(Ahem)
Check, check, check
(Liljumadedisbeat)
Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk
Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout
Niggas ain't real when the shit really count
That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth
Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap
Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that (woo)
Free JT (ay)
Real bitches f*ck wit' me (ay)
I don't do shit for the free, man
Y'all niggas gotta pay me (ay)
Put some respect on my team (huh)
I'm the 1501 queen (ay)
Bitch, you better learn who run it
'Cause all this money gotta come through me (ay)
I keep it realer than real
F*ck all the critics and f*ck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (bitch)
Still hanging with the same crew (ay)
Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger
Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter
Hotter any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter
If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum
They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em
Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em
I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ah
Yeah (hmm)
I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit
I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit
(I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit)
Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit
I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit
Ay, ay, ay, yeah
These hoes know who to play with
On the internet, all with the gang shit (ay)
They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch
But when they come around me they don't say shit (okay)
Ay, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
Ain't f*ckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me
Got that big budget with no major deal
Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal
I am not signing for less than a mil
If you don't like it, then f*ck how you feel
Dreams, f*ck with Kel
J-bone, what's the deal?
In the section with the bands
Bring them girls over here
I keep it realer than real
F*ck all them critics and f*ck how they feel
I'm getting money, it is what it is
They wanna know how I did what I did
Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (bitch)
'Cause I ain't worried bout you (bitch)
Nah, I don't wanna be cool (bitch)
Still hanging' with the same crew (ay)
Megan Thee Stallion - Fever Album Lyrics
Megan Thee Stallion - Fever Lyrics
Writer: Julian Martrel Mason, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hood Rat Shit
I want to do it 'cause it's fun
It's fun to do bad things
(Hood rat shit)
Drive into a car (ah)
Did you know you could perhaps kill somebody? (Mwuah)
Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends
Ay, ay, yeah
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ah)
I'm from South Park
I be in Dead End
I move to the 'burbs and put my friends on some licks
They wanna know 'bout me
They say, "Tell me your story"
Only thing you need to know is I'm in love with the money
Out here and I'm getting it, ay
Young rich bitch, I'm pretty, ay
Little bitty boys, big titties
Whole lotta hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
405-0 can't stop shit
All my niggas gon' pop shit, ay
Big ol', big ol', big ol' ass, all my bitches gonna pop shit
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ah)
Bitch, keep talking that shit from your Honda
Hoes love to act, but they ain't with the drama
Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda
Bitch, run up and get hit with the one-done
Hood rat shit, yeah, with my hood rat friends
You ain't from my hood
What you doing round here?
Asking all them questions
You must be the Feds
Better get from round here
'Fore you wind up dead
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ahh)
Moved out the hood but I still throw that bitch up
Came in the club with a clique full of shooters
Niggas get stiff, they call me Medusa
I don't wanna f*ck without the Medula
Hood rich, doing hood shit
That ain't no champagne in my glass, ho
This some Henny bitch
At the strip eating chicken wings with a thick bitch
Make it clap
She be dancing just like the diamonds up in my necklace
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ah)
It's fun to do bad things
(Hood rat shit)
Drive into a car (ah)
Did you know you could perhaps kill somebody? (Mwuah)
Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends
Ay, ay, yeah
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ah)
I'm from South Park
I be in Dead End
I move to the 'burbs and put my friends on some licks
They wanna know 'bout me
They say, "Tell me your story"
Only thing you need to know is I'm in love with the money
Out here and I'm getting it, ay
Young rich bitch, I'm pretty, ay
Little bitty boys, big titties
Whole lotta hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
405-0 can't stop shit
All my niggas gon' pop shit, ay
Big ol', big ol', big ol' ass, all my bitches gonna pop shit
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ah)
Bitch, keep talking that shit from your Honda
Hoes love to act, but they ain't with the drama
Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda
Bitch, run up and get hit with the one-done
Hood rat shit, yeah, with my hood rat friends
You ain't from my hood
What you doing round here?
Asking all them questions
You must be the Feds
Better get from round here
'Fore you wind up dead
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ahh)
Moved out the hood but I still throw that bitch up
Came in the club with a clique full of shooters
Niggas get stiff, they call me Medusa
I don't wanna f*ck without the Medula
Hood rich, doing hood shit
That ain't no champagne in my glass, ho
This some Henny bitch
At the strip eating chicken wings with a thick bitch
Make it clap
She be dancing just like the diamonds up in my necklace
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Everywhere we go (yeah) we be drinking Hen (ay)
Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh, yeah) hood rat shit (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (yeah) with my hood rat friends (ay, yeah)
Hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ay)
Doing hood rat shit (huh) with my hood rat friends (ah)
Writer: Kim Candilora II, Megan J. Pete, Paul Alejandro Penso
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pimpin
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up (swipe)
Drop it off in your f*cking face, it's the sawed-off (hey, yeah)
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass ate(hey)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the f*ck in there (hey, hey)
Damn, I want some head but I chose the dough instead
I could never ever let a nigga f*ck me out my bread
Ain't no dick alive that could make me lose my mind
Every nigga that done tried still be cryin' on my line
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick
These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit
Hey, gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe a nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
He said he ain't trickin' (what?)
And he said he ain't lickin' (ugh!)
Nigga, why you over here with all that little kid shit?
Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him
He say he gon' knock my head off
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it"
Boy, you need me, I don't need you, lil' nigga
Bitch, is you f*cking yo' niggas? Then hit 'em
You ain't been up in no pussy this tight
I want a nigga, I know how to get him
Blowin' him off then he blowin' me up
Thinkin' he something, I treat him like nothin'
These niggas know they ain't nothin' to me
Givin' me money or making me nut
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Flew to LA, hit Rodeo
I been out here makin' queso
I bought all my shit in cash
They treat me like I'm movin' yayo
I go shopping by myself so they know I don't need a nigga
But you know he breaking bread if you see me with the nigga
I rock shows by myself
Ain't no backup, ain't no help
Ain't no nigga put me on
Ho, I earned all my respect
When you hear my f*cking name
Know they speaking on a champ
Everything that I done been through made me who I am right now, ah
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Thirty inches, I'm gon' swing that shit
Copy me, I peep that shit
Popping on my own
I ain't never tried to be a bitch
Ain't no chick alive who can knock me off my grind
Every ho that came and tried
Out here strugglin', looking tired
Going to school, breaking the rules
Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude
Bought me a house, ice out my neck
Go to the hood, get my granny the rest
I see those haters, I don't complain
I must be poppin' if they know my name
Bitch I'm a pimp, where is my cane
Ho get too close and get slapped with the rain
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your f*cking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the f*ck in there
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your f*cking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in
Drop it off in your f*cking face, it's the sawed-off (hey, yeah)
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass ate(hey)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the f*ck in there (hey, hey)
Damn, I want some head but I chose the dough instead
I could never ever let a nigga f*ck me out my bread
Ain't no dick alive that could make me lose my mind
Every nigga that done tried still be cryin' on my line
Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick
These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit
Hey, gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe a nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
He said he ain't trickin' (what?)
And he said he ain't lickin' (ugh!)
Nigga, why you over here with all that little kid shit?
Bitch, I'm not yo' BM or no bitch that beg to see him
He say he gon' knock my head off
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just eat it"
Boy, you need me, I don't need you, lil' nigga
Bitch, is you f*cking yo' niggas? Then hit 'em
You ain't been up in no pussy this tight
I want a nigga, I know how to get him
Blowin' him off then he blowin' me up
Thinkin' he something, I treat him like nothin'
These niggas know they ain't nothin' to me
Givin' me money or making me nut
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Flew to LA, hit Rodeo
I been out here makin' queso
I bought all my shit in cash
They treat me like I'm movin' yayo
I go shopping by myself so they know I don't need a nigga
But you know he breaking bread if you see me with the nigga
I rock shows by myself
Ain't no backup, ain't no help
Ain't no nigga put me on
Ho, I earned all my respect
When you hear my f*cking name
Know they speaking on a champ
Everything that I done been through made me who I am right now, ah
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Thirty inches, I'm gon' swing that shit
Copy me, I peep that shit
Popping on my own
I ain't never tried to be a bitch
Ain't no chick alive who can knock me off my grind
Every ho that came and tried
Out here strugglin', looking tired
Going to school, breaking the rules
Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude
Bought me a house, ice out my neck
Go to the hood, get my granny the rest
I see those haters, I don't complain
I must be poppin' if they know my name
Bitch I'm a pimp, where is my cane
Ho get too close and get slapped with the rain
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in his f*cking face just to saw it off
Gotta get my ass ate, gotta make that ass shake
Gotta swipe this nigga card so much they had to call the bank
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your f*cking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, I gotta gets the f*ck in there
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, raise 'em up, raise 'em up
Drop it off in your f*cking face, it's the sawed-off
Gotta get my ass in, gotta get my ass in
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Cash Shit
Real hot girl shit
Yeah, I'm in my bag, but I'm in his too
And that's why every time you see me, I got some new shoes
Ah, muah, ay, look
(Lil Ju made this beat)
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get off', hold up
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get offended
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna, hold up
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna wait
I can't be f*cked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ay
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ay
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah
You know why these bitches love me? (why?)
'Cause Baby don't give a f*ck (what you do?)
I be fixin' the weave while she suckin' my dick
Pull it out, then I titty f*ck (uh, uh)
I f*ck her from the back and she nasty, killin' her
Know how I give it up (yeah, yeah)
I be cool on 'em, bitch, ain't no pressure (uh-uh)
'Til I met this lil' freak, her name Megan (ooh)
This lil' thing here a stallion, look how she walk
Look how she talk, she sexy (muah)
I like when they pretty and ghetto (uh-huh)
Type of bitch that don't even say hello (yeah, yeah)
And whenever we f*ck, she be f*ckin' me back
Put her in the headlock with my elbow (mmh)
Now she done reversed it
Got up on the dick and ride the shit like a Camaro, uh
I can't be f*cked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ay
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ay
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah (hey, hey, look)
I don't be stressin' 'bout none of these niggas
When they be talkin', I don't even listen
Tellin' me secrets, I probably forget it
But I'ma tune in when he say he gon' lick it
He told 'em send me a pic 'cause he miss me
I told him send me a stack if he really
I don't be trusting these tricks 'cause they tricky
Send him a pic of somebody else titties
I'm a finesser and I'm a fly dresser
Move to the top floor and flew in my dresser
My bitches hustle, make money together
Your bitches birds and they flockin' together
I can't decide if I want the new Louis
Dapper Dan yellow, I'm always in Gucci
Your mama don't bring your dad to the mall
'Cause when he be in there she know he be choosin'
I can't be f*cked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ay
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ay
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah
Yeah, I'm in my bag, but I'm in his too
And that's why every time you see me, I got some new shoes
Ah, muah, ay, look
(Lil Ju made this beat)
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get off', hold up
Bitch, I'm a star, got these niggas wishin'
He say he hungry, this pussy the kitchen
Yeah, that's my dawg, he gon' sit down and listen
Call him a trick and he don't get offended
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna, hold up
He know he giving his money to Megan
He know it's very expensive to date me
Told him go put my name on that account
Because when I need money, I ain't tryna wait
I can't be f*cked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ay
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ay
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah
You know why these bitches love me? (why?)
'Cause Baby don't give a f*ck (what you do?)
I be fixin' the weave while she suckin' my dick
Pull it out, then I titty f*ck (uh, uh)
I f*ck her from the back and she nasty, killin' her
Know how I give it up (yeah, yeah)
I be cool on 'em, bitch, ain't no pressure (uh-uh)
'Til I met this lil' freak, her name Megan (ooh)
This lil' thing here a stallion, look how she walk
Look how she talk, she sexy (muah)
I like when they pretty and ghetto (uh-huh)
Type of bitch that don't even say hello (yeah, yeah)
And whenever we f*ck, she be f*ckin' me back
Put her in the headlock with my elbow (mmh)
Now she done reversed it
Got up on the dick and ride the shit like a Camaro, uh
I can't be f*cked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ay
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ay
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah (hey, hey, look)
I don't be stressin' 'bout none of these niggas
When they be talkin', I don't even listen
Tellin' me secrets, I probably forget it
But I'ma tune in when he say he gon' lick it
He told 'em send me a pic 'cause he miss me
I told him send me a stack if he really
I don't be trusting these tricks 'cause they tricky
Send him a pic of somebody else titties
I'm a finesser and I'm a fly dresser
Move to the top floor and flew in my dresser
My bitches hustle, make money together
Your bitches birds and they flockin' together
I can't decide if I want the new Louis
Dapper Dan yellow, I'm always in Gucci
Your mama don't bring your dad to the mall
'Cause when he be in there she know he be choosin'
I can't be f*cked with, no
Ho you can't touch this, ay
Bitch, I do rich shit, huh
My money thick thick, ay
Walk with a limp, limp, huh
I'm on some pimp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, huh
I'm in my bag, bitch, huh
I'm on your ass, bitch, huh
I'm in that new new shit
You on that last year, huh
Bitch, I do pimp shit, huh
Ho, you on simp shit, ay
He say, "You all about money," yeah
I'm on that cash shit, ah
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Max Julian, Megan J Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
W.A.B
(Mario)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (hey, hey, hey)
F*ck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (huh)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (ay, uh)
Yeen 'bout that shit, bitch, so don't play with me, ho (yeah)
If I run up in your shit, you'll swear I'm dead wrong (ay, ay, ay)
All that internet shit, don't get f*cked up by the posts (yeah, by the posts)
Tough in the comments, but in person you a joke (ay, huh)
Promise this ain't what you want
Run through your shit like a comb
All that rah-rah, talkin' loud
Need to watch your f*ckin' tone
Man, you finna piss me off (ay, ay)
If you 'bout it, bring 'em out (bring 'em out)
You ain't never gon' address me
Don't know who you talkin' 'bout (ay, yeah)
I want all the smoke (come here)
Don't run when you see me (come here)
Talkin' 'bout what you would do
And you ain't never really done it (ay, yeah)
Ho, you scary and you know it
Watch your mouth before I ho ya
Disrespectful, I'ma rub my pussy on ya nigga forehead
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Yeah, uh
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (hey, hey, hey, yuh)
F*ck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (huh, and your weak ass clique)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (ay, uh)
Everything I say, I do that (ay)
Bitch I'm 'bout it, but you knew that (ay)
I don't need the crowd
Pull up one deep right wherever you at (ay, ay, yeah)
Bitches hate me 'cause I'm sexy
Buyin' shit that I was blessed with
I can't argue with no ho about a nigga I be dissin'
You need to relax, sis
'Fore you get spanked like a bad kid
I do not know who is gassin' you up (ay, ay)
But I'll knock the key out your back, bitch (back, bitch)
I wanna see what you really about
I wanna to see if you really get down (yeah)
Know that you goofy the way that you talkin' (ay, ay)
But I wanna see if you really a clown
Talking shit about me, mhmm
When you see me, ain't gon' do nothin'
Got connections out in Texas
Make my niggas come and shoot somethin' (ay, ay, bow-bow-bow)
Keep it cool but I'm dramatic (hey, hey)
Rub me wrong and get this static
Bitches stackin' like they 'bow
But if they see me, they gon' panic
Huh
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ol' weak ass hoes)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (huh)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, ay)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Bow)
Weak ass, bitch (bow, bow)
Weak ass, bitch (ol' weak ass hoes)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, huh)
Mario
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (hey, hey, hey)
F*ck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (huh)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (ay, uh)
Yeen 'bout that shit, bitch, so don't play with me, ho (yeah)
If I run up in your shit, you'll swear I'm dead wrong (ay, ay, ay)
All that internet shit, don't get f*cked up by the posts (yeah, by the posts)
Tough in the comments, but in person you a joke (ay, huh)
Promise this ain't what you want
Run through your shit like a comb
All that rah-rah, talkin' loud
Need to watch your f*ckin' tone
Man, you finna piss me off (ay, ay)
If you 'bout it, bring 'em out (bring 'em out)
You ain't never gon' address me
Don't know who you talkin' 'bout (ay, yeah)
I want all the smoke (come here)
Don't run when you see me (come here)
Talkin' 'bout what you would do
And you ain't never really done it (ay, yeah)
Ho, you scary and you know it
Watch your mouth before I ho ya
Disrespectful, I'ma rub my pussy on ya nigga forehead
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay)
Weak ass, bitch (ay, yeah)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (huh)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I, when I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Yeah, uh
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (hey, hey, hey, yuh)
F*ck you and your weak ass, weak ass friends (huh, and your weak ass clique)
Don't nobody want your man, weak ass dick (ay, uh)
Everything I say, I do that (ay)
Bitch I'm 'bout it, but you knew that (ay)
I don't need the crowd
Pull up one deep right wherever you at (ay, ay, yeah)
Bitches hate me 'cause I'm sexy
Buyin' shit that I was blessed with
I can't argue with no ho about a nigga I be dissin'
You need to relax, sis
'Fore you get spanked like a bad kid
I do not know who is gassin' you up (ay, ay)
But I'll knock the key out your back, bitch (back, bitch)
I wanna see what you really about
I wanna to see if you really get down (yeah)
Know that you goofy the way that you talkin' (ay, ay)
But I wanna see if you really a clown
Talking shit about me, mhmm
When you see me, ain't gon' do nothin'
Got connections out in Texas
Make my niggas come and shoot somethin' (ay, ay, bow-bow-bow)
Keep it cool but I'm dramatic (hey, hey)
Rub me wrong and get this static
Bitches stackin' like they 'bow
But if they see me, they gon' panic
Huh
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (ol' weak ass hoes)
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (huh)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, yeah)
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, ay)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch (Bow)
Weak ass, bitch (bow, bow)
Weak ass, bitch (ol' weak ass hoes)
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, bitch
Weak ass, bitch (yeah, huh)
Mario
Writer: Jonathan Demario Priester, Jordan Houston, Megan J. Pete, Paul Beauregard
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Best You Ever Had
Ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout that
DJ Chose
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I be actin' up right before he come to see me
He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"
Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"
Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah
I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him
When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga
Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller
And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
Yeah, I know you like that, when I talk to you like a freak
I wanna feel it deep so I rolled it on my feet
He say he feel intimidated when he talk to me
I got that hardcore but he want that R&B, ah
Boy, we can make sweet love for hours
Open up for you like flowers
The deeper you go, I get louder
Make it rain on you like showers
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I'ma hold it down for you, and put it down on you
Can't nobody else ride how I ride for you
And if a bitch get slick, knock her down for you
And if you're lookin' for me, I'ma be around for you
You got a diamond, boy, you better act like it
You f*ckin' with the baddest, you ain't gotta cap like it
He know I'm the baddest bitch he ever had
Post me on the 'Gram, got his old hoes mad
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that (muah)
I ain't worried 'bout that
DJ Chose
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I be actin' up right before he come to see me
He be like, "Why you always tripping for no reason?"
Told him, "'Cause you put it on me better when you're mad"
Hand around my neck, hit it hard from the back, yeah
I'ma cook a meal for him and play the game with him
When somebody ask, yeah, I'm with the same nigga
Pussy keep him knocked out like a painkiller
And if a nigga bag me, you know he a winner, ah
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
Yeah, I know you like that, when I talk to you like a freak
I wanna feel it deep so I rolled it on my feet
He say he feel intimidated when he talk to me
I got that hardcore but he want that R&B, ah
Boy, we can make sweet love for hours
Open up for you like flowers
The deeper you go, I get louder
Make it rain on you like showers
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
I'ma hold it down for you, and put it down on you
Can't nobody else ride how I ride for you
And if a bitch get slick, knock her down for you
And if you're lookin' for me, I'ma be around for you
You got a diamond, boy, you better act like it
You f*ckin' with the baddest, you ain't gotta cap like it
He know I'm the baddest bitch he ever had
Post me on the 'Gram, got his old hoes mad
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that
You ain't never been with a chick this bad
I ain't worried 'bout them other girls that you had
If I catch 'em lookin' at my baby, I'ma laugh
He gon' keep it real, I ain't worried 'bout that (muah)
Writer: Megan Pete, Norman Payne
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Simon Says
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up"
Play me some pimpin', man
We got a thing going on
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
If he f*ckin' with me then he know he gonna wait
Pussy finger lickin' good like I mixed it with Old Bay
Nigga actin' like he player when he really just a play
It's some hoes in this house and they goin' through your safe, ah
Hands on your knees, bitch, bust it back, ay
Through the tights, you can see this pussy fat, ay
Through them pockets, I can see a nigga's racks, ay
I'm a money making bitch, no cap, ay
Hottest out but you already knew that
Even if I brought him to you, still couldn't get your boo back
I ain't finna argue with you, this ain't how we do that
You was already mad, I'm just addin' somethin' to that, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
Simon says give me head 'til I'm sleep ('til I'm sleep)
She a squirter, now it's all in the sheets (in the sheets)
Love a freaky bitch, I put her ass to work
Ass bustin' out the skirt, pop that pussy like a Perc'
Shawty wanna take the pipe all day and night (yeah, ho)
She might even swallow somethin' if your paper right (yeah, ho)
The kids at her mama's house, she down to take a flight
Got a purse full of magnum rubbers and some baby wipes (yeah, ho)
Yeah, I gotta have it (Have it), ratchet pussy magnet (magnet)
If she burp a baby out her mouth, I'm the pappy (mhm)
VIP full off half-naked bitches ass clappin'
Throw a thousand ones in the air, now these hoes jacking
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
Play me some pimpin', man
We got a thing going on
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
No, I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
If he f*ckin' with me then he know he gonna wait
Pussy finger lickin' good like I mixed it with Old Bay
Nigga actin' like he player when he really just a play
It's some hoes in this house and they goin' through your safe, ah
Hands on your knees, bitch, bust it back, ay
Through the tights, you can see this pussy fat, ay
Through them pockets, I can see a nigga's racks, ay
I'm a money making bitch, no cap, ay
Hottest out but you already knew that
Even if I brought him to you, still couldn't get your boo back
I ain't finna argue with you, this ain't how we do that
You was already mad, I'm just addin' somethin' to that, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
Simon says give me head 'til I'm sleep ('til I'm sleep)
She a squirter, now it's all in the sheets (in the sheets)
Love a freaky bitch, I put her ass to work
Ass bustin' out the skirt, pop that pussy like a Perc'
Shawty wanna take the pipe all day and night (yeah, ho)
She might even swallow somethin' if your paper right (yeah, ho)
The kids at her mama's house, she down to take a flight
Got a purse full of magnum rubbers and some baby wipes (yeah, ho)
Yeah, I gotta have it (Have it), ratchet pussy magnet (magnet)
If she burp a baby out her mouth, I'm the pappy (mhm)
VIP full off half-naked bitches ass clappin'
Throw a thousand ones in the air, now these hoes jacking
Simon says put your hands on your hips, huh
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ay
Simon says put your hands on your hips, yeah
Simon says put your hands on your knees, ay
Simon says put your hands on your feet, ay
Simon says bust it open like a freak, ah
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Left, right, left, right, left
Hah, hah, left, right
Writer: Cary Grant Gilbert, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff, Megan J Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shake That
(Lilju made this beat)
Real f*ckin' hot girl shit, bitch
Real f*ckin' ratchet shit, bitch
Come in the club and get it clapping and shit, bitch
Yeah, ah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ayy
Bitch, you drunk as f*ck, huh
Throw that ass up, ayy
When he get behind it, uh
F*ck his ass up, yeah, ah
Who shake that ass the best? Me
He wanna know how I move on the D
I want a nigga that eat like a Q
Why you with her and she built like a P?
Ride on that dick on my tiptoes
Pussy so good that he hittin' the wall
I'm tryna come put that ass in your face
I got him makin' a mess in his clothes
I got him fallin' in love with me
I got him all in the mall spending
I said, "If I come and give you this ass
Is you gon' know what to do with it?"
I got him fallin' in love with me
I got him all in the mall spending
I said, "If I come and give you this ass
Is you gon' know what to do with it?" Ah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ayy
Bitch, you drunk as f*ck, huh
Throw that ass up, ayy
When he get behind it, uh
F*ck his ass up, yeah, ah
Bitch, break your back, huh
Make that ass clap, uh
Make him eat it up, hmm
Shake them sugar smacks, ayy
So good, it make him cry, uh
Sweet like patty pie, hmm
You ain't got no money, ugh
Boy don't even try, ayy
Bounce that ass like Tigger, huh
Throw that ass on a rich nigga, mm
Make him hit it hard, ay
And make your booty bigger, ayy
Bitch, break your back, huh
Make that ass clap, uh
Make him eat it up, yeah
Shake them sugar smacks, ah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ay
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ay
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ay
Bitch, you drunk as f*ck, huh
Throw that ass up, ay
When he get behind it, uh
F*ck his ass up, yeah, ah
Real f*ckin' hot girl shit, bitch
Real f*ckin' ratchet shit, bitch
Come in the club and get it clapping and shit, bitch
Yeah, ah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ayy
Bitch, you drunk as f*ck, huh
Throw that ass up, ayy
When he get behind it, uh
F*ck his ass up, yeah, ah
Who shake that ass the best? Me
He wanna know how I move on the D
I want a nigga that eat like a Q
Why you with her and she built like a P?
Ride on that dick on my tiptoes
Pussy so good that he hittin' the wall
I'm tryna come put that ass in your face
I got him makin' a mess in his clothes
I got him fallin' in love with me
I got him all in the mall spending
I said, "If I come and give you this ass
Is you gon' know what to do with it?"
I got him fallin' in love with me
I got him all in the mall spending
I said, "If I come and give you this ass
Is you gon' know what to do with it?" Ah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ayy
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ayy
Bitch, you drunk as f*ck, huh
Throw that ass up, ayy
When he get behind it, uh
F*ck his ass up, yeah, ah
Bitch, break your back, huh
Make that ass clap, uh
Make him eat it up, hmm
Shake them sugar smacks, ayy
So good, it make him cry, uh
Sweet like patty pie, hmm
You ain't got no money, ugh
Boy don't even try, ayy
Bounce that ass like Tigger, huh
Throw that ass on a rich nigga, mm
Make him hit it hard, ay
And make your booty bigger, ayy
Bitch, break your back, huh
Make that ass clap, uh
Make him eat it up, yeah
Shake them sugar smacks, ah
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ay
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, ay
Bend it over, touch them toes, huh
Make that booty go, uh
Throw that shit back, uh
Like the tootsie roll, ay
Bitch, you drunk as f*ck, huh
Throw that ass up, ay
When he get behind it, uh
F*ck his ass up, yeah, ah
Writer: Julian Martrel Mason, Megan J. Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Money Good
Money good, I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit
Money good (ah)
Ay, ay
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Man, I hate a old big dick-riding ass bitch
Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique
F*ck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta f*ck him, he just love how I talk
I'm embracing the fake, I'm accepting the hate
If I wasn't number one, they wouldn't come for my place
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a picture should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Man, I'm on some broke ass niggas who be hatin'
Pop a rubber band put that money in they face
I be out here grindin' like a nigga who ain't ate
You ain't bringing nothing to the table but your plate
Bitch, I'm out here ballin' like I'm motherf*ckin' fed
I can't gossip with you when there's money to be made
I'm tryna get my pockets 99 Ricki Lake
When you bein' real you ain't worry 'bout who fake
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Hair long, nail long, money long, too
Get a bag, spin it, make it back time two
I could never let nobody tell me what to do
If a nigga get to trippin' then I'ma throw that boy the deuce
Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show
Clique full of bad friends, we at Pappadeaux
Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know
He in love with me but he know to play his role
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Money good (ah)
Ay, ay
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Man, I hate a old big dick-riding ass bitch
Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique
F*ck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Better hide your wallet when I fall in the mix
Can't deny I'm a star, you can tell by my walk
I ain't even gotta f*ck him, he just love how I talk
I'm embracing the fake, I'm accepting the hate
If I wasn't number one, they wouldn't come for my place
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a picture should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Man, I'm on some broke ass niggas who be hatin'
Pop a rubber band put that money in they face
I be out here grindin' like a nigga who ain't ate
You ain't bringing nothing to the table but your plate
Bitch, I'm out here ballin' like I'm motherf*ckin' fed
I can't gossip with you when there's money to be made
I'm tryna get my pockets 99 Ricki Lake
When you bein' real you ain't worry 'bout who fake
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, yeah I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Hair long, nail long, money long, too
Get a bag, spin it, make it back time two
I could never let nobody tell me what to do
If a nigga get to trippin' then I'ma throw that boy the deuce
Pull up in a Rolls Royce finna rock a show
Clique full of bad friends, we at Pappadeaux
Rent due, finna let your baby daddy know
He in love with me but he know to play his role
Money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters and they wish a bitch would
I don't wanna argue 'bout it, baby, I'm good
If she got a band let her in, yeah, she good
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Throw up where I'm from, let 'em know I'm still hood
I ain't had to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Dance
Uh, bring that motherf*cking beat back
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up"
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Hands, do it with no hands
Damn, bitch, you been a fan
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Hopped out the f*cking Rover
With your baby like a stroller
Call your bitch and say it's over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches acting shitty
So I had to potty train 'em
I ain't never met the ho, but her nigga probably ate it
I been moving with the bag, just in case I wanna buy shit
I been moving with a shooter, just in case you wanna try shit
Dance, do the money dance
Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
AMG got big old bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't want your petty cash
Boy, I want what's in your stash
Come over and get this ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
They hit me to come through, they did good, so I do
He was nervous 'cause I'm gangster, tried to f*ck me in his shoes
Boy, you safe, it's okay, ain't no set up, you can stay
If I really want you hit, you wouldn't've made it all this way, hey
Pop it like some bubble gum, show me how you work your tongue
Nigga, don't be acting shy, go 'round back and use your thumb
Yeah, I'm a freak, he be scared I'ma cheat
Tryna keep me in the house, pussy under lock and key, ah
Dance, do the money dance
Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
AMG got big old bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't want your petty cash
Boy, I want what's in your stash
Come over and get this ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Hey, hey, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands, hah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy
I'ma need that money, ooh
Put up with my attitude
Call me when you coming through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma need that money, ooh
Call me when you coming through
Put up with my attitude
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up"
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Hands, do it with no hands
Damn, bitch, you been a fan
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Hopped out the f*cking Rover
With your baby like a stroller
Call your bitch and say it's over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches acting shitty
So I had to potty train 'em
I ain't never met the ho, but her nigga probably ate it
I been moving with the bag, just in case I wanna buy shit
I been moving with a shooter, just in case you wanna try shit
Dance, do the money dance
Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
AMG got big old bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't want your petty cash
Boy, I want what's in your stash
Come over and get this ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
They hit me to come through, they did good, so I do
He was nervous 'cause I'm gangster, tried to f*ck me in his shoes
Boy, you safe, it's okay, ain't no set up, you can stay
If I really want you hit, you wouldn't've made it all this way, hey
Pop it like some bubble gum, show me how you work your tongue
Nigga, don't be acting shy, go 'round back and use your thumb
Yeah, I'm a freak, he be scared I'ma cheat
Tryna keep me in the house, pussy under lock and key, ah
Dance, do the money dance
Boy, this ain't no baby Benz
AMG got big old bands
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't want your petty cash
Boy, I want what's in your stash
Come over and get this ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Hey, hey, yeah
Dance, make him blow them bands
Dance, make him blow them bands, hah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ayy
I'ma need that money, ooh
Put up with my attitude
Call me when you coming through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma need that money, ooh
Call me when you coming through
Put up with my attitude
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Ratchet
Prolific Beats
Muah, ay
(Lilju made this beat)
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Big old booty, big old booty, get it clapping
Finesse these niggas out them dollars, that's a talent
I want some money, want some money, boy, what's happening?
Don't want no nigga who be acting, who be capping
I'm on some real ratchet shit, pull up to your crib
Scope out everything, tell my niggas where it is
Put a straw in the fifth, hot girl shit
If the bitch ain't 'bout it, then she can't be in the clique, ah
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Ratchet ass shit, a ratchet ass bitch
Hit a lick on a nigga in a ratchet ass whip
Riding with a street nigga with the ratchet on his hip
Don't be coming to the stage if you know you don't tip
Your bitches is poor, my bitches on go
My bitches ain't scared to get it on the floor
Shout to DJ Eric, shout out to Big Dough
Shout out to them girls who go where the money go
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay, ah
Ay, ay, ay
Finessing niggas out them dollars, that's a talent, ay
Yeah, ah, ah, ah
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet, yeah, ah
Yeah, real hot girl shit
Take a nigga quick
Shit on any bitch
Muah, ah
Muah, ay
(Lilju made this beat)
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Big old booty, big old booty, get it clapping
Finesse these niggas out them dollars, that's a talent
I want some money, want some money, boy, what's happening?
Don't want no nigga who be acting, who be capping
I'm on some real ratchet shit, pull up to your crib
Scope out everything, tell my niggas where it is
Put a straw in the fifth, hot girl shit
If the bitch ain't 'bout it, then she can't be in the clique, ah
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Ratchet ass shit, a ratchet ass bitch
Hit a lick on a nigga in a ratchet ass whip
Riding with a street nigga with the ratchet on his hip
Don't be coming to the stage if you know you don't tip
Your bitches is poor, my bitches on go
My bitches ain't scared to get it on the floor
Shout to DJ Eric, shout out to Big Dough
Shout out to them girls who go where the money go
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet
Shake that ass for a shot, get it clapping
Pop that pussy for my nigga, don't be acting
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet
Let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, let's get ratchet, ay, ah
Ay, ay, ay
Finessing niggas out them dollars, that's a talent, ay
Yeah, ah, ah, ah
Drinking Henny out the bottle, let's get ratchet, yeah, ah
Yeah, real hot girl shit
Take a nigga quick
Shit on any bitch
Muah, ah
Writer: Bryant Hill, Julian Mason, Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sex Talk
Ay, ay, boy you know you need to come give me that dick (yeah yeah)
He want to hit from the back 'cause I'm thick
I like to f*ck on them when I get lit (yeah)
Yeah tell me this pussy the shit
Aye oh, he so thirsty (yeah)
Ride that dick like a horsey
He said, "Are you tired?" (ooh)
I look back like yeah
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (yeah)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (ooh)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (yeah)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ha)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (ay huh)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (hey oh)
Aye, yeah
Put my feet up on the bed, ride it to the tip-top, he (tip top)
Likes it doggy style 'cause I make that ass pop (ass pop)
He never finna leave me 'cause I got that drip drop (drip drop)
Said his last bitch still f*ckin' like a robot
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (yeah)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (ooh)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (yeah)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ha)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (ay huh)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (hey oh)
Aye, yeah
Got more milkshakes than Kelis
Ain't met a nigga who can handle me
I think I should be in museums (hey hey)
'Cause this body a masterpiece (yeah yeah)
Can I f*ck ya to a trap beat? (huh huh huh)
He said girl you tryin' to trap me? (Huh huh huh)
Ah hell nah, nigga no I ain't (what what? Uh)
You can hit that door, here go ahead leave (what what? Uh)
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (huh)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (pow)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off (ay bow bow)
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (huh)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ay)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (huh, woah woah)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (woah woah)
Aye, yeah
Bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi
Real big titties, these double DDs
Ice on my neck be real, VVs
Peanut butter inside, Reeses Pieces
He said it just take like bubble gum
He eat from the back to the front
Bitch I got green like I'm Buttercup (ah)
He say I got that lil yummy yum (ah ah)
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (huh)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (pow)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off (ay bow bow)
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (huh)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ay)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (huh, woah woah)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (woah woah)
(Ooh ooh) aye, yeah
Ah
Aye, Bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi
Real big titties, these double DDs
Mwah
He want to hit from the back 'cause I'm thick
I like to f*ck on them when I get lit (yeah)
Yeah tell me this pussy the shit
Aye oh, he so thirsty (yeah)
Ride that dick like a horsey
He said, "Are you tired?" (ooh)
I look back like yeah
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (yeah)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (ooh)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (yeah)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ha)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (ay huh)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (hey oh)
Aye, yeah
Put my feet up on the bed, ride it to the tip-top, he (tip top)
Likes it doggy style 'cause I make that ass pop (ass pop)
He never finna leave me 'cause I got that drip drop (drip drop)
Said his last bitch still f*ckin' like a robot
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (yeah)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (ooh)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (yeah)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ha)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (ay huh)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (hey oh)
Aye, yeah
Got more milkshakes than Kelis
Ain't met a nigga who can handle me
I think I should be in museums (hey hey)
'Cause this body a masterpiece (yeah yeah)
Can I f*ck ya to a trap beat? (huh huh huh)
He said girl you tryin' to trap me? (Huh huh huh)
Ah hell nah, nigga no I ain't (what what? Uh)
You can hit that door, here go ahead leave (what what? Uh)
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (huh)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (pow)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off (ay bow bow)
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (huh)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ay)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (huh, woah woah)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (woah woah)
Aye, yeah
Bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi
Real big titties, these double DDs
Ice on my neck be real, VVs
Peanut butter inside, Reeses Pieces
He said it just take like bubble gum
He eat from the back to the front
Bitch I got green like I'm Buttercup (ah)
He say I got that lil yummy yum (ah ah)
Aye, let's have a sex talk (huh)
I wanna see your body, take your clothes off (huh)
I'ma bust quick if he lifts off (pow)
(Ooh) rock that ship 'til he blasts off (ay bow bow)
Aye, yeah, let's have a sex talk (huh)
Got a big boy, then pull it out, hey (ay)
Can you make it feel like the first time? (huh, woah woah)
(Hey) I don't get tired, let him wear it out (woah woah)
(Ooh ooh) aye, yeah
Ah
Aye, Bad bitch tastes like cherry kiwi
Real big titties, these double DDs
Mwah
Writer: Megan J. Pete, Norman Payne, William Arnold
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 1501 CERTIFIED PUBLISHING
Big Drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank, ah
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank, ay, ooh
(Lilju made this beat)
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ay, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
If you got a sixteen, my nigga got a bizzer
I hate when you be trippin' and be sippin' on that sizzurp
You be actin' berzerk, nigga, what's the wizzord?
Told him, "Give me brain," and he do it like a nizzerd
I hate when you get on that drink, you don't wanna listen to me
You act like I get on your nerves, you don't pay attention to me, ay
Baby tell me what's up, why you acting so stub'?
Tell me what's important, is it me or what's in your cup?
Take it all off, bend over, let you see it
Need a real bitch, then, baby, let me be it
Tell me what's important, is it me or what's in your cup?
(Choking on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp)
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ay, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You fell in love with the soda, baby, just hold up
I don't be smokin' no weed but he taught me how to roll up
Pour the drank on my body, yeah, drink it all off me
Do it, do it, do it, sloppy, yeah, you know what I need
Back that ass up, oh yeah
Do I like that? Oh yeah
Bend it over to my toes, yeah
On the drank, f*ck me slow, yeah
I told him stop sippin' but I love them codeine kisses
Posting all our pictures, putting bitches in our business
Got a sixteen, my nigga got a bizzer
Hate when he be tripping and be sippin' on that sizzurp
Hate when you be stupid, and you be actin' sti-nuck
(Choking on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp)
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ay, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ah
Mwah
Drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Lilju made this beat
I hate when you get on that drink, you don't wanna listen to me
You act like I get on your nerves, you don't pay attention to me, ay
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank, ah
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank, ay, ooh
(Lilju made this beat)
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ay, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
If you got a sixteen, my nigga got a bizzer
I hate when you be trippin' and be sippin' on that sizzurp
You be actin' berzerk, nigga, what's the wizzord?
Told him, "Give me brain," and he do it like a nizzerd
I hate when you get on that drink, you don't wanna listen to me
You act like I get on your nerves, you don't pay attention to me, ay
Baby tell me what's up, why you acting so stub'?
Tell me what's important, is it me or what's in your cup?
Take it all off, bend over, let you see it
Need a real bitch, then, baby, let me be it
Tell me what's important, is it me or what's in your cup?
(Choking on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp)
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ay, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You fell in love with the soda, baby, just hold up
I don't be smokin' no weed but he taught me how to roll up
Pour the drank on my body, yeah, drink it all off me
Do it, do it, do it, sloppy, yeah, you know what I need
Back that ass up, oh yeah
Do I like that? Oh yeah
Bend it over to my toes, yeah
On the drank, f*ck me slow, yeah
I told him stop sippin' but I love them codeine kisses
Posting all our pictures, putting bitches in our business
Got a sixteen, my nigga got a bizzer
Hate when he be tripping and be sippin' on that sizzurp
Hate when you be stupid, and you be actin' sti-nuck
(Choking on that doja sweet and sippin' on that sizzurp)
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ay, ooh
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
You can get a bizzer
And be sippin' on that sizzurp
Ay, big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Ah
Mwah
Drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Lilju made this beat
I hate when you get on that drink, you don't wanna listen to me
You act like I get on your nerves, you don't pay attention to me, ay
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Big drank, big drank
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Running Up Freestyle
He's on fire
Hot girl, hot girl, hot girl
If they say I ain't the baddest then the motherf*ckers lied
How you riding on a nigga who be asking for a ride?
Okay, running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
Running from his bitch, he gon' come when I call
If it ain't 'bout money, then you know I ain't involved
Worry 'bout these motherf*cking haters, not at all
Nine times out of ten, I'm the realest bitch you know
If you ain't want a pimp, then what you f*cking with me for?
If you balling and you know it, then let the money show
If he acting scared to spend it, I'ma show him to the door
Okay, now shake with it, shake-da-shake with it
And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it
And when I pop it, he get stiffer than some fake titties
And don't be worried 'bout who I'm f*cking 'cause you can't hit it
Yeah, running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
If I'm with your daddy, then you know we at the mall
If I'm with a nigga, then you know I'm in them drawers
You let a broke nigga talk you out the jaws
I don't even chase liquor, why would I chase a nigga?
He say I should be nicer, well your dick should be bigger
He said, "You better be good by the way that you bragging?
I hit him back and told him, "Well, that just depend who you asking"
I got an ex who say he gon' leave his new bitch whenever I call him
Got an ex that say that every time he see me it's gon' be problems
Got an ex that's on his homeboy IG tryna stalk me out
Got an ex that miss it so bad, probably praying for me now, ay
Running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
In the Gucci store, finna tear that bitch down
Money on my phone, yeah, like collect calls (Hello?)
Pussy like a drug, and he having withdrawals
Ay, money, money, I need more
Get it, get it, watch me go
I be outdoing these bitches, I'm like Michael, they Tito
Not the one to compete with
You don't want it with me, bitch
Göt2b Glued can't save you
When I come for your hairdo
Got the moves like I'm Rigu
Yellow diamonds, Pikachu
When I switch my hair to blonde
I'm finna turn up like Goku
I go crazy in this bitch
I go crazy in the booth
He go crazy when he see me
And his girl go crazy too
And this pussy so wet, might have to eat it with a spoon
Always in bikini bottoms 'cause I got that goo lagoon
I don't wanna f*ck him if he telling me what he do not
I will come over and spin it on your head like bantu knots, ah
Running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
I be off that Henn', so you know I'm off the wall
Bitch, I ain't the one so watch your motherf*cking mouth
Hot Girl Meg from the motherf*cking South, ah
Hot girl, hot girl, hot girl
If they say I ain't the baddest then the motherf*ckers lied
How you riding on a nigga who be asking for a ride?
Okay, running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
Running from his bitch, he gon' come when I call
If it ain't 'bout money, then you know I ain't involved
Worry 'bout these motherf*cking haters, not at all
Nine times out of ten, I'm the realest bitch you know
If you ain't want a pimp, then what you f*cking with me for?
If you balling and you know it, then let the money show
If he acting scared to spend it, I'ma show him to the door
Okay, now shake with it, shake-da-shake with it
And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it
And when I pop it, he get stiffer than some fake titties
And don't be worried 'bout who I'm f*cking 'cause you can't hit it
Yeah, running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
If I'm with your daddy, then you know we at the mall
If I'm with a nigga, then you know I'm in them drawers
You let a broke nigga talk you out the jaws
I don't even chase liquor, why would I chase a nigga?
He say I should be nicer, well your dick should be bigger
He said, "You better be good by the way that you bragging?
I hit him back and told him, "Well, that just depend who you asking"
I got an ex who say he gon' leave his new bitch whenever I call him
Got an ex that say that every time he see me it's gon' be problems
Got an ex that's on his homeboy IG tryna stalk me out
Got an ex that miss it so bad, probably praying for me now, ay
Running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
In the Gucci store, finna tear that bitch down
Money on my phone, yeah, like collect calls (Hello?)
Pussy like a drug, and he having withdrawals
Ay, money, money, I need more
Get it, get it, watch me go
I be outdoing these bitches, I'm like Michael, they Tito
Not the one to compete with
You don't want it with me, bitch
Göt2b Glued can't save you
When I come for your hairdo
Got the moves like I'm Rigu
Yellow diamonds, Pikachu
When I switch my hair to blonde
I'm finna turn up like Goku
I go crazy in this bitch
I go crazy in the booth
He go crazy when he see me
And his girl go crazy too
And this pussy so wet, might have to eat it with a spoon
Always in bikini bottoms 'cause I got that goo lagoon
I don't wanna f*ck him if he telling me what he do not
I will come over and spin it on your head like bantu knots, ah
Running up them bands, tryna ball 'til I fall
I be off that Henn', so you know I'm off the wall
Bitch, I ain't the one so watch your motherf*cking mouth
Hot Girl Meg from the motherf*cking South, ah
Writer: Megan Pete
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Fever is the third and debut commercial mixtape by American rapper Megan Thee Stallion. Primarily produced by LilJuMadeDaBeat and written by the rapper herself, it also features guest appearances from rappers DaBaby and Juicy J.
Fever is a hip hop record driven by minimal bass-heavy trap production. It is widely considered by music critics as Megan Thee Stallion's mainstream breakthrough.
The mixtape received widespread acclaim from music critics, with many praising the rapper's delivery and sex-positivity. Apart from being featured on various year-end lists, Fever also won the BET Hip Hop Award for Best Mixtape.
Commercially, it debuted at number 10 on the Billboard 200, and was certified gold in the United States by the Recording Industry Association of America. Fever also spawned the RIAA double-platinum song "Cash Shit".
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Megan Thee StallionFever is a hip hop record driven by minimal bass-heavy trap production. It is widely considered by music critics as Megan Thee Stallion's mainstream breakthrough.
The mixtape received widespread acclaim from music critics, with many praising the rapper's delivery and sex-positivity. Apart from being featured on various year-end lists, Fever also won the BET Hip Hop Award for Best Mixtape.
Commercially, it debuted at number 10 on the Billboard 200, and was certified gold in the United States by the Recording Industry Association of America. Fever also spawned the RIAA double-platinum song "Cash Shit".
Genre(s): Trap
Producer(s): Crazy Mike, DJ Chose, DJ WillAye, Juicy J, KC Supreme, Koncept P, LilJuMadeDaBeat, Project Pat, Prolivik Beeats, Suede, Supah Mario, DJ Zirk
Released: May 17th, 2019
Year: 2019