone love you better
Ride the D like you
Freaky thing you do things with your tongue
Got a boss nigga sprung, let you drive the whip
Take you on a trip, Saint Laurent my dinner
I be going raw off in her
It was only you, It was only you
You said that pussy mine
I want it all the time
I see you every night
Promise you never lie
Don’t ever cross the line
Girl it was only you

[Pre-Hook: Roy Woods]
It was only you, now I don’t know
Who of these girls in my room? Cause I don’t know
If I ask you what to do, don’t tell me “I don’t know”
I wanted only you, now I don’t know

[Hook: 24hrs]
Girl it was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you
It was only you

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
Didn’t we met in the worst way
She didn’t wanna fuck on the first date
Doing 120 on the highway
24hrs know I get it my way
And it was only you
All the girls was a lie, it was only you
I won’t play no game, let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
And let’s just count my money
Everybody love you like a cold bottle
I like play house and I got four models
Bitch I got cash on me, put your ass on me
You can go down on me, you can go ransom me
21 chasing a cheque, 20 smoke weed on a jet
Swimming juice all cause the pussy too wet
Wanna fuck you and you, wanna fuck both of y’all
Two of them at the same damn time
You won’t tell nobody, y’all won’t tell nobody
Y’all can be 20’s girls