Made Man – Big Money (feat. Offset)

Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
I had to see how it would map
Big money, big money, big money, big money
I trapped in the game and I’m nailing it
Jumping in raw fist telling it
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up

Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
I make a play in a taxi
Yo, we are having our racks
Rocks on my wrist like a big [?]

(Offset!)
Thinking we playing for Michigan
Hundred rounds to your face, nigga been getting cake
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Yeah I’ve been ballin’ for three summers
Grind on can’t waste, copped the house with the lake
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Bigger the bag, the bigger the rich
I do not play with the racks

I get it back in one texting
But it do not got no kick on it
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Big money, big money, big money, big money
Big money, big money, big money, big money
I spent me a 30 in sacks
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Have my place comin’ in, comin’ in, M’n’M, M’n’M

Big money, big money, big money, big money
I run the game from the backseat
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
(Made Man!)
[Intro]
I brought the multiple bags
Made Man we having our way
Put it up!
20k spent in the mall again
I do not respect your big homie
All of my niggas sip medicine
Money won’t leave my ‘lone, [?]
[Hook]
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Broke niggas can’t relate, bad bitches paint their face

Made Man been straight
Big money, big money, big money, big money

[Offset]
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Yeah
Call on my phone, call on flights bitch I’m gone
Big money, big money, big money, big money
[Hook]
Put that shit up yeah
Lots of [?] I’m back again
He did know the driver was strapped
Big money, big money, big money, big money
She’s digging my style, I’m fucking your bitch
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Bricks you know we pedal it
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
I am in the trap with the blue Hondas
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up

I got, I got big money yeah
Big money, big money, big money, big money
Run with the pack get a hit on ya
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
My diamonds they coming from alien
Kill to [?] got a dick on it
No I can’t fall I don’t dishonor
Big bag coming home, nigga while on the phone
Big money, big money, big money, big money
C’mon
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Young rich nigga on, making nets on the trade
Big money, big money, big money, big money
I’m bringing Gambino right back
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Take off your top and detach
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Fuck on your bitch tape brick on her
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
[Hook]
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
Hop in the Wraith and I shit on ’em
Big money, big money, big money, big money
[Made Man]
Big money, big money, big money, big money

Put that lil’ shit up, put that lil’ shit up
I got more racks than your big homie
You know that I’m on, she know that I’m rich

Rejjie Snow – Flexin

Fuck the witness Beg your pardon?
You niggas don’t want it, man
All my homies slaughtered
My money don’t fold
Nigga, I’m just flexing
Rap you like that Christmas concert
Playing all my greatest hits
Nigga, I’m just flexing
[Chorus: Ebenezer]
You niggas don’t want it, man
Beg the boy to river-dance, I’m
Keep it in a rubber band
This album one and my first skit
Irish, what you fucking mean?
Now I ride around with a Lexus in my Lexus
I see you niggas watching
Keep it 100, no fronting
Pockets swole, you got me reckless
Young niggas just flexin’
Shotgun sitting, playing Marvin
Keep it in a rubber band
My money don’t fold

Greatest rapper, suck my dick
Keep it in a rubber band
Keep it in a rubber band
Nigga, I’m just flexing
My money don’t fold
My fists know them slave ships
Cruising, ramen noodle sponsored
My money don’t fold
This is how we do it, yeah
[Chorus: Ebenezer]

Still my boys shoot at police

This is how we flex

[Chorus: Ebenezer]
Cruising time, recline the whip
[Outro: Rejjie Snow]
Young niggas just flexin’
Now I ride around with a Lexus in my Lexus
Belly’s aching, fuck tomorrow
Chickenpox since ’97
Little boy, those skinny legs was

Breakdance on my mama’s Camry
Young niggas just flexin’
In his fucking dreams
This that shit that God was playing
Call me back, I’m sick of texting
Sloppy toppy, Mrs Simpson
Crooked cops and fucking opps
Young niggas just flexin’
Crashing up that Audi
Gold all in my diamond necklace
Young niggas just flexin’
[Chorus: Ebenezer]
Since ’96, I had gold all on my necklace
Gold chain, no case, love the system
That I’m pimping these flows, dolomite
Now I ride around with a Lexus in my Lexus
Young niggas just flexin’
Tippy-toeing through the streets
Sick of all you rappers claiming
Purple fluid, zombie walking
"Plug, plug", that’s kinda awkward
Sick of all you thotties’ plastic booties
This is how we flex
This is how we do it, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing
Cracker cracker (uh huh)
Record deals for major props
[Bridge 1: Rejjie Snow]
[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow]
Young niggas just flexin’
Nigga, I’m just flexing
Since ’96, I had gold all on my necklace
Fucking youts on intermission

She was bad and we were Christian
[Verse 2: Rejjie Snow]
Come, girl, shake your laffy taffy
Dreams of head inside the Lexus
Since ’96, I had gold all on my necklace
Since ’96, I had gold all on my necklace
Knick-knack-paddy-whack
Fade away, my knuckles knocking
[Bridge 2: Rejjie Snow]
Flashing off of that light switch

This is how we do it, yeah
Playing all my newest shit
That I’m chugging all night till the sun
Now I ride around with a Lexus in my Lexus
Young niggas just flexin’
I’m a schizo when I spit on track
You niggas don’t want it, man
I’ve got some Henny in my cup
You niggas don’t want it, man
My boo white, she hood rich

This is how we do it, yeah
I’ve got something on my mind

Shawn Mendes – There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back (Lyric Video)

You take me places that tear up my reputation

[Pre-Chorus]
There’s nothing holding me back
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
Confessing
[Pre-Chorus]
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
Not really into hesitation
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
You take me places that tear up my reputation
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
Oh, I’ve been shaking
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
‘Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
I love it when you go crazy
You take me places that tear up my reputation
You take all my inhibitions
If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
I wanna follow where she goes
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
Just picture everybody naked
Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing
Manipulate my decisions
Manipulate my decisions
I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright
She says that she’s never afraid
I wanna let her take control
I feel so free when you’re with me, baby

Baby, there’s nothing holding me back

There’s nothing holding me back

‘Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah
Manipulate my decisions
[Verse 2]
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
I love it when you go crazy
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
You take all my inhibitions
She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing

You take all my inhibitions
[Chorus]
Oh, I’ve been shaking
Oh, I’ve been shaking
[Chorus]

There’s nothing holding me back
Confessing, yeah
There’s nothing holding me back

She really doesn’t like to wait
I think about her and she knows it
And maybe I should stop and start confessing
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
[Bridge]
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back
I love it when you go crazy

Yo Gotti & Yfn Lucci – They Like (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
We like in the check, don’t it
We ain’t doin’ nothin’ ‘less you
Came through in that Lamb’, mood changed
Told that bitch I want her and her twin sister
Ay you like getting a check, don’t it
Told a bitch I like her and her girlfriend
Never knew I’t gon’ be like that
They like, yeah yeah yeah
I call VVS, don’t it, yeah
We like in the check, don’t it
Purse on deck, Rollie on set
She got gang babe, we call her Wu-Tang
She like, yeah yeah yeah
Price high, we can’t eat like that
I call VVS, don’t it, yeah
Talkin’ ’bout a nigga, ye ain’t never gon’ win

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
They like, yeah yeah yeah
She text me she ain’t fuck, I’m thinkin’ who ain’t
Chain got the CMG on that
Ay you like getting a check, don’t it
Then I fucked her with my chains on and my pistol
I got dope money in my Balmains
She like when we sex, don’t it, yeah
She like, yeah yeah yeah
Hair weave killer, call me 2 Chainz
Take a nigga bitch, I feel like Scarface
They like, yeah yeah yeah
They like, yeah yeah yeah

Let me spend a check on it
She like, yeah yeah yeah
No stress We fuckin’?
VVS, don’t it
She like real niggas, she don’t do lames
She like, yeah yeah yeah
Truck got the big B on that
She like when we say sex, don’t it, yeah
Damn her ass too big, I think they all fake
Niggas hatin’, you can’t eat like that
We like in the check, don’t it
We be fuckin’ up checks
Can’t knock her ‘fore I get no bread
Ay you like getting a check, don’t it
They like, yeah yeah yeah
They like, yeah yeah yeah
I’m a dope boy, I be ballin’
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
VVS, don’t it
I call VVS, don’t it, yeah
We ain’t liked you, we never did
She like when we say sex, don’t it, yeah
Lying on your dick, boy you too lame
Let me spend a check on it
Shawty thick, I just want that head
She like, yeah yeah yeah
I been bustin’ outta like a shootin’ rang’
Son foreign, got pregnant it in that Mulsanne
She like, yeah yeah yeah
[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Let me spend a check on it

Him? Obsessed Upset, him?

VVS, don’t it

Zaytoven – East Atlanta Day (feat. Gucci Mane & 21 Savage)

I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Drop down, broad day, niggas that on some shit, (Yeah)
Walking through my hood, looking like a hundred bricks
I got all this ice on me, shouldn’t even brought out all this shit

I’ma make them put it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
(21) Fucked yo baby momma, , yo kid’s Pampers need some changing ho.
Where ya from? Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Throw it up, nigga, East Atlanta Day Where ya from?
Leave a nigga with a fat lip, chains on me blingin’ ho
It’s Zaytoven and C-Note and Big Gucci in this bitch
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
21 and PDE, that’s the East Atlanta gang, (Gang)
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
All I hang around is drug dealers, killas, bangin’ ho (21)
We ain’t shoot nothin’ but them sticks, (Yeah)
And the way lil’ mama switchin’ you can tell she from the 6
Hit his car so many times, it did a backflip (Yeah)
We run East Atlanta, dare you think we don’t come skraightenin’ ho
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I ain’t got no fuck bitch, but a fat dick (21)
I shot a lot of niggas with this East Atlanta ‘K (21)
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day

Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got so much cash right now, don’t know what to with all this shit
So I’m boutta shoot my shot, I feel like Cupid in this bitch
Two hundred thousand dollar watch, I look just like a lick
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Nigga put his hands on me I’m goin’ stupid in this bitch

Drop top Chevelle, nigga, East Atlanta Day
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day

Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I robbed a lot of niggas in North Atlanta for their yay, (Facts)
East Atlanta Day
Eight-figure Gucci and I’m lookin’ like the shit
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day (Brr!)
30’s on the truck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I’ma give them hell, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Nigga we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Nigga we don’t give a fuck, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day
East Atlanta Day
They didn’t get no skraightening, but they feel some type of way
Nigga, East Atlanta Day, nigga, East Atlanta Day
We don’t fuck with 12, nigga, East Atlanta Day

Got me feeling like a young nigga, might pull up with the stick
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Yo girlfriend lookin’ at me like a groupie in this bitch
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
It’s a trap holiday, nigga, East Atlanta Day
This for Edgewood, this for Kirkwood, I brought Glenwood in this bitch

Organized Noize – Kush (feat. 2 Chainz & Joi)

Now twist ’em up and break me off
This a suite, that’s a room
[Pre-Chorus: Joi]
Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave
Many real pretend for the delicate rush
Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush
Three shots in, baby we too lye
Three shots in, baby we too lye
Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush
[Hook: Joi]
Yo, this audible, on the rap, callin’ four, treat this shit like Colin Firth
Many real pretend for the delicate rush
Now twist ’em up and break ’em off
[Hook: Joi]

Pockets deep, I need goggles
Stop playin’ wit’ me boy
Flow clean, no broom

Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush
Many real pretend for the delicate rush
If I don’t smoke one, I ain’t got no appetite
Three shots in, baby we too lye
[Outro: Joi (2x)]
She looks so good on top of me

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush
My philosophy, I like the no-panty type
Three shots in, baby we too lye
Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush
Many real pretend for the delicate rush
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave
Helicopter on my property, propellers properly
Buy a pint just to gargle
Sticky sweet flowers, they take me higher like your love
Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush
Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush
Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush
Kiss me like you mean it
[Intro/Pre-Chorus: Joi]
I got on the wire that got everybody watching me
Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush
I asleep, that’s a tomb

Codeine, no spoon
Go on a shopping spree, all about monopoly
Drinkin’ straight out the bottle
Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it
For my therapy, I roll some celery
Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave
All the shit that I endure
Record player spinnin’ on 14th Ave

Nef The Pharaoh – Back Out (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe

I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
It all started at a party, she was dancin’ seductive
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
She fell asleep with her ass out
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
Kissin’ on your breasts when you ride it (she said)
I know you been lookin’ for the one
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
Nigga, don’t sleep on me (yeah)
Wrote a four page letter, what a wonderful feelin’, my left eye
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
[Chorus: Nef The Pharaoh]
That booty got a mind of its own
I don’t really kiss and tell, you just gotta wish me well
[Chorus: Nef The Pharaoh]
She said, "Dolla, I can take the D" (oh yeah)
Fine like wine, she cold enough to freeze over hell
Don’t you ever count me out (me out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
"Boy, you know I never be a savage"
Then Snoop came on, we got a sexual eruption
Give her TLC, she waterfall on me
You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
Switchin’ positions ’til she pass out
She don’t wanna be a player, be fun
Go a little crazy when I think about baby
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
Like to get choked when I’m on top (on top)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out

I’m a certified freak, no doubt
‘Tron got you all in your zone

You ain’t had a real nigga in your life, ayy
Smack you on the ass and you tell me go all the (go all the)
The chain, I make ’em tap out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I can tell by the look in your eyes, babe
She got me goin’ crazy for her coco pops
Well, I bet you can’t do it on the pole
So I hit her with the jawn, wake her up
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out

I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
I got somethin’ to blow your back out
[Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh]
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
[Chorus: Nef The Pharaoh]
And I won’t give it to nobody else, ooh yeah, aw, yeah
Dolla blow my back out, ooh yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)
Like a boat, you one in a million
I hit it and pull her tracks out
You said, "Dolla, don’t leave me here alone"
I got somethin’ to blow your back out (back out)

Nas – Systematic

[Chorus: Nas]
And Grand Puba, Maxwell to get cash while
It’s crazy to think in the eighties
[Post-Chorus: Nas]
No backup check, put cash in my palms and we good
Methodical corporate culture, straight out the projects
Should make you feel is my new expression
Can’t see me, but Nas movin’ the fastest
Time is now
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
I’m a vessel, I’m humble
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time, time-time
And Nike sweatsuits and Gucci links
[Verse 2: Nas]
The system’s fucked, it’s corrupt
It only feeds itself, the system
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen
[Chorus: Nas]
Place two cups of cranberry in the skillet
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen

Should make you feel is my new expression
I’m like a Russian mob figure, I’m mad low
I wanted minks, and a Benz to listen to Michael
In the shadows, pick up the shadow
Don’t listen, just try to feel what I’m feelin’
Wooh!
Systematic, uh
Systematic
The world first
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
[Outro]
I’m sippin’ on drinks
Time-time is now
Transformin’ global markets with all of my partners
Let it cook for eight minutes, but you ain’t finished
Let it simmer to the cranberry pop a little

Lack of respect, get you to fall where you stood
Meetin’ start ups, I invest if I want to
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Mathematics is God’s language, it’s in my blood

I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses
Cherish the present and work for tomorrow
The system will defeat itself
Should make you feel is my new expression
Remember the past?
A half a cup of water, add some Henny
Hold your breath for fifteen seconds
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Systematic
Art, music, letters and numbers
No place and origin, no beginnin’ cycle
[Post-Chorus: Nas]
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Yo I think it exists just because like a pit eats its pups eats its own litter up
Let’s occupy our streets
Should make you feel is my new expression
It gets in your blood, you start to feel what I’m feelin’
Keep stirrin’, sip it, it’s art like Keith Haring
[Verse 1: Nas]
I wish I was a arms dealer to sale illegal arms in the hood
Close your eyes, cover your ears, do not listen

I’m a 3D movie, no need of glasses
What’s the ingredients to the realest?
As for its own survival, it’s genocidal
Try to feel what I’m sayin’
Nothing stays in a steady state It overheats and melts
Systematic
DJ Shadow, a rose and thrown blows

Hold your breath for fifteen seconds

Lil Duke – Diamonds Dancing (feat. Young Thug)

So many niggas turned they back on me
I stay high like a balcony
Ah
Can’t go trustin’ these bitches that scandalous
She suckin’ my dick and she just wanna pamper me
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Leava after the show and they runnin’ right after me
This that real shit, you know

Dancin’ the street like it’s on, yeah
Shawty bad, I spend a bag on it, yeah
Break on the car and just pack down

Yeah, yeah
I sit my trunk on some meek katanas
She throw that ass like you know I’m gon’ handle it
She say she love me, "Baby you’re so talented"
Keep makin’ mum and dad proud
We screamin’ fuck you know you gotta pay me
I stay high like a balcony
Flyin’ in a falcon, B
Yeah, yeah
My bitch know I’m fly like a private jet
Money ten feet tall, she want me now
Pull up and hop out the Lambo, they starin’ now
[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah, yeah

I’ma get money, won’t back down
And I’m still screamin’ free Yank Duggan
They say I get money, don’t know how to act
She throw that ass like you know I’m gon’ handle it
That’s why I keep that strap on me
Yeah, yeah
She throw that ass like you know I’m gon’ handle it
Countin’ these numbers like 90, bitch, you wanna hassle me
Flyin’ in a falcon, B

He call me homie, ain’t ran nothin’
Diamonds dancin’
I’m so in love with the money, I married it
And we all for the takin’
[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
I just put some pack in the street, nigga throw it (facts)
I told shawty the bag comin’
Pull up and hop out the Lambo, they starin’ now
That’s why I keep that strap on me
She say she love me, "Baby you’re so talented"
Can’t go trustin’ these bitches that scandalous
She say she love me, "Baby you’re so talented"
Flyin’ in a falcon, B
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
So many niggas turned they back on me
Leava after the show and they runnin’ right after me
I don’t wanna fuck, baby, I just want me some neck
Shawty bad, I put a bag on it
Bae, keep callin’, see at home, never
That’s why I keep that strap on me
Diamonds dancin’
And I still got AWOL on that nigga and his homies now (go AWOL)
Say we don’t fly nothin’ but them private jets
I stay high like a balcony

I just might need that pussy, got me cravin’
Percocets, Henny, she got me faded
We takin’ flights out to Vegas
And she know she wanna have my lil’ babies
I tell her all her trash is amazin’
Yeah, yeah
I just put some diamonds in her plane, start rollin’
She suckin’ my dick and she just wanna pamper me
She suckin’ my dick and she just wanna pamper me
Can’t go trustin’ these bitches that scandalous
Leava after the show and they runnin’ right after me
I’m so in love with the money, I married it
I hit the ground with that bag runnin’
On the grind, I’m tryna get me a check
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
Countin’ these numbers like 90, bitch, you wanna hassle me
Yeah, yeah
I just put some icey on all my woadies (fancy)
He got a bitch with a bad body
But I can’t give that to you ’cause I hear you ran it, run it, ayy
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Countin’ these numbers like 90, bitch, you wanna hassle me
I can’t explain how I get dangerous
I’m so in love with the money, I married it
Pull up and hop out the Lambo, they starin’ now
Diamonds dancin’
So many niggas turned they back on me

Keke Palmer – Wind Up (feat. Quavo)

She look like she from China
[Verse 2: Quavo]
I call her curvy (curvy)
Check, check
[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
So you mad ’cause I came up, came up, bitches
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
I bought my mom a Benz but you say you want this Audi (mama, skrrt)
Now bring that ass back, rewind ya
Flash bulbs everywhere, paparazzi sic me

But you cross the world like find ya (find ya)
I guess I owe everythin’ home to my viddy
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er

See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Get that bag now
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up
Line up, li-line up
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
Put 10 on me, your problems, I promise we can solve ’em
[Verse 1: Keke Palmer]
Shoot her down like marshal
Her best friend her stylist (her best friend)
[Pre-Chorus: Keke Palmer]
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)
Put that money on lil’ baby
I found her on the island
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
She don’t do this often (no)
She love my trap analysis (ayy)
Since 9 years on, I been in the kitchen
Favorite color pink (pink)
And I ain’t sittin’ down for no nigga, feel me
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er

Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
Family gotta eat (eat), that mean I gotta get that cake
Then she say I can’t handle it (huh)
Is she worth it?
When I see when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Quavo fire like arson (ayy)
I’m goin’ to find her
Ain’t know your purses (purses)
Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Plus I heard she workin’ (workin’)
Check, hol’ up, hol’ up
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
Hard work
You think that I won’t put it on the line, yeah, I doubt it

Get that, get that bag now
Roll one and smoke one, I can’t live without it
I promise, baby, I promise, baby
Line up, li-line up
So tell ’em stop bitching, and motherfucker listen

It was me and my mama, my motherfuckin’ fam
[Verse 3: Quavo]
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er
[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
I’m James Worthy (Worthy)
We livin’ in mansions and palaces (uh)
I’m at your service (service)
Taste like ice cream (ice cream)
Her pussy so wet, need a towel (splash)
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)
Ain’t know for certain (certain)
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up
From the gutter, gutter
Check, hol’ up, hol’ up, 1-2, 1 motherfuckin’ 2
All the way to California in the caravan

Her flavor sherbet (sherbet)
But she know it’s poppin’
Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
Pardon me if my eyes kinda low, I can’t see ya
Is it worth it? (Worth it)
She havin’ relationship goals (huh)
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)
[Chorus: Keke Palmer]
She deserve it
I promise, baby, I promise, baby
See when I wanna, I get down on ‘er (Keke)
It better be that Birkin (Birkin)
Wind up, wind up, tell ’em old bitches
Her pussy watercolor fountain
(Style) I like your style, who designed ya?
All my boss bitches wind up, wind up
Line up, li-line up
Check, Keke, check
Line up, li-line up
[Intro: Keke Palmer]
Quavo tune it, I got grind ya (grind ya)
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)

Took her to the room and mounted it (smash)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)
I don’t pull up, Uber came to get me
Ayy, ayy
‘Fore I put her in the grinder, grinder (Keke)
Money and fame, I balanced it (woah)

Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa – Always High

That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned

I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
I ain’t got no job, smoke weed at the job
Just smoked out the Mulsanne
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
I ain’t got no plans, you can bring your friends they can all join in
Too damn high, man don’t hit my phone
President don’t fuck with us, that’s why we gotta roll one up
[Verse: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa]
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
And if it ain’t Green Sui’, then you know it’s KK
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Bout to break me down a pound and roll up a zone, nigga
Let me hit that bong
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
Cause you already know what I’m on
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
In her panties, in her bra tryna get a nigga hard
Smoking weed with your broad
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
Most niggas gotta rob cause the
Your bitch ridin’ now she in [?]
Cause it’s legal now so the plants gon’ grow
And my eyes so low, I’m in my zone
That’s why we gotta roll one up

If it ain’t that dope, don’t roll it up
That’s why we gotta roll one up
I roll too much weed smoke on my own
I just hit her base like a baseball game
Smoke so much that I’m in the stars
Don’t fuck up my high, don’t fuck up my day
Getting too damn stoned
Ain’t gotta send it through the mail
That’s why we gotta roll one up
I got girls rollin up what they came here for, smoke so much till I can’t no more
Smoke green suicide, yeah I got my own strain
I roll too much weed to smoke on my own
I just put new rims on a oldschool car
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Getting too damn stoned
I ain’t worried about 12, I can make me a sale
That’s why we gotta roll one up
We don’t smoke that mid, only smoke that strong
I smoke more than you move them thangs
Finna roll a paperplane
OG Kush got me movin’ slow
That’s why we gotta roll one up
Getting too damn stoned
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
I’m always high, I’m always drunk getting too fucked up
And you already know what’s in my cup
That’s why we gotta roll one up
That’s why we gotta roll one up

Jay Critch – Ok Fine (feat. PnB Rock)

I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Thought I would be broke for forever, bitch, I’m ballin’
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a Lambo’, hey
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I been really on my grind for the dope
She say that I flex, I do the most
Just hit my trap phone, ayy What you need?
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
Hey, big knots, blue cheese in a Balmain
She say that I flex, I do the most
Know I had to flex, yeah, I ain’t never sorry
Hey, hey
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)

Shawty, you too basic, I can’t be your man, no
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow

I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Used to ride the bus, now I pull up in a ‘rari, hey
Run up, try to take it, you know I got that hammer
Now I got a mansion, now my diamonds dancin’
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
[Intro: Jay Critch]
Just hit my trap phone, ayy What you need?
Now I pull up in a ‘rari
I’m pushin’ the Wraith, ‘member dreamin’ ’bout a Phantom
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
Ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the Fanta
Nigga we ain’t playin’ with that money, got it on me
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
I been really on my grind for the dope
[Verse: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
I just got some money, ran off with your shawty
Drove past my ex, yeah, that bitch was lookin’ salty

Peep the haters’ faces, I know that they can’t stand it
Diamonds they are racist, flashin’ like a camera
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah

Fetty Wap – 420

Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride ay
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
Baby I’m that nigga from the island, island
[Verse 1]
I woke up, they were asleep

I got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride ay
Take her down, no wonder why she wilin’, wilin’
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride me right

And I keep a big check on me, I got money, what you mean?
I’ll put you right on a flight
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
Keep that six pack, homie, that savvy bitch that know me
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
[Intro]
Can I do this day over? This some shit you won’t believe
Got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
[Hook]
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
Keep a big gat on me and seven niggas know me
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight
I can make her feel like she is flyin’, flyin’
Are you ridin’ tonight, yeah?
[Hook]
Do your thing, think I got a hangover
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite

Got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
Do this on my chainsmoker, roll it up
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
(This is rap)
I be high as a kite, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride me right
Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride me right
[Hook]
Yeah, I fuck with her, shawty, she the wildest
Yeah, shawty said that I be acting childish
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
[Verse 2]
I got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
Yeah, better go girl, yeah, better know girl

Yeah, yeah, I like when you ride ay
I give shawty lap and she be dyin’, dyin’
Get your bitch stacked, homie, I might get that bitch a weed
Yeah, I just call her sexy and she stylin’
Got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
I just took me [?] but my shawty stayed over
She know I’mma smoke a motherfucker, I be high as a kite
I got a question lil mama, is you ridin’ tonight?
Ay, rollin’ up they wanna put you right in the flight

Bruno Mars – That’s What I Like (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 3: Bruno Mars]
To show you how I’m stuntin’ (ya)
[Bridge: Bruno Mars]
But love the way you fuck me
Everything 24 karats
Turn around and drop it for a pimp
Drop, drop it for me

Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Wake up with no jammies (Nope)
‘Cause you’re my type of woman
Babe, I like the way you touch me
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Say the word and we go

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Anything you want, just to put a smile on it

Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
So gon’ and get to clappin’

And I got all this money (It’s Gucci)

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
If you want it, girl come and get it
It’s Gucci Mane and Bruno
But I’m in love with you though
Girl, ain’t no need for frontin’
All this is here for you
Sex by the fire at night
Now tell me who’s the fairest
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
Your ex is unimportant
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
You and your ass invited
I got a condo in Manhattan
Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let’s put some miles on it
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Strawberry champagne on ice
That boy can’t even afford it
Said you got it if you want it
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You got it if you want it
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
Gold jewelry shining so bright
I drive so many foreigns
Sex by the fire at night

Pop, pop it for me
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sex by the fire at night
If you say you want a good time
[Verse 4: Gucci Mane]
Julio serve that scampi (Julio!)
A lot of women want me
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
(is it me?) Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me?
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Shopping sprees in Paris
Anything you want, just to put a smile on it
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
‘Cause you got what I’m wanting
You can be my freaka
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
And I’m gonna give it to you
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Tell me what’s on your mind (what’s on your mind)
Got, got it if you want it
That’s one dynamic duo
Strawberry champagne on ice
Take a look in that mirror
Lobster tail for dinner
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita
Take my wallet if you want it now
Well here I am baby, here I am baby
So pop it for a pimp
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
Tell me baby, tell me, tell me baby
Wanna fly you out the country

[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby
What you tryna do
Baby I should be deported
And I’m gonna give it to you
Jump in the Cadillac, girl, let’s put some miles on it
Gold jewelry shining so bright
[Verse 2: Bruno Mars]

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Dua Lipa – Lost In Your Light (feat. Miguel)

Let’s get lost in the light, baby
Let’s get lost in the light, baby (All night)
Honey
Hold me, trust me
I wanna stay right here all night, baby

Let’s get lost in the light, baby (Alright)

Touch attempted with pleasure
[Verse 1: Dua Lipa]
One taste and I’m hooked on it
Waves of running feelings
Hold me, trust me
(All night, darling)

[Chorus: Both & Miguel]
My will keeps bending and breaking
I’m gonna ride in your love all night
Reckless, tangled, suspended
Let me ride in your love all night, babe
I wanna stay right here all night, baby (Alright)
Now everything’s vivid, vivid
I don’t need a paycheck (Don’t need a paycheck)
[Verse 2: Miguel]
I’m addicted to your light
Lost in your light, baby

(All night, all night)
Midnight, your eyes
(All night, alright)
[Pre-Chorus: Dua Lipa]
I wanna die in your love all night, babe
You and me, some money, babe
I wanna stay right here all night, baby
I’m
Lost in your light, baby
Hold me, touch me
Lost in your light, baby (Alright)
[Chorus: Dua Lipa & Miguel & Both]
[Bridge: Both & Miguel]
Bitter wine, conversations

Oh
You know you can hide in my arms all night now
You want it all, nothing’s wasted
Let’s get lost in the light, baby
Don’t laugh, I know you want it
I wanna stay right here all night, baby
Hold me, trust me
Over and over

I wanna stay right here all night, baby
Woman
[Chorus: Dua Lipa]
Floating weightless, I’m willing
[Pre-Chorus: Both & Miguel]
I wanna stay right here all night, baby