You know the world
You know the world is yours
You know what I'm sayin'?
D.A. got that dope
CEO gettin' more money
I'm smokin' the Cali best (Woo, woo)
Ride on the biggest jet (Ride on the biggest jet)
I got a bigger check (Woo)
I used to call collect (Brrt)
I used to worry and stress (Yah)
I used to pray for a check (Yah)
Used to want to ball like the Nets (Nets)
Make a milli', then invest ('Vest)
Magic City, make a mess (A mess)
Not the Rollie, the Patek (Ice)
I got her drippin' and she wet (Wet)
Rich Forever, that's the set (Woo)
Ain't get no money, you in debt (Debt)
I was juggin' by the bench (Woo)
I ain't even pay the rent (Woo)
Make sure the money well spent (Woo)
Now I'm all rich and wealthy (Woo)
Pockets real healthy (Yeah)
Ain't nothin' they can tell me (Nah)
I'ma drip in LV (Drip)
I'ma flex like you never seen (Flex)
On the cover of a magazine (Woo)
Diamonds bustin', bitches stalkin' me (Woo)
Rich, they think I hit the lottery (Yeah)
Thank God I'm where I'm supposed to be (Supposed to be)
It's baby blue, I ride a Lambhorghin' (Skrrt)
Seein' money I thought I'd never see (Never see)
I'm a nigga you can't never be (Nah)
The world is mine, actually (Actually)
All you lil' niggas work for me (Work for me)
I bought a tank, nigga, Master P (Grah)
My chopper shooting like an athlete (Woo)
My AP is a sight to see (Ice)
My bitch, put her right up on the beach (Bitch)
A jet to Bora Bora for the week (For the week)
They want my plug 'cause the price is cheap (Plug)
I'm the boss, I don't need to speak (Need to speak)
I'm the nigga that you wanna meet (Wanna meet)
I put Tom Ford on her feet (Woo)
I'm makin' the money, the money don't make me
Smokin' the Cali best (Woo, woo)
Ride on the biggest jet (Ride on the biggest jet)
I got a bigger check (Woo)
I used to call collect (Brrt)
I used to worry and stress (Yah)
I used to pray for a check (Yah)
Used to want to ball like the Nets (Nets)
Make a milli', then invest ('Vest)
Magic City, make a mess (A mess)
Not the Rollie, the Patek (Ice)
I got her drippin' and she wet (Wet)
Rich Forever, that's the set (Woo)
Ain't get no money, you in debt (Debt)
I was juggin' by the bench (Woo)
I ain't even pay the rent (Woo)
Make sure the money well spent (Woo)
I'll give you the world
Know what I'm sayin'
The world is mine
The World Is Yours 2
Rich the Kid - The World is Yours 2 Album Lyrics
Rich the Kid - The World is Yours 2 Lyrics
Writer: Christina Gandy, David D. A. Doman, Dimitri Roger, Justin Brian Thomas, Kevin Joshua Mars
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Slide
Yeah
You know what I'm saying?
You know
You know we slidin', ya dig
Okay girl, don't act bougie, let's ride, that's right, let's ride
Okay, my girl ain't bougie, she slide, she slide, that's right
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
The f*ck is you mad at me? (What?)
This how it had to be (Had)
Mama, she proud of me (Proud)
My bitch bad as can be (Be)
You niggas is sad to see (Sad)
Like go get the cash at least (The cash)
The Bentley a capital B (Skrrt)
You niggas is mad at me (Mad)
You would switch up for a chain (A chain)
I'ma f*ck her in the Range (Ah)
I wanna give her the fame (The fame)
I want the Audemar plain (Huh?)
You can have that fame back (You can have that fame, ooh)
Wake up, where my bank at? (Where my bank, bank, bank?)
Too much drip like where that sink at? (Where that drip, drip, drip?)
I'm too rich, now I can't go back (I'm too rich, rich, rich)
Niggas snitching, I won't do rats (Niggas snitch, I don't)
Rich Forever, boy, you knew that (Nigga, what?)
Platinum plaque, look, I need more racks (Platinum plaque, look, platinum, platinum)
Ooh, these niggas mad 'cause they can't do that (Niggas mad)
I had a dream I sold a hundred (Sold a hundred, sold a hundred)
I was broke, I'm gettin' money (Gettin' money)
She gon' ride with me, slide with me (Slide)
Go'n and leave that fake love to the side baby (To the side)
I'm makin' investments, stack it like Tetris
Give me the neck, know the rest, go'n and exit
They might just say I'm trippin', my bank account says different
I been sippin' sippin', got the Maybach tinted (Skrrt)
Already got curtains (Curtains)
My bitch, she perfect (What?)
My shooters, they ride in Suburbans
The plug in Ohio workin' (What?)
Drop a dub in her Birkin (Birkin)
I was geeked on a Perky (A Perky)
I'm up shinin' early (Early)
Diamonds blinding really (Really)
You can have that fame back (Have that fame back, have that fame back)
Wake up, where my bank at?
Okay girl, don't act bougie, let's ride, that's right, let's ride
Okay, my girl ain't bougie, she slide, she slide, that's right
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
The f*ck is you mad at me? (What?)
This how it had to be (Had)
Mama, she proud of me (Proud)
My bitch bad as can be (Be)
You niggas is sad to see (Sad)
Like go get the cash at least (The cash)
The Bentley a capital B (Skrrt)
You niggas is mad at me (Mad)
You would switch up for a chain (A chain)
I'ma f*ck her in the Range (Ah)
I wanna give her the fame (The fame)
I want the Audemar plain (Huh?)
You can have that fame back
Wake up, where my bank at?
You know what I'm saying?
You know
You know we slidin', ya dig
Okay girl, don't act bougie, let's ride, that's right, let's ride
Okay, my girl ain't bougie, she slide, she slide, that's right
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
The f*ck is you mad at me? (What?)
This how it had to be (Had)
Mama, she proud of me (Proud)
My bitch bad as can be (Be)
You niggas is sad to see (Sad)
Like go get the cash at least (The cash)
The Bentley a capital B (Skrrt)
You niggas is mad at me (Mad)
You would switch up for a chain (A chain)
I'ma f*ck her in the Range (Ah)
I wanna give her the fame (The fame)
I want the Audemar plain (Huh?)
You can have that fame back (You can have that fame, ooh)
Wake up, where my bank at? (Where my bank, bank, bank?)
Too much drip like where that sink at? (Where that drip, drip, drip?)
I'm too rich, now I can't go back (I'm too rich, rich, rich)
Niggas snitching, I won't do rats (Niggas snitch, I don't)
Rich Forever, boy, you knew that (Nigga, what?)
Platinum plaque, look, I need more racks (Platinum plaque, look, platinum, platinum)
Ooh, these niggas mad 'cause they can't do that (Niggas mad)
I had a dream I sold a hundred (Sold a hundred, sold a hundred)
I was broke, I'm gettin' money (Gettin' money)
She gon' ride with me, slide with me (Slide)
Go'n and leave that fake love to the side baby (To the side)
I'm makin' investments, stack it like Tetris
Give me the neck, know the rest, go'n and exit
They might just say I'm trippin', my bank account says different
I been sippin' sippin', got the Maybach tinted (Skrrt)
Already got curtains (Curtains)
My bitch, she perfect (What?)
My shooters, they ride in Suburbans
The plug in Ohio workin' (What?)
Drop a dub in her Birkin (Birkin)
I was geeked on a Perky (A Perky)
I'm up shinin' early (Early)
Diamonds blinding really (Really)
You can have that fame back (Have that fame back, have that fame back)
Wake up, where my bank at?
Okay girl, don't act bougie, let's ride, that's right, let's ride
Okay, my girl ain't bougie, she slide, she slide, that's right
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet
The f*ck is you mad at me? (What?)
This how it had to be (Had)
Mama, she proud of me (Proud)
My bitch bad as can be (Be)
You niggas is sad to see (Sad)
Like go get the cash at least (The cash)
The Bentley a capital B (Skrrt)
You niggas is mad at me (Mad)
You would switch up for a chain (A chain)
I'ma f*ck her in the Range (Ah)
I wanna give her the fame (The fame)
I want the Audemar plain (Huh?)
You can have that fame back
Wake up, where my bank at?
Writer: Brandon Ray Thomas, Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Levi Nathaniel Thomas, Adrian Hearne Jr, Jarad Higgins, Dwan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fall Threw
Wheezy outta here
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
I'm f*ckin' with Rich 'cause I'm rich (ooh)
I told her "I'm keepin' it rich" (ooh)
Yeah, bitch, I cannot
I f*cked you 'cause you a lil' thot, thot (thot, thot)
I came with two 9's like I'm Rondo (Rondo)
Then I hit the 9 with the jackpot (jackpot)
Yeah, I got the crockpot
Yeah, I'm smokin' like magma
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
Pull off in that Lambo quick (skrrt)
Forty racks and a TEC in this bitch (what?)
Quarter mil' on my necklaces
Tell your bitch to stop textin' me (bih)
I've been livin' so reckless (so reckless)
I done crashed the Bentley (skrrt)
But my pockets ain't empty (ain't empty)
Why are you flexin'? It's rented (it's rented)
I might do the whole dash, for sure (what?)
The McLaren got suicide doors (suicide doors)
I'm payin' cash, no lease (lease)
She keep the pussy on fleek (fleek)
She keep the Gucci on fleek (Gucci)
I f*ck her, it's nice to meet (yaw)
No, you can't get a bite to eat (woo)
Chase the check, I don't like to sleep (Rich!)
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
You couldn't afford a T-Rex (nah)
Got pointers in all the Rolex (yeah)
She shallow that shit in her neck (damn)
I'm f*cking her good on the X (the X)
But the police still tryna arrest (arrest)
Tryna make a rich nigga stress (stress)
Yeah, I'm drippin' like sweat (dripping like sweat)
Niggas ain't drippin' like that (niggas ain't drippin' like that)
Put two hunnid K in the bag (the bag)
Pull out the latest Maybach (maybach)
YSL ain't going out sad (ain't going out sad)
Yeah, we on the map (we on the map)
I put the stick on my lap (stick on my lap)
These lames ain't giving me dap (no)
You need to get rid of the cap (rid of the cap)
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (Igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
I'm f*ckin' with Rich 'cause I'm rich (ooh)
I told her "I'm keepin' it rich" (ooh)
Yeah, bitch, I cannot
I f*cked you 'cause you a lil' thot, thot (thot, thot)
I came with two 9's like I'm Rondo (Rondo)
Then I hit the 9 with the jackpot (jackpot)
Yeah, I got the crockpot
Yeah, I'm smokin' like magma
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
Pull off in that Lambo quick (skrrt)
Forty racks and a TEC in this bitch (what?)
Quarter mil' on my necklaces
Tell your bitch to stop textin' me (bih)
I've been livin' so reckless (so reckless)
I done crashed the Bentley (skrrt)
But my pockets ain't empty (ain't empty)
Why are you flexin'? It's rented (it's rented)
I might do the whole dash, for sure (what?)
The McLaren got suicide doors (suicide doors)
I'm payin' cash, no lease (lease)
She keep the pussy on fleek (fleek)
She keep the Gucci on fleek (Gucci)
I f*ck her, it's nice to meet (yaw)
No, you can't get a bite to eat (woo)
Chase the check, I don't like to sleep (Rich!)
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
You couldn't afford a T-Rex (nah)
Got pointers in all the Rolex (yeah)
She shallow that shit in her neck (damn)
I'm f*cking her good on the X (the X)
But the police still tryna arrest (arrest)
Tryna make a rich nigga stress (stress)
Yeah, I'm drippin' like sweat (dripping like sweat)
Niggas ain't drippin' like that (niggas ain't drippin' like that)
Put two hunnid K in the bag (the bag)
Pull out the latest Maybach (maybach)
YSL ain't going out sad (ain't going out sad)
Yeah, we on the map (we on the map)
I put the stick on my lap (stick on my lap)
These lames ain't giving me dap (no)
You need to get rid of the cap (rid of the cap)
I got me some twins, identical (what)
I cannot crash the Bentley coupe (skrrt)
Count up the racks, it's nothing new
The pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through" (fall through)
Pinky ring, that's the igloo (igloo)
Stack the racks, the money tall as you
Count a hunnid, but it's nothing, dude
Pussy on drip, tell her, "Fall through"
I'm f*ckin' this bitch on the bed (on God)
I told her, "Proceed with the head" (on God)
I'm countin' these racks on these feds (on God)
I'm puttin' my shit on her legs (on God)
I told the lil' bitch, "It's the kid" (the kid)
I told the lil' bitch, "I'm the best" (yeah)
I came with a 9 and a TEC (a 9) (yuh)
I'm keeping a photo with the bitch (ooh)
Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Save That
Yeah
D.A. got that dope
Now I'm rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain't cappin', put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, want the bag
F*ck bein' famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
Don't say that
I got money and it's old, come from way back
I done did put my team on, now they hate that
Rich Forever boss, I can't fake that
Invest the money for the check that you gon' make back
I might pull up Lam', I might go Maybach (Skrrt)
These bitches gettin' crazy with the payback (With the payback)
Had to cut a hoe off, I can't play that (I can't play that)
You ain't got the money so just save that (Woo, woo)
Workin' real hard, better save that (Better save that)
Bought my bitch a purse, cost me eight racks (Eight racks)
But I did a show and got that cake back (Woo)
Rich
Now I'm rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain't cappin', put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, want the bag
F*ck bein' famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
F*ck the lies, you can save that (Save that)
Niggas talkin' trash, ain't got no racks
I can fit a fifty in my knapsack (Knapsack)
Put another hundred in my backpack (Woo)
Teach you how to make a mil', I promise that
I really get the check and you can save the cap
I tell your bitch I love her, she gon' say it back
But I can't save a ho, that's a big fact
I forgot her number, I ain't save that (Brrt)
I can make one-fifty in an hour flat
I can make the money flip and double back
I'ma make another check and I'ma save that
Now I'm rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain't cappin', put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, want the bag
F*ck bein' famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
D.A. got that dope
Now I'm rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain't cappin', put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, want the bag
F*ck bein' famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
Don't say that
I got money and it's old, come from way back
I done did put my team on, now they hate that
Rich Forever boss, I can't fake that
Invest the money for the check that you gon' make back
I might pull up Lam', I might go Maybach (Skrrt)
These bitches gettin' crazy with the payback (With the payback)
Had to cut a hoe off, I can't play that (I can't play that)
You ain't got the money so just save that (Woo, woo)
Workin' real hard, better save that (Better save that)
Bought my bitch a purse, cost me eight racks (Eight racks)
But I did a show and got that cake back (Woo)
Rich
Now I'm rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain't cappin', put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, want the bag
F*ck bein' famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
F*ck the lies, you can save that (Save that)
Niggas talkin' trash, ain't got no racks
I can fit a fifty in my knapsack (Knapsack)
Put another hundred in my backpack (Woo)
Teach you how to make a mil', I promise that
I really get the check and you can save the cap
I tell your bitch I love her, she gon' say it back
But I can't save a ho, that's a big fact
I forgot her number, I ain't save that (Brrt)
I can make one-fifty in an hour flat
I can make the money flip and double back
I'ma make another check and I'ma save that
Now I'm rapping, Motorola in the trash (In the trash)
All hundreds, tell promoters give me cash (Woo, woo)
I ain't cappin', put two-fifty on the dash (Skrrt)
And I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, want the bag
F*ck bein' famous
Came up from the bottom, but I made it
At the top, you get rich, but then they hate it
When you get that check, you better save it
No cap
Writer: Adrienne Erin Byrne, David D.a. Doman, Dimitri Leslie Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Two Cups
Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
Jump right in it like I'm playin' Double Dutch (Ooh)
Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up (Hey)
Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up (Big body keys)
You can't buy me for no million, nigga, that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
Nigga done lost your f*ckin' mind tryna beef with us (Lost your mind)
We run it up from the ground, nigga, don't sleep on us (Yeah)
LeBron James, none of these niggas ain't equal to us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch get hit on the bus (Yeah)
The bitch a runt, a mutt (Yeah)
Grippin' on my clutch (Yeah)
Watch that nigga, he sus' (Yeah)
Hard for me to trust (Oh, yeah)
I got the Midas touch (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Bitches seen the milli' got the bubble guts (Milli')
Butterfly doors, gotta let 'em up
They takin' pictures of me, hold my Richie up
When I slide in, oh, she ride in
Knock a nigga off quick with a light ten
Oh, she ride like a pro, get a new Benz
Off the jet to a check, it's a backend
I can't trip, I put Fendi on my slips (On my slips)
I got gang with me, you might wanna dip
I got plaques on plaques, Maybach, way back
Drop a hundred where my stash spot at (Rich)
Chain frozen, and I bought my bitch a Range Rover (Woo)
Lambo' with no top, yeah, bitch, the game over (Skrrt skrrt, hey)
Brand new mansion spot, invite the gang over (Gang, gang)
We ain't soaked, but baguettes look like rain soakin' (Baguettes)
Bands out the gym, jumpin' like Double Dutch (Bands, they jumpin')
You kissin' on the bitch and we gon' split 'em up (Lil' bitch)
If you got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up, Uh-huh)
Why you capping? 'cause the money, it ain't big enough (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, had to cut the middle man, I ain't talking Malcolms
When you put the work in, just look at all the outcomes
When you blessin' faith, what these niggas be like, "How come?"
Though we quick to f*ck these niggas up like round one
I got no time for hissy fits (No), can't count on you, you counterfeit
It's just me, Offset, and Rich
When you lose and win it all, that's a feeling you'll never forget
Graveyard shifts, tales from the crypt
See, I'm the boss, no calling sick, look
It's just me and all my dogs and we ridin' like we lawless
She hit me with "Let's talk," shit
But bitch, you might as well be talking to a f*cking wall
Than to have a heart-to-heart with a nigga that's as heartless
Yeah, I look exhausted (Woah), but that's just what it cost, shit
I still proceed with caution (Uh-huh)
'Cause I done seen some people have it all and then they lost it (Straight up)
Got a dime bitch ridin' with me even when she nauseous (Damn)
Done made it through the fire, but I'm still that f*cking raw, bitch (F*cking raw, I'm that raw, bitch)
I go off, go in, go up, but never go back (Go)
I know we in a league of our own, bitch, I'm pro-black (Huh)
Just hit a lick for my grandsons and I don't have sons (Woah)
But that's how far I'm thinking ahead, bitch, and some
Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
Jump right in it like I'm playin' Double Dutch (Ooh)
Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up (Hey)
Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up (Big body keys)
You can't buy me for no million, nigga, that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
Nigga done lost your f*ckin' mind tryna beef with us (Lost your mind)
Bands out the gym, jumpin' like double dutch (Bands, they jumpin')
You kissin' on the bitch and we gon' split 'em up (Lil' bitch)
If you got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up)
Why you capping? 'cause the money, it ain't big enough (Huh?)
Jump right in it like I'm playin' Double Dutch (Ooh)
Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up (Hey)
Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up (Big body keys)
You can't buy me for no million, nigga, that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
Nigga done lost your f*ckin' mind tryna beef with us (Lost your mind)
We run it up from the ground, nigga, don't sleep on us (Yeah)
LeBron James, none of these niggas ain't equal to us (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch get hit on the bus (Yeah)
The bitch a runt, a mutt (Yeah)
Grippin' on my clutch (Yeah)
Watch that nigga, he sus' (Yeah)
Hard for me to trust (Oh, yeah)
I got the Midas touch (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Bitches seen the milli' got the bubble guts (Milli')
Butterfly doors, gotta let 'em up
They takin' pictures of me, hold my Richie up
When I slide in, oh, she ride in
Knock a nigga off quick with a light ten
Oh, she ride like a pro, get a new Benz
Off the jet to a check, it's a backend
I can't trip, I put Fendi on my slips (On my slips)
I got gang with me, you might wanna dip
I got plaques on plaques, Maybach, way back
Drop a hundred where my stash spot at (Rich)
Chain frozen, and I bought my bitch a Range Rover (Woo)
Lambo' with no top, yeah, bitch, the game over (Skrrt skrrt, hey)
Brand new mansion spot, invite the gang over (Gang, gang)
We ain't soaked, but baguettes look like rain soakin' (Baguettes)
Bands out the gym, jumpin' like Double Dutch (Bands, they jumpin')
You kissin' on the bitch and we gon' split 'em up (Lil' bitch)
If you got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up, Uh-huh)
Why you capping? 'cause the money, it ain't big enough (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, had to cut the middle man, I ain't talking Malcolms
When you put the work in, just look at all the outcomes
When you blessin' faith, what these niggas be like, "How come?"
Though we quick to f*ck these niggas up like round one
I got no time for hissy fits (No), can't count on you, you counterfeit
It's just me, Offset, and Rich
When you lose and win it all, that's a feeling you'll never forget
Graveyard shifts, tales from the crypt
See, I'm the boss, no calling sick, look
It's just me and all my dogs and we ridin' like we lawless
She hit me with "Let's talk," shit
But bitch, you might as well be talking to a f*cking wall
Than to have a heart-to-heart with a nigga that's as heartless
Yeah, I look exhausted (Woah), but that's just what it cost, shit
I still proceed with caution (Uh-huh)
'Cause I done seen some people have it all and then they lost it (Straight up)
Got a dime bitch ridin' with me even when she nauseous (Damn)
Done made it through the fire, but I'm still that f*cking raw, bitch (F*cking raw, I'm that raw, bitch)
I go off, go in, go up, but never go back (Go)
I know we in a league of our own, bitch, I'm pro-black (Huh)
Just hit a lick for my grandsons and I don't have sons (Woah)
But that's how far I'm thinking ahead, bitch, and some
Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
Jump right in it like I'm playin' Double Dutch (Ooh)
Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up (Hey)
Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up (Big body keys)
You can't buy me for no million, nigga, that ain't enough (That ain't enough)
But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
Nigga done lost your f*ckin' mind tryna beef with us (Lost your mind)
Bands out the gym, jumpin' like double dutch (Bands, they jumpin')
You kissin' on the bitch and we gon' split 'em up (Lil' bitch)
If you got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up)
Why you capping? 'cause the money, it ain't big enough (Huh?)
Writer: Tyler Williams, Sean Anderson, Kiari Cephus, Dimitri Leslie Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Racks Today
Ricky Racks
I got a check to spend (what?)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (hand), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (trap)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (Rich)
I got a check to spend (spend)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (whoa), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (out)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (ayy)
You went the wrong way (day), it's been a long day (long)
You get the short pay (short), I get them racks today (racks)
Ooh, back in the drank again
I'm looking for pints, would somebody bring 'em in? (Lean)
That bitch, I'm smashing it
No cappin', I'm rappin', I got in an accident (ooh)
I crashed it (crashed)
These niggas was hatin, I passed 'em (I passed 'em)
Keep talking, the choppa gon' blast you (grrah)
Outta here like NASA (NASA)
Ooh, pick up my plug on the spaceship (plug)
Ain't got no time for no dumb bitch (dumb bitch)
Oh shit, f*ck it, I'm dumb rich (dumb rich)
That money, these bitches gon' come quick (Rich)
I got a check to spend (what?)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (hand), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (trap)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (Rich)
I got a check to spend (spend)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (whoa), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (out)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (ayy)
Ice on me
Come blind you with all of this light on me (huh)
Bring her 'round, take your bitch, homie (what)
She flip on the dick, do tricks on me
Ooh, shout out the bag too
I got me the Bentley, might go the Wraith too
Pass her 'round 'cause she f*ck with the crew
All of this money, you wouldn't know what to do (huh)
You get bossed around (around)
I smoke out the pound, I smoke out the pound (pound)
Too much drip, might drown (yeah)
That brand new Lamb', I'm pullin' it out (Skrrt)
2018 (18)
Might fall in love, that pussy was so clean (so clean)
The head was so mean (so mean)
The money, racks, tall, higher than Yao Ming
I got a check to spend (what?)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (hand), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (trap)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (Rich)
I got a check to spend (spend)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (whoa), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (out)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (woo)
I got a check to spend (what?)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (hand), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (trap)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (Rich)
I got a check to spend (spend)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (whoa), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (out)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (ayy)
You went the wrong way (day), it's been a long day (long)
You get the short pay (short), I get them racks today (racks)
Ooh, back in the drank again
I'm looking for pints, would somebody bring 'em in? (Lean)
That bitch, I'm smashing it
No cappin', I'm rappin', I got in an accident (ooh)
I crashed it (crashed)
These niggas was hatin, I passed 'em (I passed 'em)
Keep talking, the choppa gon' blast you (grrah)
Outta here like NASA (NASA)
Ooh, pick up my plug on the spaceship (plug)
Ain't got no time for no dumb bitch (dumb bitch)
Oh shit, f*ck it, I'm dumb rich (dumb rich)
That money, these bitches gon' come quick (Rich)
I got a check to spend (what?)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (hand), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (trap)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (Rich)
I got a check to spend (spend)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (whoa), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (out)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (ayy)
Ice on me
Come blind you with all of this light on me (huh)
Bring her 'round, take your bitch, homie (what)
She flip on the dick, do tricks on me
Ooh, shout out the bag too
I got me the Bentley, might go the Wraith too
Pass her 'round 'cause she f*ck with the crew
All of this money, you wouldn't know what to do (huh)
You get bossed around (around)
I smoke out the pound, I smoke out the pound (pound)
Too much drip, might drown (yeah)
That brand new Lamb', I'm pullin' it out (Skrrt)
2018 (18)
Might fall in love, that pussy was so clean (so clean)
The head was so mean (so mean)
The money, racks, tall, higher than Yao Ming
I got a check to spend (what?)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (hand), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (trap)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (Rich)
I got a check to spend (spend)
Ain't gotta flex, I win (flex)
I said the Maybach a Benz (a Benz)
You cappin', them racks is in (racks)
F*ck a handout (whoa), I was trappin' 'til the lights out (out)
The right route, now I'm rich, I brought the ice out (woo)
Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © HALL OF FAME MUSIC GROUP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © HALL OF FAME MUSIC GROUP INC
Woah
(Woah, oh, ooh, ooh)
I wanna ride 'til the sun just
I like the sound my name on your tongue
'Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah
That's right, you the bomb
Give me the time and I'm on it with commas
You got the woah, baby
You got the woah
She got that woah (woah)
She got that drip slow (drip, drip)
She got that, I might pull up on her, buy a Range Rove'
Put them hoes to the side (to the side)
Got a Wraith outside, we could slide (we could slide)
Tell my friends about the pussy 'cause it's fire ('cause it's fire)
I might let her drive the Bentley 'cause I'm high ('cause I'm high)
New Birkin bag, I gotta keep her fly (keep her fly)
Hit the red car drippin', you and I (you and I)
Know I love you, I can't even tell a lie (tell a lie)
You got it, you got it (you got it)
Girl, your love, I can't be without it (woo)
If she want Chanel, she gon' cop it (she gon' cop it)
Me and you, baby, ain't no stoppin' (rich)
I wanna ride 'til the sun just
I like the sound my name on your tongue
'Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah
That's right, you the bomb (aah)
Give me the time and I'm on it with commas (aah)
You got the woah, baby
You got the woah
Yeah, you got it, you got it
Oh, you got it, you got it
Yeah, you got it, you got it (yeah)
You got the woah
Yeah, you got it, you got it
Oh, you got it, you got it
Yeah, you got it, you got it (yeah)
You got the woah (Dolla $ign)
You got that woah, baby
Gotta hit it slow, baby
Got me losing my mind, going crazy
Girl, lock your door (lock your door)
Tú mi amor (tú mi amor)
Without a question, yeah
You the one for sure (sure)
You my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Tell them hoes back back, I'm taken
And I ain't going out tonight, I'm staying
Thinking 'bout you all day, I'm anxious
Got a nigga drunk in love, I'm wasted
I wanna ride 'til the sun just (woo)
I like the sound my name on your tongue
'Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah (ooh, yeah)
That's right, you the bomb (ahh) (you the bomb)
Give me the time and I'm on it with commas (aah)
You got the woah, baby (you)
You got the woah
I wanna ride 'til the sun just
I like the sound my name on your tongue
'Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah
That's right, you the bomb
Give me the time and I'm on it with commas
You got the woah, baby
You got the woah
She got that woah (woah)
She got that drip slow (drip, drip)
She got that, I might pull up on her, buy a Range Rove'
Put them hoes to the side (to the side)
Got a Wraith outside, we could slide (we could slide)
Tell my friends about the pussy 'cause it's fire ('cause it's fire)
I might let her drive the Bentley 'cause I'm high ('cause I'm high)
New Birkin bag, I gotta keep her fly (keep her fly)
Hit the red car drippin', you and I (you and I)
Know I love you, I can't even tell a lie (tell a lie)
You got it, you got it (you got it)
Girl, your love, I can't be without it (woo)
If she want Chanel, she gon' cop it (she gon' cop it)
Me and you, baby, ain't no stoppin' (rich)
I wanna ride 'til the sun just
I like the sound my name on your tongue
'Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah
That's right, you the bomb (aah)
Give me the time and I'm on it with commas (aah)
You got the woah, baby
You got the woah
Yeah, you got it, you got it
Oh, you got it, you got it
Yeah, you got it, you got it (yeah)
You got the woah
Yeah, you got it, you got it
Oh, you got it, you got it
Yeah, you got it, you got it (yeah)
You got the woah (Dolla $ign)
You got that woah, baby
Gotta hit it slow, baby
Got me losing my mind, going crazy
Girl, lock your door (lock your door)
Tú mi amor (tú mi amor)
Without a question, yeah
You the one for sure (sure)
You my baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Tell them hoes back back, I'm taken
And I ain't going out tonight, I'm staying
Thinking 'bout you all day, I'm anxious
Got a nigga drunk in love, I'm wasted
I wanna ride 'til the sun just (woo)
I like the sound my name on your tongue
'Cause you got the woah, baby
You got the woah (ooh, yeah)
That's right, you the bomb (ahh) (you the bomb)
Give me the time and I'm on it with commas (aah)
You got the woah, baby (you)
You got the woah
Writer: Miguel Jontel Pimentel, Rex Kudo, Rupert Jr. Thomas, Tyrone William Griffin, Dimitri Leslie Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Tic Toc w/ Tory Lanez
(feat. Tory Lanez)
(Everything foreign)
[Tory Lanez:]
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Yeah
[Rich The Kid:]
Move your legs, lock
Ain't wastin' time I know that pussy drip drop
Buss down might put your wrist on tic toc
Bought a Richard Mille, you know this ain't no G-Shock
Breakin' the bank, I've been flexin' too hard, bring the racks out
She suckin' the dick so good does she put her teeth out?
Give her 50 bands in the mall, I let her cash out
Pussy good I'ma bend her over pull the weave out
For a little chain they'll pull up on you, get a bad break
Hit the pussy twice I made the leg shake
Wake up I was thinkin' 'bout the new Wraith
Pulled the chopper hit you from a long range
(Rich!)
[Tory Lanez:]
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Yeah
41, Mille bust down
I get to runnin' through that pussy like a touchdown
You hated on me back then, my nigga, well, what now
What she was sayin' fam, it ain't shit to discuss now
I just put a double shot inside a double cup now
Touchin' that money give a young nigga a rush now
Throw that money up so high that they gotta throw it down
She gon' let me f*ck, counter, carpet then rug now
Deep in the hundreds you lovin' the way I like the wrist
Nigga say I be biting well I'ma bite your bitch
She a thottie with a body and I like the bitch
Gotta keep that shit a stack, man, I like the bitch
(Lil' Tory)
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Yeah
(Everything foreign)
[Tory Lanez:]
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Yeah
[Rich The Kid:]
Move your legs, lock
Ain't wastin' time I know that pussy drip drop
Buss down might put your wrist on tic toc
Bought a Richard Mille, you know this ain't no G-Shock
Breakin' the bank, I've been flexin' too hard, bring the racks out
She suckin' the dick so good does she put her teeth out?
Give her 50 bands in the mall, I let her cash out
Pussy good I'ma bend her over pull the weave out
For a little chain they'll pull up on you, get a bad break
Hit the pussy twice I made the leg shake
Wake up I was thinkin' 'bout the new Wraith
Pulled the chopper hit you from a long range
(Rich!)
[Tory Lanez:]
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Yeah
41, Mille bust down
I get to runnin' through that pussy like a touchdown
You hated on me back then, my nigga, well, what now
What she was sayin' fam, it ain't shit to discuss now
I just put a double shot inside a double cup now
Touchin' that money give a young nigga a rush now
Throw that money up so high that they gotta throw it down
She gon' let me f*ck, counter, carpet then rug now
Deep in the hundreds you lovin' the way I like the wrist
Nigga say I be biting well I'ma bite your bitch
She a thottie with a body and I like the bitch
Gotta keep that shit a stack, man, I like the bitch
(Lil' Tory)
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Tick, tock
Nigga, big Glocks
We got big shots
We do wig shots
I do headshots
They do red dots
Bitch, I'm red hot
Make yo bed rock
Yeah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Wrong Thing
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the f*ck is Narquise?
Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin', they can't flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil' niggas how to make a mil' (Make a mil')
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin' still? (Why they trappin' still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin', took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain't a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin' like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)
Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing
Copped the Lambo', it's a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I'm tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
She want the Brown Boy 'cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli'
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it's filthy (Filthy)
And he gon' hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin' money, don't you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin' gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin' facts, I'll take racks over clout (I'll take racks)
Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing
Ayy, who the f*ck is Narquise?
Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin', they can't flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil' niggas how to make a mil' (Make a mil')
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin' still? (Why they trappin' still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin', took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain't a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain't nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin' like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)
Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing
Copped the Lambo', it's a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I'm tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
She want the Brown Boy 'cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli'
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it's filthy (Filthy)
And he gon' hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin' money, don't you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin' gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin' facts, I'll take racks over clout (I'll take racks)
Got the Rolls Royce, it's a truck (It's a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil' blonde bitch tryna f*ck (Tryna f*ck)
All these hoes on me 'cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it's a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it's the wrong thing
Writer: Jahmon Pauling, Jonathan Joyner, Kenneth Bailey, Navraj Goraya
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, YOUNG SCOOTER PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave, YOUNG SCOOTER PUBLISHING
4 Phones
Got it on smash
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but f*ck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones
Niggas is cap for real
Ain't seen a half a mill
My bitch ass thick so real (so real)
I was trappin' to pay the bills (woo)
Money long need to pick-up truck (pick-up truck)
Lotta hundreds you can't pick 'em up
Gotta make sure my niggas rich (rich)
In the Tesla but I had to switch
Niggas fraud, really counterfeit (counterfeit)
Flip her over then she do a split
They was lying but I'm really rich
She be lying, you can't trust the bitch
Want the money, yeah, the check that's it (that's it)
Rubber bands all around my wrist
Broke niggas they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (shit)
I was broke, had to hit that lick (lick)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith, I just might go snatch the Ghost
I'm all into Forbes I ain't gotta brag no more (ain't gotta brag, ayy)
She give me top at the red light (red light, what?)
She get a bag if the head right
Cuban links nigga iced out
Pinky ring that's a lighthouse
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but f*ck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Nigga the block is hot (hot)
My niggas they trap a lot (trap)
My bitches got her ass out (ass out)
F*ck her, she tap out
My money don't max out (max out)
What is the cap about?
These niggas they cap a lot
I'm dropping the top on spot
She ain't tryna f*ck, then she get kicked out
Niggas keep talkin' they gon' get X'd out
Mama said don't have my house trapped out
Got a little foreign, 'bout to blow the back out
Too many shows, packed-out
He keep talkin' he can bring the racks out
New Lamb, now I'm about to back out
Want a Porsche but that shit was sold out
Run a lil' check, there's no more relaxin'
I brought the Rich, you bought the Rollie
Bitch probably lyin', said she don't know me
I wanna ball like better than Kobe
100 racks, blue cheese that's on me
We ain't friends, no you're not my homie
Rich Forever we got tall racks
Broke bitch better fall back (lil' bitch!)
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but f*ck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but f*ck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones
Niggas is cap for real
Ain't seen a half a mill
My bitch ass thick so real (so real)
I was trappin' to pay the bills (woo)
Money long need to pick-up truck (pick-up truck)
Lotta hundreds you can't pick 'em up
Gotta make sure my niggas rich (rich)
In the Tesla but I had to switch
Niggas fraud, really counterfeit (counterfeit)
Flip her over then she do a split
They was lying but I'm really rich
She be lying, you can't trust the bitch
Want the money, yeah, the check that's it (that's it)
Rubber bands all around my wrist
Broke niggas they ain't talkin' 'bout shit (shit)
I was broke, had to hit that lick (lick)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith, I just might go snatch the Ghost
I'm all into Forbes I ain't gotta brag no more (ain't gotta brag, ayy)
She give me top at the red light (red light, what?)
She get a bag if the head right
Cuban links nigga iced out
Pinky ring that's a lighthouse
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but f*ck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Nigga the block is hot (hot)
My niggas they trap a lot (trap)
My bitches got her ass out (ass out)
F*ck her, she tap out
My money don't max out (max out)
What is the cap about?
These niggas they cap a lot
I'm dropping the top on spot
She ain't tryna f*ck, then she get kicked out
Niggas keep talkin' they gon' get X'd out
Mama said don't have my house trapped out
Got a little foreign, 'bout to blow the back out
Too many shows, packed-out
He keep talkin' he can bring the racks out
New Lamb, now I'm about to back out
Want a Porsche but that shit was sold out
Run a lil' check, there's no more relaxin'
I brought the Rich, you bought the Rollie
Bitch probably lyin', said she don't know me
I wanna ball like better than Kobe
100 racks, blue cheese that's on me
We ain't friends, no you're not my homie
Rich Forever we got tall racks
Broke bitch better fall back (lil' bitch!)
They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?)
I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat)
I run through the check, but f*ck it, the bag is close (bag is close)
I don't want your bitch, but f*ck it, I had the hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
I made a hundred thousand in the same clothes (same clothes)
I dropped a whole quarter, now my neck froze (neck froze, ice)
Rich Forever, put my team on (my team on)
Think I'm still trappin', I got four phones
Writer: David Ruoff, Dimitri Roger, Elias Klughammer, Samuel Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rockets
Cookie bad, flavor dash my fragrance (Cookie)
What's the point of cuffin' hoes, they ain't faithful (What's the point?)
Ghost ride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrr, Rolls and the 'Rari)
I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (Sorry)
And my bitches bad, I can't do no basics (Bad, Bad)
Trap around the world, leaving traces (Yeah)
At the show they rage, it's outrageous (Huh)
They be throwing shade, they so shady
(Rich)
You a pup
Don't touch my cup
Ice it up
She wanna f*ck
You goin' out sad today
She might get a bag today
I just might break the safe
I just matte black the Wraith
It was just me and Take'
Was a whole lotta cash to make
I'm in the club with a rocket
The racks are stuffed in my pocket
In my new coupe, it's a new boo
Mixin' the cookie with sherbet
Too many diamonds I'm making 'em nervous
Now my cash right
We sip Act' right
They still hatin'
Thought I wouldn't make it
Call up the plug, he waiting
Cookie bad got it stanky
Rich nigga, I was patient
Bitches all different flavors
Cookie bad, flavor dash my fragrance (Cookie)
What's the point of cuffin' hoes, they ain't faithful (What's the point?)
Ghost ride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrr, Rolls and the 'Rari)
I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (Sorry)
And my bitches bad, I can't do no basics (Bad, Bad)
Trap around the world, leaving traces
At the show they rage, it's outrageous (Rage)
They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shady)
I don't smoke no OG
Bitch I'm only smoking cookies
Threw twenty bands at her, ran the bitch at Tootsies
No I'm not your baby daddy, I just pop like fifteen Xannies
Sip a pint, now I'm happy
Side bitch from Cincinnati
Woke up, pop a bean
This my everyday routine
On a PJ's sipping lean
Smokin' dope with Charlie Sheen
Ugly hoes can't hang with us
No we do not pay to f*ck
That bitch look like a crackhead that sniff angel dust
Oooh, I just woke up in a Bentley coupe
Oooh, I know that she wanna f*ck the crew
Like damn, Lil Pump just gave your daughter a Xan
Like damn, f*ck her so good that I broke her back
Cookie bad, flavor dash my fragrance (Cookie)
What's the point of cuffin' hoes, they ain't faithful (What's the point?)
Ghost ride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrr, Rolls and the 'Rari)
I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (Sorry)
And my bitches bad, I can't do no basics (Bad, Bad)
Trap around the world, leaving traces
At the show they rage, it's outrageous (Rage)
They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shady)
What's the point of cuffin' hoes, they ain't faithful (What's the point?)
Ghost ride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrr, Rolls and the 'Rari)
I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (Sorry)
And my bitches bad, I can't do no basics (Bad, Bad)
Trap around the world, leaving traces (Yeah)
At the show they rage, it's outrageous (Huh)
They be throwing shade, they so shady
(Rich)
You a pup
Don't touch my cup
Ice it up
She wanna f*ck
You goin' out sad today
She might get a bag today
I just might break the safe
I just matte black the Wraith
It was just me and Take'
Was a whole lotta cash to make
I'm in the club with a rocket
The racks are stuffed in my pocket
In my new coupe, it's a new boo
Mixin' the cookie with sherbet
Too many diamonds I'm making 'em nervous
Now my cash right
We sip Act' right
They still hatin'
Thought I wouldn't make it
Call up the plug, he waiting
Cookie bad got it stanky
Rich nigga, I was patient
Bitches all different flavors
Cookie bad, flavor dash my fragrance (Cookie)
What's the point of cuffin' hoes, they ain't faithful (What's the point?)
Ghost ride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrr, Rolls and the 'Rari)
I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (Sorry)
And my bitches bad, I can't do no basics (Bad, Bad)
Trap around the world, leaving traces
At the show they rage, it's outrageous (Rage)
They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shady)
I don't smoke no OG
Bitch I'm only smoking cookies
Threw twenty bands at her, ran the bitch at Tootsies
No I'm not your baby daddy, I just pop like fifteen Xannies
Sip a pint, now I'm happy
Side bitch from Cincinnati
Woke up, pop a bean
This my everyday routine
On a PJ's sipping lean
Smokin' dope with Charlie Sheen
Ugly hoes can't hang with us
No we do not pay to f*ck
That bitch look like a crackhead that sniff angel dust
Oooh, I just woke up in a Bentley coupe
Oooh, I know that she wanna f*ck the crew
Like damn, Lil Pump just gave your daughter a Xan
Like damn, f*ck her so good that I broke her back
Cookie bad, flavor dash my fragrance (Cookie)
What's the point of cuffin' hoes, they ain't faithful (What's the point?)
Ghost ride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrr, Rolls and the 'Rari)
I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (Sorry)
And my bitches bad, I can't do no basics (Bad, Bad)
Trap around the world, leaving traces
At the show they rage, it's outrageous (Rage)
They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shady)
Writer: Benjamin Joseph Workman, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Gazzy Garcia, Kirsnick Khari Ball
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Peermusic Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O CAPASSO, Peermusic Publishing, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Like Mike
Nard and B
More rings, more chains, nigga
Hey
Trenchwerk
XL Eagle made it
Ayy
I spend it all, get it right back (what? Right back)
You niggas acting up, niggas showing off
Niggas not even like that (niggas not even like that)
Gotta go run to the money, I pick up a bag and I'm coming right back (bitch)
Them niggas lookin' real funny
I'm whippin' the Jag', I know they don't like that (skrrt, Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Diamonds they dancin' like Mike Jack (what?)
I'm on a roll like dice (hey)
You gotta pay that price (yeah)
She give me face like Skype (face like Skype)
I got an old man tight (yeah)
I gotta ball like Mike (hey)
VVS's dance, yeah they moonwalk (ice)
I put the gang on ice
Runnin' to the bands, gotta cool off (yeah, yeah)
I blow them racks when I'm pissed off (what?)
Pull out the Wraith, drop the top off (skrrt)
You niggas is softer than cotton (huh?)
Back up 'cause my diamonds be boxing (woah)
Rich Forever getting to the cheddar now (cheddar now)
I bought me a Maybach to ride around (huh?)
I'm flexing, they pulling the cameras out (flex)
They asking me, "What's all the talk about?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Left wrist froze, got pointers (ice)
The bankroll too big, it don't fold up (woah)
Rich Forever, whole gang froze up (froze up)
She a motherf*ckin' liar if she don't know us (huh?)
Back to the trap (trap)
VV's, bitch, my diamonds attack (bitch)
Just sippin' the Act' (Act')
Ridin' 'round with a pint and a MAC (grrah)
I spend it all, get it right back (right back)
You niggas acting up, niggas showing off
Niggas not even like that (niggas not even like that)
Gotta go run to the money, I pick up a bag and I'm coming right back (yeah, yeah)
Them niggas lookin' real funny
I'm whippin' the Jag', I know they don't like that (skrrt)
Diamonds they dancin' like Mike Jack
I'm on a roll like dice (hey)
You gotta pay that price (yeah)
She give me face like Skype (face like Skype)
I got an old man tight (yeah)
I gotta ball like Mike
VVS's dance, yeah they moonwalk
I put the gang on ice
Runnin' to the bands, gotta cool off
Huh? We ain't into the ho talk
Turn a nigga whole afro to a mohawk, ayy
And I'm making mad money, no lie
In the big body, but it's fast like the go-kart, ayy
They be so mad when I pull up
Put your girlfriend in the back of the tour bus, ayy
I ain't got time for a ho now
Put my dick in her tonsil, make her throw up, ayy
The way she be rockin' Hermès
The way she rockin' all this Gucci and Louis
I wanna rock out her bed
I hope that pussy ain't loose and it's gooey
Let's take a flight to Berlin
I get you Givenchy and Jimmy Choo things
I skeeted all on her chest
Watch it drip all the way down to the pussy
I spend it all, get it right back (right back)
You niggas acting up, niggas showing off
Niggas not even like that (niggas not even like that)
Gotta go run to the money, I pick up a bag and I'm coming right back (yeah, yeah)
Them niggas lookin' real funny
I'm whippin' the Jag', I know they don't like that (skrrt)
Diamonds they dancin' like Mike Jack
I'm on a roll like dice (hey)
You gotta pay that price (yeah)
She give me face like Skype (face like Skype)
I got an old man tight (yeah)
I gotta ball like Mike
VVS's dance, yeah they moonwalk
I put the gang on ice
Runnin' to the bands, gotta cool off
Trenchwerk
More rings, more chains, nigga
Hey
Trenchwerk
XL Eagle made it
Ayy
I spend it all, get it right back (what? Right back)
You niggas acting up, niggas showing off
Niggas not even like that (niggas not even like that)
Gotta go run to the money, I pick up a bag and I'm coming right back (bitch)
Them niggas lookin' real funny
I'm whippin' the Jag', I know they don't like that (skrrt, Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Diamonds they dancin' like Mike Jack (what?)
I'm on a roll like dice (hey)
You gotta pay that price (yeah)
She give me face like Skype (face like Skype)
I got an old man tight (yeah)
I gotta ball like Mike (hey)
VVS's dance, yeah they moonwalk (ice)
I put the gang on ice
Runnin' to the bands, gotta cool off (yeah, yeah)
I blow them racks when I'm pissed off (what?)
Pull out the Wraith, drop the top off (skrrt)
You niggas is softer than cotton (huh?)
Back up 'cause my diamonds be boxing (woah)
Rich Forever getting to the cheddar now (cheddar now)
I bought me a Maybach to ride around (huh?)
I'm flexing, they pulling the cameras out (flex)
They asking me, "What's all the talk about?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Left wrist froze, got pointers (ice)
The bankroll too big, it don't fold up (woah)
Rich Forever, whole gang froze up (froze up)
She a motherf*ckin' liar if she don't know us (huh?)
Back to the trap (trap)
VV's, bitch, my diamonds attack (bitch)
Just sippin' the Act' (Act')
Ridin' 'round with a pint and a MAC (grrah)
I spend it all, get it right back (right back)
You niggas acting up, niggas showing off
Niggas not even like that (niggas not even like that)
Gotta go run to the money, I pick up a bag and I'm coming right back (yeah, yeah)
Them niggas lookin' real funny
I'm whippin' the Jag', I know they don't like that (skrrt)
Diamonds they dancin' like Mike Jack
I'm on a roll like dice (hey)
You gotta pay that price (yeah)
She give me face like Skype (face like Skype)
I got an old man tight (yeah)
I gotta ball like Mike
VVS's dance, yeah they moonwalk
I put the gang on ice
Runnin' to the bands, gotta cool off
Huh? We ain't into the ho talk
Turn a nigga whole afro to a mohawk, ayy
And I'm making mad money, no lie
In the big body, but it's fast like the go-kart, ayy
They be so mad when I pull up
Put your girlfriend in the back of the tour bus, ayy
I ain't got time for a ho now
Put my dick in her tonsil, make her throw up, ayy
The way she be rockin' Hermès
The way she rockin' all this Gucci and Louis
I wanna rock out her bed
I hope that pussy ain't loose and it's gooey
Let's take a flight to Berlin
I get you Givenchy and Jimmy Choo things
I skeeted all on her chest
Watch it drip all the way down to the pussy
I spend it all, get it right back (right back)
You niggas acting up, niggas showing off
Niggas not even like that (niggas not even like that)
Gotta go run to the money, I pick up a bag and I'm coming right back (yeah, yeah)
Them niggas lookin' real funny
I'm whippin' the Jag', I know they don't like that (skrrt)
Diamonds they dancin' like Mike Jack
I'm on a roll like dice (hey)
You gotta pay that price (yeah)
She give me face like Skype (face like Skype)
I got an old man tight (yeah)
I gotta ball like Mike
VVS's dance, yeah they moonwalk
I put the gang on ice
Runnin' to the bands, gotta cool off
Trenchwerk
Writer: Artist Julius Dubose, Brandon Eric Rackley, Dimitri Leslie Roger, James Bernard Jr Rosser, Jason Cole Critchlow, Trevon Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Racks Out
TheLabCook
Niggas lyin' 'bout their flexing, I done did that
Niggas showin' off a skirt, now where your bitch at
I been chasin' at the check, now I can't miss that
Why you cappin', signed three-sixty on your contract
Nigga racks out
Ass out
If the pussy good she at the penthouse
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out
Blew a mil' I done did that
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack
He got two hundred thousand for that contract
Now the nigga broke, like where your funds at
In that pussy, got her dripping
She had to leave, he was slippin
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen
I don't trust a bitch that say she different
She pump gas in my Wraith
Yeah the money hide in safe
I can't trust 'em 'cause they fake
F*cked the bitch and get the cake
Chase the money on a race
Don't put that pussy in my face
Niggas lyin' 'bout their flexing, I done did that
Niggas showin' off a skirt, now where your bitch at
I been chasin' at the check, now I can't miss that
Why you cappin', signed three-sixty on your contract
Nigga racks out
Ass out
If the pussy good she at the penthouse
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out
Blow a quarter-mil, you can't do it
Why you cappin', AP fake, I ain't stupid
I just wanna get that money, put my team on
Cuban link on me, it's an icicle
Bet she want a purse, match her brown hair
But she trippin', ain't no f*ckin' trickin' round here
Niggas switch up when they make it
I had the chance, I had to take it
Stay back, your money way flat
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, how you gon' top that
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back
Niggas lyin' 'bout their flexing, I done did that
Niggas showin' off a skirt, now where your bitch at
I been chasin' at the check, now I can't miss that
Why you cappin', signed three-sixty on your contract
Nigga racks out
Ass out
If the pussy good she at the penthouse
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out
Niggas lyin' 'bout their flexing, I done did that
Niggas showin' off a skirt, now where your bitch at
I been chasin' at the check, now I can't miss that
Why you cappin', signed three-sixty on your contract
Nigga racks out
Ass out
If the pussy good she at the penthouse
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out
Blew a mil' I done did that
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack
He got two hundred thousand for that contract
Now the nigga broke, like where your funds at
In that pussy, got her dripping
She had to leave, he was slippin
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen
I don't trust a bitch that say she different
She pump gas in my Wraith
Yeah the money hide in safe
I can't trust 'em 'cause they fake
F*cked the bitch and get the cake
Chase the money on a race
Don't put that pussy in my face
Niggas lyin' 'bout their flexing, I done did that
Niggas showin' off a skirt, now where your bitch at
I been chasin' at the check, now I can't miss that
Why you cappin', signed three-sixty on your contract
Nigga racks out
Ass out
If the pussy good she at the penthouse
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out
Blow a quarter-mil, you can't do it
Why you cappin', AP fake, I ain't stupid
I just wanna get that money, put my team on
Cuban link on me, it's an icicle
Bet she want a purse, match her brown hair
But she trippin', ain't no f*ckin' trickin' round here
Niggas switch up when they make it
I had the chance, I had to take it
Stay back, your money way flat
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, how you gon' top that
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back
Niggas lyin' 'bout their flexing, I done did that
Niggas showin' off a skirt, now where your bitch at
I been chasin' at the check, now I can't miss that
Why you cappin', signed three-sixty on your contract
Nigga racks out
Ass out
If the pussy good she at the penthouse
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out
Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Ring Ring
Someone hit me, ring-ring, yeah
Your love, that's all I need, yeah
Yeah, know it ain't real 'til she tat my name, yeah
Everybody feel but don't feel my pain, yeah
Everybody say but don't say my name, yeah
Sayin' she changed but she still the same
They been tryna get me, tryna reach
Feelin' like Dolph, nigga, preach
Brother, he may never get released
Feelin' like I'm on, I need to
They just wanna see the kid deceased
Yeah, she always tryna get a piece
In the house but she ain't on the leash
Cut her off, lil' mama get released, oh yeah
Uh, put them diamonds your neck, yeah
Don't you ever forget, yeah
I'm with only Pateks, yeah
I don't do no Rolexs, yay
She know this been a hell of a day
In Miami, my condo, I'm late
'Cause a nigga got tired of LA, oh yay
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one (one)
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one
Your trust, baby (your trust), want your love, baby (want some love, baby)
That's all I need (all I need), yeah, I just can't leave, yeah (can't leave)
That pussy certified (certified)
Girl, I know it's love, I see it in your eyes (I see it in your eyes)
If she want a Birkin, I'ma buy her five (woo, woo)
With them other niggas, she wasn't satisfied (satisfied)
Give me a ring-ring, one call
I might cry, cry for you, baby
I might die, die for you, baby (die, die)
Do a drive-by for you, baby (drive-by for you)
I won't never lie to you, baby
Oh yeah, oh yeah (oh yeah)
I'm gon' always be right here (right here)
You won't never have no tears (no tears)
Ice on all your wrists (your wrists)
One call, ring-ring, yeah (yeah)
Wouldn't trade you for the world
That's what you mean, yeah
(That's what you mean, yeah)
(That's what you mean, yeah)
Rich!
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one (one)
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one (one)
Your love, that's all I need, yeah
Yeah, know it ain't real 'til she tat my name, yeah
Everybody feel but don't feel my pain, yeah
Everybody say but don't say my name, yeah
Sayin' she changed but she still the same
They been tryna get me, tryna reach
Feelin' like Dolph, nigga, preach
Brother, he may never get released
Feelin' like I'm on, I need to
They just wanna see the kid deceased
Yeah, she always tryna get a piece
In the house but she ain't on the leash
Cut her off, lil' mama get released, oh yeah
Uh, put them diamonds your neck, yeah
Don't you ever forget, yeah
I'm with only Pateks, yeah
I don't do no Rolexs, yay
She know this been a hell of a day
In Miami, my condo, I'm late
'Cause a nigga got tired of LA, oh yay
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one (one)
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one
Your trust, baby (your trust), want your love, baby (want some love, baby)
That's all I need (all I need), yeah, I just can't leave, yeah (can't leave)
That pussy certified (certified)
Girl, I know it's love, I see it in your eyes (I see it in your eyes)
If she want a Birkin, I'ma buy her five (woo, woo)
With them other niggas, she wasn't satisfied (satisfied)
Give me a ring-ring, one call
I might cry, cry for you, baby
I might die, die for you, baby (die, die)
Do a drive-by for you, baby (drive-by for you)
I won't never lie to you, baby
Oh yeah, oh yeah (oh yeah)
I'm gon' always be right here (right here)
You won't never have no tears (no tears)
Ice on all your wrists (your wrists)
One call, ring-ring, yeah (yeah)
Wouldn't trade you for the world
That's what you mean, yeah
(That's what you mean, yeah)
(That's what you mean, yeah)
Rich!
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one (one)
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one
Someone (someone), hit me, ring-ring, yeah (brr)
Your love (your love), that's all I need, yeah (yeah)
And your trust, girl, that's all that I want (I want)
Even when it falls apart, girl, we one (one)
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Louis Bell, Tavoris Hollins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
For Keeps
CashMoneyAP
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (what?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (yeah)
I want the money, but you want the fame, lil' nigga (fame, lil' nigga, yeah)
Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger (woo, woo)
Brought the lil' foreign bitch, we don't take no pictures (we don't take no pictures)
Pull the stick out, they don't want no issues (Grrah, baow)
Don't want no issues, don't want no issues (want no issues)
Sometimes I tote two guns, I run with plenty killers (plenty killers)
I rock two Rollies, I'm not regular, I'm straight out them trenches (out the trenches)
Got a new Maybach, ain't drove it once, but dropped some ashes in it (vroom)
Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pennies
I'm from the block, no talk and watch, forever mind my business
Put that on my four sons, I won't fold, I be toting that glizzy
This ankle bracelet on my leg, I'm already sentenced
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (Woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep
Tryna rock something (rock)
Ain't leaning off them Xans, I be charged up (up)
Poppin', go to set tripping, throwing B's in that order (bet)
Dave died from that chopper at 16, wish I can call him
And we don't charge 'em
She told, but that's my blood, so we ain't charge 'em
Told my nigga if they play, then they gon' die today (what?)
No, they ain't never seen a nigga spraying out the Wraith (skrrt)
Lawyer need a quarter mil' and he gon' beat the case (he gon' beat the case)
Make another half a mil', I threw it in the safe (woo, woo, woo)
I can't kick it with these niggas 'cause they all fake
Nah, we ain't never going broke because we all straight
Made another hundred, had a long day (long day)
Pullin' out the chopper, look the wrong way
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (yeah)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Never Broke)
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me (Rich Forever, ever)
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (no cap)
You dig?
Huh?
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (what?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (yeah)
I want the money, but you want the fame, lil' nigga (fame, lil' nigga, yeah)
Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger (woo, woo)
Brought the lil' foreign bitch, we don't take no pictures (we don't take no pictures)
Pull the stick out, they don't want no issues (Grrah, baow)
Don't want no issues, don't want no issues (want no issues)
Sometimes I tote two guns, I run with plenty killers (plenty killers)
I rock two Rollies, I'm not regular, I'm straight out them trenches (out the trenches)
Got a new Maybach, ain't drove it once, but dropped some ashes in it (vroom)
Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pennies
I'm from the block, no talk and watch, forever mind my business
Put that on my four sons, I won't fold, I be toting that glizzy
This ankle bracelet on my leg, I'm already sentenced
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (Woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep
Tryna rock something (rock)
Ain't leaning off them Xans, I be charged up (up)
Poppin', go to set tripping, throwing B's in that order (bet)
Dave died from that chopper at 16, wish I can call him
And we don't charge 'em
She told, but that's my blood, so we ain't charge 'em
Told my nigga if they play, then they gon' die today (what?)
No, they ain't never seen a nigga spraying out the Wraith (skrrt)
Lawyer need a quarter mil' and he gon' beat the case (he gon' beat the case)
Make another half a mil', I threw it in the safe (woo, woo, woo)
I can't kick it with these niggas 'cause they all fake
Nah, we ain't never going broke because we all straight
Made another hundred, had a long day (long day)
Pullin' out the chopper, look the wrong way
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (yeah)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Never Broke)
These niggas fake, I don't f*ck with them, they all strangers to me (Rich Forever, ever)
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (no cap)
You dig?
Huh?
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.