The game ain't based on sympathy
I'll leave it at that
(C-Sick)
Yeah
I want this shit to bleed
Yeah, Audemar wrist, tat on my neck
I gotta flex, shit on my ex
You not my bih', you did me wrong
Feel like I can't even call you my ex
I gotta flex, diamonds and checks
All of the shit that you did just to flex
How you gon' shit on the kid just to flex?
How you gon' shit on the kid when you know I used to love you?
Gimme a sec
Check, went to the jewelers said f*ck a Patek
Wildin' out for respect
Shawty, why can't you love me?
Five bands, spending lovely
Wrist cuts, get you glitz'd up
Have you lookin' like you still love me
Why can't you love me?
You got somebody
You cannot trust me
I cannot trust me
Yeah, Audemar wrist, tat on my neck
I gotta flex, shit on my ex
You not my bih', you did me wrong
Feel like I can't even call you my ex
I gotta flex, diamonds and checks
All of the shit that you did just to flex
How you gon' shit on the kid just to flex?
How you gon' shit on the kid when you know I used to love you?
I want this shit to bleed
Yeah, count the baguettes, I need to flex
Need to do something to shift all the stress, yeah
'Cause I can't make you love and I can't make you love me
Damn, I wished you loved me
Damn, I wished you loved me
Wasn't it so lovely? Wasn't it so lovely?
When you used to love me?
And do you still love me?
Why can't you love?
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you love, yeah
Went to the trenches, came back to a nigga
You flew away and came back to a nigga
You used to keep it so thorough
Then when you would come around you wouldn't even dap all my niggas
I love myself when I was in the trap
I love myself when I was in the trenches
I love my love for people
When I used to see 'em walk beside me sleeping on the benches
But one day you saw me and you held me down
Kept it real and shawty you held it down
Wasn't nothin' niggas could tell me now
Wasn't nothin' that I couldn't sell out
I just had to get the money and get it
Got the product, stack it, flip it and split it
With my niggas in the trenches
Baby, you the one that held a nigga down but I will not forget it, yeah
You loved, you loved me
You loved, you loved me
You loved, you loved me
Back to my ways, I'm goin' back to my ways
Audemar Patek the face
I can't go back to your place
It bring me back to the days
Back in the day
How the f*ck you let him kiss on your face?
How you had him all up back in your place?
Had another nigga sit in my space
Tryna give another nigga my place, oh Lord
No-no, no, no, no
Lil' bitch
Tory Lanez - LoVE me NOw Album Lyrics
Tory Lanez - LoVE me NOw Lyrics
Writer: Charles Walter Dumazer, Daystar Peterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
SHE tOLd Me
CashMoneyAP
She told me, that I can't get her
Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her
She told me, that she can't with me
Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her
Hey, ay, ay, ay
I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her
Marchin' band with me, I can't stand with you
I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga
Ay, bitch, I'm the man, nigga
I don't dance, nigga, diamonds dance, nigga (Oh)
Watch the way they doin' the dance, nigga
Yeah, watch the way they do the dance, nigga (Dance, dance)
Flip my hands with you
Flip a gram with you, and split no bands with you (Zoe)
And we ain't takin' no Instagram picture
Put sacks all in my hand, I'm takin' a big ol' band picture (Brrrrt)
Tatted from my neck and to my Loubs, bitch
I've been on the top, I got a bubble in the coupe, bitch
Alexander Wang and some flame, got the juice
But bitch I'm not 2Pac and no the f*ck, this shit not Juice, bitch
F*ck is you, bitch?
I'm the truth, bitch, parachute, bitch
Pull up out the roof, bitch
You a dub, and I'm a W, bitch
She told me, that I can't get her
Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her
She told me, that she can't with me
Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her
Hey, ay, ay, ay
I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her
Marchin' band with me, I can't stand with you
I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga
We not, we not, we not gang, nigga, I do thangs, nigga
We not the same, nigga, I do my thang, nigga
Quarter milli' chain, nigga, I run the game, nigga
I entertain but I'm not here to entertain niggas (Oh my God)
Big bank, bitch, you brought the bag with ya
Got enough to call myself a bank, nigga
I was broke and she would call me, "Lame nigga"
I just f*cked her, yeah, bitch, I'm the same nigga (Gotcha, bitch)
Mmm, standin' on the sofa, I'm the man, bitch
Yeah, I rep the gang, I got it tatted on my hand, bitch
Stone cold face in my watch, Tony Danza
Is you f*ckin' me tonight, lil' bitch? I know the answer
The watch yellow, bitch, this shit got cancer
And I be with shooters that can't do the Instagram
And she told me this shit was goin' down
'Cause she know by the word around town
She told me, that I can't get her
Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her
She told me, that she can't with me
Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her
Hey, ay, ay, ay
I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her
Marchin' band with me, I can't stand with you
I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga
She told me, that I can't get her
Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her
She told me, that she can't with me
Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her
Hey, ay, ay, ay
I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her
Marchin' band with me, I can't stand with you
I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga
Ay, bitch, I'm the man, nigga
I don't dance, nigga, diamonds dance, nigga (Oh)
Watch the way they doin' the dance, nigga
Yeah, watch the way they do the dance, nigga (Dance, dance)
Flip my hands with you
Flip a gram with you, and split no bands with you (Zoe)
And we ain't takin' no Instagram picture
Put sacks all in my hand, I'm takin' a big ol' band picture (Brrrrt)
Tatted from my neck and to my Loubs, bitch
I've been on the top, I got a bubble in the coupe, bitch
Alexander Wang and some flame, got the juice
But bitch I'm not 2Pac and no the f*ck, this shit not Juice, bitch
F*ck is you, bitch?
I'm the truth, bitch, parachute, bitch
Pull up out the roof, bitch
You a dub, and I'm a W, bitch
She told me, that I can't get her
Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her
She told me, that she can't with me
Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her
Hey, ay, ay, ay
I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her
Marchin' band with me, I can't stand with you
I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga
We not, we not, we not gang, nigga, I do thangs, nigga
We not the same, nigga, I do my thang, nigga
Quarter milli' chain, nigga, I run the game, nigga
I entertain but I'm not here to entertain niggas (Oh my God)
Big bank, bitch, you brought the bag with ya
Got enough to call myself a bank, nigga
I was broke and she would call me, "Lame nigga"
I just f*cked her, yeah, bitch, I'm the same nigga (Gotcha, bitch)
Mmm, standin' on the sofa, I'm the man, bitch
Yeah, I rep the gang, I got it tatted on my hand, bitch
Stone cold face in my watch, Tony Danza
Is you f*ckin' me tonight, lil' bitch? I know the answer
The watch yellow, bitch, this shit got cancer
And I be with shooters that can't do the Instagram
And she told me this shit was goin' down
'Cause she know by the word around town
She told me, that I can't get her
Got no chance with her, but my mans hit her
She told me, that she can't with me
Well, I can't with her, I got more bands than her
Hey, ay, ay, ay
I got more bands than her, I can't dance with her
Marchin' band with me, I can't stand with you
I can't hang with you, we not gang, nigga
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Daystar Peterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
DucK my Ex
Got it on smash
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn whats comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
In here, toasted up
I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up, oh yeah
Single for the night and the night looking young
She throw me took me right let me tell you make the jump, jump
Throw it to me, throw it to me
Bust it like a, new year, older to me
Find a new shawty and she badder with the set
Shout-out everybody in here doing better than they ex, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Don't get in my way, get in my way now
Don't you go out your way on your way down
Don't gotta be partying, ain't tryna keep up
Just don't look for me, end of story
It's the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up
I stay creeping
Hit it out the park
With your best friend and we f*cking in my 'Rari
Know a nigga petty, I'm not saying sorry
I'm just countin' checks,tryna flex, you know
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Yeah
I go hard, erect
Surrounded in baguettes
My life need a set
I got [?] in a soundtrack
Sippin' on some mile back
Where you get that style from?
Let me get my style back
Never been camera shy
Mug shots, no Clayton High
Potato on the barrel, turn your ass into potato pie
Every letter in the alphabet a G (a G)
My favourite that I wanna see is me
You can't compete
I'm out your league
Check your receipt
The dick ain't free, yeah
Okay, on my fourth Patek
I'm stuntin' on my ex
Give her everything except another chance and respect, yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks (2 Chainz)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah
Rollie, no Patek
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn whats comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
In here, toasted up
I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up, oh yeah
Single for the night and the night looking young
She throw me took me right let me tell you make the jump, jump
Throw it to me, throw it to me
Bust it like a, new year, older to me
Find a new shawty and she badder with the set
Shout-out everybody in here doing better than they ex, oh
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Don't get in my way, get in my way now
Don't you go out your way on your way down
Don't gotta be partying, ain't tryna keep up
Just don't look for me, end of story
It's the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up
I stay creeping
Hit it out the park
With your best friend and we f*cking in my 'Rari
Know a nigga petty, I'm not saying sorry
I'm just countin' checks,tryna flex, you know
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
Tonight I'ma flex, ah (oh yeah)
Rollie, no Patek (owiee)
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Yeah
I go hard, erect
Surrounded in baguettes
My life need a set
I got [?] in a soundtrack
Sippin' on some mile back
Where you get that style from?
Let me get my style back
Never been camera shy
Mug shots, no Clayton High
Potato on the barrel, turn your ass into potato pie
Every letter in the alphabet a G (a G)
My favourite that I wanna see is me
You can't compete
I'm out your league
Check your receipt
The dick ain't free, yeah
Okay, on my fourth Patek
I'm stuntin' on my ex
Give her everything except another chance and respect, yeah
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks (2 Chainz)
Tonight I'ma flex, ah
Rollie, no Patek
Give me the baguettes and my 40 and the Tec
Tryna duck my ex
Damn what's comin' next
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Tryna duck my ex
Count a 100 checks
I just wanna flex (oh yeah)
Writer: Barrington Wright, Christopher Brown, Daystar Peterson, Gabriel Tavarez, Samuel Jimenez, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
DrIP DrIp Drip
Yo, Tory!
(Got it on smash)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
Stacks all on me
Big drip on me, ay
Faucet on me, ay
I'm dripping water, ay ay
Know you notice, ay
I love it when you tell me that you just the homie, ay
'Cause I can't be committed with these stacks all on me (stacks all)
Big drip on me, ay (drip on me)
Nigga, you don't know me, ay (you don't)
I'm not your homie (not your)
Faucet on me (faucet), I'm dripping water (drippin')
She like it on me, ay (she like it), she like it on me (she like it)
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (she like that)
Iced out wrist
I just hit a lick
Highlight the wrist
That's how I like to drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Yo Tory!
I hit that corner and I'm bendin' it y'know (bendin')
She wanna f*ck well it's the pendant y'know (pendant)
'Cause I'm whipping that white girl, Kylie Jenner y'know (Kylie-yeah)
Put it on that flight and I just send her y'know (send)
I can't get you right, 5 bands for the night
Baby, spend it on what you like, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Drip, drippin' on the side, big sippin', whip dippin'
Thick bitches wanna ride, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Yeah, and I might just f*ck the baddest bitch all in the city, yeah
You's tryin' to f*ck? Speak up 'cause I ain't politicin', yeah
You all in my condo ready to bust it and you brought it back
And if you ain't was ready to bust it, why you brought it then?
Dripped up, dripped up, dripped out
She gon' bust it at the Brickell penthouse
Said it ain't the 90s, but I put it all in your mouth
And it's hard to fit it all in your house with these
Stacks all on me, ay
Big drip on me, ay
Faucet on me, ay
I'm dripping water, ay
Know you notice, ay
I love it when you tell me that you just the homie, ay
'Cause I can't be committed with these stacks all on me (stacks all)
Big drip on me, ay (drip on)
Nigga, you don't know me, ay (you don't)
I'm not your homie (I'm not your)
Faucet on me (faucet), I'm dripping water (drip on)
She like it one me (she like that), she like it on me (she like that)
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (she like that)
Iced out wrist
I just hit a lick
Highlight the wrist
That's how I like to drip (she like that)
Drip, drip, drip (drip, drip, drip)
Drip, drip, drip (drip, drip, drip)
Racks all on me (big racks, big racks)
Me and my woadies (me and my woadies)
Bad bitch wit' me (bad bitch, bad bitch)
F*ckin' her homies (f*cking all on me)
Choppa in the mansion (brr, brr)
Feeling like Tony (feeling like)
Sosa, bitch I'm big homie (yeah)
Racks on me, had to go in my bag (get in yo' bag)
Bad bitches been f*cking me fast (f*cking me fast)
New blue faces up my jeans
Drip, drip like I live in a sink
New Phantom, don't step on this mink
Broke niggas gotta pardon my swag (s'cuse me)
All my Miami Spanish bitches goin' wild
I left prison in a chopper, they like, "How?"
Had a threesome the same day I went to trial
Then, I'm back in this lick, like
Stacks all on me, ay (big racks, big racks)
Big drip on me, ay (drip, drip)
Faucet on me, ay (faucet)
I'm dripping water, ay
Know you notice, ay
I love it when you tell me that you just the homie, ay
'Cause I can't be committed with these stacks all on me (stacks on)
Big drip on me, ay (drip on)
Nigga, you don't know me, ay (you don't)
I'm not your homie (I'm not your)
Faucet on me (faucet), I'm dripping water (drip on)
She like it one me (she like that), she like it on me (she like that)
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (she like that)
Iced out wrist
I just hit a lick
Highlight the wrist (she like that)
That's how I like to drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (oh)
(Got it on smash)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay
Stacks all on me
Big drip on me, ay
Faucet on me, ay
I'm dripping water, ay ay
Know you notice, ay
I love it when you tell me that you just the homie, ay
'Cause I can't be committed with these stacks all on me (stacks all)
Big drip on me, ay (drip on me)
Nigga, you don't know me, ay (you don't)
I'm not your homie (not your)
Faucet on me (faucet), I'm dripping water (drippin')
She like it on me, ay (she like it), she like it on me (she like it)
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (she like that)
Iced out wrist
I just hit a lick
Highlight the wrist
That's how I like to drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Yo Tory!
I hit that corner and I'm bendin' it y'know (bendin')
She wanna f*ck well it's the pendant y'know (pendant)
'Cause I'm whipping that white girl, Kylie Jenner y'know (Kylie-yeah)
Put it on that flight and I just send her y'know (send)
I can't get you right, 5 bands for the night
Baby, spend it on what you like, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Drip, drippin' on the side, big sippin', whip dippin'
Thick bitches wanna ride, oh yeah (oh yeah)
Yeah, and I might just f*ck the baddest bitch all in the city, yeah
You's tryin' to f*ck? Speak up 'cause I ain't politicin', yeah
You all in my condo ready to bust it and you brought it back
And if you ain't was ready to bust it, why you brought it then?
Dripped up, dripped up, dripped out
She gon' bust it at the Brickell penthouse
Said it ain't the 90s, but I put it all in your mouth
And it's hard to fit it all in your house with these
Stacks all on me, ay
Big drip on me, ay
Faucet on me, ay
I'm dripping water, ay
Know you notice, ay
I love it when you tell me that you just the homie, ay
'Cause I can't be committed with these stacks all on me (stacks all)
Big drip on me, ay (drip on)
Nigga, you don't know me, ay (you don't)
I'm not your homie (I'm not your)
Faucet on me (faucet), I'm dripping water (drip on)
She like it one me (she like that), she like it on me (she like that)
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (she like that)
Iced out wrist
I just hit a lick
Highlight the wrist
That's how I like to drip (she like that)
Drip, drip, drip (drip, drip, drip)
Drip, drip, drip (drip, drip, drip)
Racks all on me (big racks, big racks)
Me and my woadies (me and my woadies)
Bad bitch wit' me (bad bitch, bad bitch)
F*ckin' her homies (f*cking all on me)
Choppa in the mansion (brr, brr)
Feeling like Tony (feeling like)
Sosa, bitch I'm big homie (yeah)
Racks on me, had to go in my bag (get in yo' bag)
Bad bitches been f*cking me fast (f*cking me fast)
New blue faces up my jeans
Drip, drip like I live in a sink
New Phantom, don't step on this mink
Broke niggas gotta pardon my swag (s'cuse me)
All my Miami Spanish bitches goin' wild
I left prison in a chopper, they like, "How?"
Had a threesome the same day I went to trial
Then, I'm back in this lick, like
Stacks all on me, ay (big racks, big racks)
Big drip on me, ay (drip, drip)
Faucet on me, ay (faucet)
I'm dripping water, ay
Know you notice, ay
I love it when you tell me that you just the homie, ay
'Cause I can't be committed with these stacks all on me (stacks on)
Big drip on me, ay (drip on)
Nigga, you don't know me, ay (you don't)
I'm not your homie (I'm not your)
Faucet on me (faucet), I'm dripping water (drip on)
She like it one me (she like that), she like it on me (she like that)
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (she like that)
Iced out wrist
I just hit a lick
Highlight the wrist (she like that)
That's how I like to drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip (oh)
Writer: Austin David, Barrington Wright, Daystar Peterson, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Samuel Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
TAlk tO Me
Alright, cool
(Yeah) Yeah
Talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor (oh)
Talk to me, baby (talk)
Work it, take the shift off for me, baby (alright)
I drive the whip you bought for me, baby (burr)
You know I got a lotta opps on me, baby
I whip around the corner in the whip (whip)
Shout out Rafaello, man I love the drip, drip (drip, drip)
Eighty pointers on my wrist
I'm hella rich and I love to talk shit so
Talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
Let her go, go, go, go (yeah), go, go, go, go (what)
Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go
Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can make that pussy talk back (what)
I can spoil you wit' these big racks
She got good head (head) and she eat her cornbread (cornbread)
The Wraith red, Ben Frank, my friend's dead
I don't wanna miss it, all of the money, I don't wanna kiss you
The pussy official, I f*ck her one time and her face in a pillow
It's a one night ting, my diamonds fightin'
This not no Breitling, that pussy bitin'
I tell her to talk to me, the plug gon' walk with me (plug)
Ooh, she boujee, she busy (busy)
F*ck, I might buy her a Bentley (Bentley, f*ck it)
Go (go), go to the floor and pick up (and pick up)
She callin' my phone, might pick up (burr)
She too bad, I might miss her (Rich)
Talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
Let her go, go, go, go (yeah), go, go, go, go (what)
Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go
Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know
(Yeah) Yeah
Talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor (oh)
Talk to me, baby (talk)
Work it, take the shift off for me, baby (alright)
I drive the whip you bought for me, baby (burr)
You know I got a lotta opps on me, baby
I whip around the corner in the whip (whip)
Shout out Rafaello, man I love the drip, drip (drip, drip)
Eighty pointers on my wrist
I'm hella rich and I love to talk shit so
Talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
Let her go, go, go, go (yeah), go, go, go, go (what)
Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go
Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can make that pussy talk back (what)
I can spoil you wit' these big racks
She got good head (head) and she eat her cornbread (cornbread)
The Wraith red, Ben Frank, my friend's dead
I don't wanna miss it, all of the money, I don't wanna kiss you
The pussy official, I f*ck her one time and her face in a pillow
It's a one night ting, my diamonds fightin'
This not no Breitling, that pussy bitin'
I tell her to talk to me, the plug gon' walk with me (plug)
Ooh, she boujee, she busy (busy)
F*ck, I might buy her a Bentley (Bentley, f*ck it)
Go (go), go to the floor and pick up (and pick up)
She callin' my phone, might pick up (burr)
She too bad, I might miss her (Rich)
Talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me baby (talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you baby (lit)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
Let her go, go, go, go (yeah), go, go, go, go (what)
Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go
Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know
Writer: Barrington Wright, Daystar Peterson, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Gabriel Augusto Tavarez, Samuel David Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
FlEXiBle
('Mano)
(Got it on Smash)
(OG Parker)
I just want to be the one you textin' (textin')
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend)
Do the damn thing, we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Flexin', we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Money more long than an extension (extension)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin' (flexin')
Flexin' (flexin'), do not treat me like a pedestrian
Know you heard, I f*ck with your best friend (best friend)
But girl them diamonds look good as f*ck sittin' on your complexion
Girl I like it, baby girl I like it (like, like)
And I might just take you down alrighty (like, yeah)
Baby girl, I'll bite it, if you like that shit, well (like, yeah)
I'm glad you like it, 'cause you know you s'posed to
Come here lil' shawty swing my way, 'til I bite it
Yeah, I don't need these hoes (I don't need)
Let me roll my weed (roll weed)
Ace love, Forgi's (Forgi's)
Still ballin', ayy, I'm overseas
I just want to be the one you textin' (textin')
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend)
Do the damn thing, we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Flexin', we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Money more long than an extension (extension)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin' (flexin')
Ayy, yeah, missus, do you smoke weed?
We should be connected
Work you out, let me get my reps in
But girl, your body look good
You're grabbin' and pullin' my necklace, ooh
Please don't bite it, baby girl just ride it
And I might just ante up the prices, won't see no minus
I'ma need to see that ass up, lights down, level me up
I'ma put a bag up, cash out then I re-up (aah)
I just want to be the one you textin' (oh yeah)
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (ooh, flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend, bring your best friend)
Do the damn thing, we be out here flexin' (flexin', out here flexin')
Flexin', we be out here flexin' (we be out here flexin')
Money more long than an extension (ooh woah, yeah)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin'
We'll be out here flexin' (flexin'), catchin' private jets and (jets and)
Matchin' Rolex's (Rolex's), upgrade to a Patek now
Diamonds make her wet now (wet now)
No more lookin' stressed for me
F*ckin' me your pleasure
I just wanna be the one you sexin' (sexin')
No relationship, no call, we don't do textin' (textin')
I been goin' hard and gettin' them checks in (checks in)
And ain't puttin' nothin' but superstars on my guest list (guest list)
I just want to be the one you textin' (textin')
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend)
Do the damn thing, we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Flexin', we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Money more long than an extension (extension)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin'
(Got it on Smash)
(OG Parker)
I just want to be the one you textin' (textin')
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend)
Do the damn thing, we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Flexin', we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Money more long than an extension (extension)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin' (flexin')
Flexin' (flexin'), do not treat me like a pedestrian
Know you heard, I f*ck with your best friend (best friend)
But girl them diamonds look good as f*ck sittin' on your complexion
Girl I like it, baby girl I like it (like, like)
And I might just take you down alrighty (like, yeah)
Baby girl, I'll bite it, if you like that shit, well (like, yeah)
I'm glad you like it, 'cause you know you s'posed to
Come here lil' shawty swing my way, 'til I bite it
Yeah, I don't need these hoes (I don't need)
Let me roll my weed (roll weed)
Ace love, Forgi's (Forgi's)
Still ballin', ayy, I'm overseas
I just want to be the one you textin' (textin')
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend)
Do the damn thing, we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Flexin', we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Money more long than an extension (extension)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin' (flexin')
Ayy, yeah, missus, do you smoke weed?
We should be connected
Work you out, let me get my reps in
But girl, your body look good
You're grabbin' and pullin' my necklace, ooh
Please don't bite it, baby girl just ride it
And I might just ante up the prices, won't see no minus
I'ma need to see that ass up, lights down, level me up
I'ma put a bag up, cash out then I re-up (aah)
I just want to be the one you textin' (oh yeah)
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (ooh, flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend, bring your best friend)
Do the damn thing, we be out here flexin' (flexin', out here flexin')
Flexin', we be out here flexin' (we be out here flexin')
Money more long than an extension (ooh woah, yeah)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin'
We'll be out here flexin' (flexin'), catchin' private jets and (jets and)
Matchin' Rolex's (Rolex's), upgrade to a Patek now
Diamonds make her wet now (wet now)
No more lookin' stressed for me
F*ckin' me your pleasure
I just wanna be the one you sexin' (sexin')
No relationship, no call, we don't do textin' (textin')
I been goin' hard and gettin' them checks in (checks in)
And ain't puttin' nothin' but superstars on my guest list (guest list)
I just want to be the one you textin' (textin')
I just got paid, so I'm out here flexin' (flexin')
Girl it ain't a thing, bring your best friend (best friend)
Do the damn thing, we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Flexin', we'll be out here flexin' (flexin')
Money more long than an extension (extension)
Flexin' gettin' all my checks in (checks in)
Money so long, I be out here flexin', flexin'
Writer: Barrington Wright, Christopher Brown, Daystar Peterson, Dominique Jones, Joshua Parker, Samuel Jimenez, Terence J. Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
IF iT AinT rIGHt
We ain't f*ckin' shawty if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it, but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance, I'm fine
My lil' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me that she love a trap nigga get fly
Trap up out the bando
You don't understand tho
I skrt with the Lambo', I will
There's thirty bands in my pants tho
I took her up out her short shorts
And f*ck that bitch, commando, I will
Top down, yeah, I got you rolling
Both my bitches in the club, got me focused
Say it to her face, don't give a f*ck who I offend
I gotta keep it real, but no pretend 'cause shawty
We ain't f*ckin' shawty if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it, but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance, I'm fine
My lil' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me she love a trap nigga get fly
Yeah
Look at how I dress, I'm fly
I just spent like 30 in Hermès, oh my
I told every girl she was the best, I lied
Tory that's my nigga, that's my bro, my guy
But, please stop killing my vibe
Dirty clip so long, it's hanging off my side
When they hit my nigga V12 up, I cried
Hit 'em in the stomach and he still did not die, yeah
Living real good, yeah, mm
And I'm still good, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I feel good, yeah, yeah
And I'm real good
We ain't f*ckin' shawty if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it, but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance, I'm fine
My lil' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me she love a trap nigga get fly
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it, but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance, I'm fine
My lil' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me that she love a trap nigga get fly
Trap up out the bando
You don't understand tho
I skrt with the Lambo', I will
There's thirty bands in my pants tho
I took her up out her short shorts
And f*ck that bitch, commando, I will
Top down, yeah, I got you rolling
Both my bitches in the club, got me focused
Say it to her face, don't give a f*ck who I offend
I gotta keep it real, but no pretend 'cause shawty
We ain't f*ckin' shawty if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it, but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance, I'm fine
My lil' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me she love a trap nigga get fly
Yeah
Look at how I dress, I'm fly
I just spent like 30 in Hermès, oh my
I told every girl she was the best, I lied
Tory that's my nigga, that's my bro, my guy
But, please stop killing my vibe
Dirty clip so long, it's hanging off my side
When they hit my nigga V12 up, I cried
Hit 'em in the stomach and he still did not die, yeah
Living real good, yeah, mm
And I'm still good, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I feel good, yeah, yeah
And I'm real good
We ain't f*ckin' shawty if it ain't right
I was passin' on it since it came by
You been talkin' 'bout it, but it can't fly
Both my bitches in the club, same night
Damn, I just seem to can't get by
Long as they gon' pay me in advance, I'm fine
My lil' nigga got that 30 in his pants, I'm fine
She told me she love a trap nigga get fly
Writer: Daystar Peterson, Artist Dubose, Alex Petit
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
FeRRis WhEEL
We stay lit, all that shit
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
That's the red nose shawty you a dog, lil' bitch
Touch the damn floor with your paws lil' bitch
Shake that fat ass on my balls lil' bitch
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Shaking all off the wall, what you call that shit?
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Yeah
Baby come and get some cash
Damn lil' baby that's a whole lotta ass
Got me feeling like Steve Nash
With a milk mustache, damn I'm MVP, yeah
Baby why you taking two seats, yeah
Don't clap your hands baby, clap them cheeks, yeah
Going brazy on the mother f*cking D, yeah
Keep dancing, happy feet
This is a speech, to all you Instagram girls thinking it's cute when you twerking, 'kay?
I don't want to see your ass jiggling everywhere, do you Jenny?
No, it just like, jiggles everywhere
We stay lit, all that shit
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
That's the red nose shawty you a dog, lil' bitch
Touch the damn floor with your paws lil' bitch
Shake that fat ass on my balls lil' bitch
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Shaking all off the wall, what you call that shit?
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Yeah (Lil Tory!)
Girl you look good when you back that ass up
Know I look good when I back the cash out
Shawty from the hood and I'm back in the trap house
Talk that shit, I'll send you back to your dads house
I'm a real nigga from the T and O
Had a bad little bitch that let me beat on the floor
I remember nights I used to sleep on the floor
I see them days, I don't ever wanna go back no more
Now my little bitch wanna f*ck my bitch and I'm a let her f*ck her
Pull up in a new estate, I got a Bentley truck
Got Ciroc, on the shot, like it came from Diddy
Got 100 wild niggas that won't change for pussy
Hey how you doin' let me whisper in your ear?
Tell you a lil' something you might like to hear
You know I be with star niggas like Trippie Redd
And if I whip this dick out girl you're giving me head
We stay lit, all that shit
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
That's the red nose shawty you a dog, lil' bitch
Touch the damn floor with your paws lil' bitch
Shake that fat ass on my balls lil' bitch
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Shaking all off the wall, what you call that shit?
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Yeah
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
That's the red nose shawty you a dog, lil' bitch
Touch the damn floor with your paws lil' bitch
Shake that fat ass on my balls lil' bitch
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Shaking all off the wall, what you call that shit?
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Yeah
Baby come and get some cash
Damn lil' baby that's a whole lotta ass
Got me feeling like Steve Nash
With a milk mustache, damn I'm MVP, yeah
Baby why you taking two seats, yeah
Don't clap your hands baby, clap them cheeks, yeah
Going brazy on the mother f*cking D, yeah
Keep dancing, happy feet
This is a speech, to all you Instagram girls thinking it's cute when you twerking, 'kay?
I don't want to see your ass jiggling everywhere, do you Jenny?
No, it just like, jiggles everywhere
We stay lit, all that shit
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
That's the red nose shawty you a dog, lil' bitch
Touch the damn floor with your paws lil' bitch
Shake that fat ass on my balls lil' bitch
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Shaking all off the wall, what you call that shit?
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Yeah (Lil Tory!)
Girl you look good when you back that ass up
Know I look good when I back the cash out
Shawty from the hood and I'm back in the trap house
Talk that shit, I'll send you back to your dads house
I'm a real nigga from the T and O
Had a bad little bitch that let me beat on the floor
I remember nights I used to sleep on the floor
I see them days, I don't ever wanna go back no more
Now my little bitch wanna f*ck my bitch and I'm a let her f*ck her
Pull up in a new estate, I got a Bentley truck
Got Ciroc, on the shot, like it came from Diddy
Got 100 wild niggas that won't change for pussy
Hey how you doin' let me whisper in your ear?
Tell you a lil' something you might like to hear
You know I be with star niggas like Trippie Redd
And if I whip this dick out girl you're giving me head
We stay lit, all that shit
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
That's the red nose shawty you a dog, lil' bitch
Touch the damn floor with your paws lil' bitch
Shake that fat ass on my balls lil' bitch
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Shaking all off the wall, what you call that shit?
Damn lil' baby what you call that shit?
Yeah
Writer: Daystar Peterson, Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell, Michael Lamar II White, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
CuT me oFF
Please don't cut me off, know you got the sauce
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Please don't cut me off, girl I did you wrong
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Baby, I'ma pull up on ya late night, you know I'm crazy
Pull up in that brand new thang, you know it's Swayze
Say it's something cliche, f*ck you, pay me
Playin' with that, I'ma f*ck you crazy
Don't you cut me off, just love it off
F*ck you long enough, hit the gym and run it off
He so clean, shawty wanna suck me off
Ooh, we done done it all
We done done it all
Please don't cut me off, know you got the sauce
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Please don't cut me off, girl I did you wrong
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
She say I do too much drugs, got too much tings
Cut the bitch off and cut the lean
Kick the bitch out, try to keep my rings
Switch my line, my phone don't ring
Bad bitches wanna be my ting
Drivin' drop top, givin' top to the king
Post straight drop while poppin' a bean
Racks so big, can't fit in my jeans
Turn in to the boss I wanna be
Bitch, you ain't heard? Don't play with me
One phone call, three casualties
I spend 20 racks casually
There's nobody I'd rather be
I don't wanna hear compares 'bout me
There's a couple girls I'd rather see
Better cut me off while you count on me
Please don't cut me off, know you got the sauce
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Please don't cut me off, girl I did you wrong
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Please don't cut me off, girl I did you wrong
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Baby, I'ma pull up on ya late night, you know I'm crazy
Pull up in that brand new thang, you know it's Swayze
Say it's something cliche, f*ck you, pay me
Playin' with that, I'ma f*ck you crazy
Don't you cut me off, just love it off
F*ck you long enough, hit the gym and run it off
He so clean, shawty wanna suck me off
Ooh, we done done it all
We done done it all
Please don't cut me off, know you got the sauce
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Please don't cut me off, girl I did you wrong
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
She say I do too much drugs, got too much tings
Cut the bitch off and cut the lean
Kick the bitch out, try to keep my rings
Switch my line, my phone don't ring
Bad bitches wanna be my ting
Drivin' drop top, givin' top to the king
Post straight drop while poppin' a bean
Racks so big, can't fit in my jeans
Turn in to the boss I wanna be
Bitch, you ain't heard? Don't play with me
One phone call, three casualties
I spend 20 racks casually
There's nobody I'd rather be
I don't wanna hear compares 'bout me
There's a couple girls I'd rather see
Better cut me off while you count on me
Please don't cut me off, know you got the sauce
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Please don't cut me off, girl I did you wrong
You've been f*ckin' with me so long that it's rubbin' off
Writer: Daystar Peterson, Javar A. Rockamore, Robert Reese, Theodore Thomas, Thomas Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
ThE RUn oFF
Yo Tory
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh, ooh
Ay, it's a lot of pussy ass niggas tryna take my bitch and run off
30 in the bag must've caught it at the cut off
Feds pulled me over, took my weed and took my gun off
I know he the plug, but I swear I'm 'bout to run off on that nigga
I just light that bitch and hit my blunt off
You know what it is, all in my city, bitch, ya dun kno
She keep saying I'm cocky, bitch it's just the way I come off
And I'm from Toronto I can't sleep without my gun on me
Popping with these ones on me, yeah
It's a lot of fun when the funds on me, yeah, yeah
Henny got me drunk all week
I can never ever let 'em get one up on me
Still these pussy ass niggas tryna take my bitch and run off
30 in the bag must've caught it at the cut off
Feds pulled me over, took my weed and took my gun off
I know he the plug, but I swear I'm 'bout to run off on that nigga
They lit the scene and I can't leave
Droppin' the top and I can't leave
Serious, no, you can't be
Ah, you can't be, you can't be
Alright, cool
Yo Tory
I just feel so f*cking free, you know what I'm sayin'
I ain't felt this free in a while
We ain't had this much fun in a while
Ay, well, look I love my baby and I love my baby mama
But, it's like every time I see her, it be crazy drama
Last week, she damn near pulled my .380 on me
Innocent, she'll probably still say I act shady on her
Ah ha ha, yeah
Baby, I'ma smoke this marijuana
And do what I wanna
Bitch, I ball, money tall, like that bitch Juwanna
I be all off in the streets, I'm doin' my thing and f*cking these freaks
I got the .5 on me, big thigh on me
She wanna ride on me, lil' mama, come slide on me
I'm on that big dawg status and we got them fives on Vs
And I keep my fire on me
'Cause even your eyes can see, it is the
Pussy ass niggas tryna take my bitch and run off
30 in the bag must've caught it at the cut off
Feds pulled me over, took my weed and took my gun off
I know he the plug, but I swear I'm 'bout to run off on that nigga
They lit the scene and I can't leave
Droppin' the top and I can't leave
Serious, no, you can't be
Ah, you can't be, you can't be
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh, ooh
Ay, it's a lot of pussy ass niggas tryna take my bitch and run off
30 in the bag must've caught it at the cut off
Feds pulled me over, took my weed and took my gun off
I know he the plug, but I swear I'm 'bout to run off on that nigga
I just light that bitch and hit my blunt off
You know what it is, all in my city, bitch, ya dun kno
She keep saying I'm cocky, bitch it's just the way I come off
And I'm from Toronto I can't sleep without my gun on me
Popping with these ones on me, yeah
It's a lot of fun when the funds on me, yeah, yeah
Henny got me drunk all week
I can never ever let 'em get one up on me
Still these pussy ass niggas tryna take my bitch and run off
30 in the bag must've caught it at the cut off
Feds pulled me over, took my weed and took my gun off
I know he the plug, but I swear I'm 'bout to run off on that nigga
They lit the scene and I can't leave
Droppin' the top and I can't leave
Serious, no, you can't be
Ah, you can't be, you can't be
Alright, cool
Yo Tory
I just feel so f*cking free, you know what I'm sayin'
I ain't felt this free in a while
We ain't had this much fun in a while
Ay, well, look I love my baby and I love my baby mama
But, it's like every time I see her, it be crazy drama
Last week, she damn near pulled my .380 on me
Innocent, she'll probably still say I act shady on her
Ah ha ha, yeah
Baby, I'ma smoke this marijuana
And do what I wanna
Bitch, I ball, money tall, like that bitch Juwanna
I be all off in the streets, I'm doin' my thing and f*cking these freaks
I got the .5 on me, big thigh on me
She wanna ride on me, lil' mama, come slide on me
I'm on that big dawg status and we got them fives on Vs
And I keep my fire on me
'Cause even your eyes can see, it is the
Pussy ass niggas tryna take my bitch and run off
30 in the bag must've caught it at the cut off
Feds pulled me over, took my weed and took my gun off
I know he the plug, but I swear I'm 'bout to run off on that nigga
They lit the scene and I can't leave
Droppin' the top and I can't leave
Serious, no, you can't be
Ah, you can't be, you can't be
Writer: Austin David, Barrington Wright, Daystar Peterson, Samuel Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
YoU ThouGHt WrONg
CashMoney AP
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got so many of 'em on the rebound
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got too many, too many, ah
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
Gotta keep it real with you I thought you were down
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (super down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down
2K on my Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
Spent a few K on my latest charm (latest charm)
Did you see what I put on my baby, ahh
These rocks so big, it look like it's from Flintstones
And my bitch bad
Gave you all my love
And you sent it back
Now I got a new thang who don't be on mood swings
Who be on that new thang, got at least two thangs on her
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got so many of them on the rebound
You thought that I wouldn't get down
Gotta keep it real with you I thought you were down
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (super down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down
Probably, when I think I need some Hennessy
Baby girl, you're f*cking up my energy
Get in that pussy so good, you gon' remember me
Know I put that screw all on the top
I get that lean, baby, hop in that Beam, baby, yeah-ah
I'm in between, baby, like me and the v baby, yeah
Jimmy Iovine baby, 'cause you know that I got you in the scope
And I'm popping when I got it in the dope
Smoking presidential, got it in the smoke, ohh yeah
Baby, we got big shit to do
I'm a rich nigga, you can join a rich nigga crew if you wish
Count money 'til your wrist switch to blue
It's a cash money game, baby, fast money game and I still got my ex girl calling
I'm just out her balling
Took my brand new ting out to Miami just to spoil her (yeah)
Switch it up, flip it up, rip it up, takin' my bitch out to the Garden
'Til when you see me balling with the shawty, know it's
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got so many of them on the rebound
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I didn't keep it real with you, I thought you were down
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (super down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down
That's a f*cking fact
But, it's all good, though
'Cause, you know what I'ma do?
No, real shit, you know what I'ma do?
I'ma keep, I'ma keep motherf*cking balling
I'ma keep, I'ma keep motherf*cking balling
All y'all stupid ass hoes, y'all been falling
All y'all stupid ass hoes, y'all been falling
I'ma keep, keep balling
Alright, cool
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got so many of 'em on the rebound
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got too many, too many, ah
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
Gotta keep it real with you I thought you were down
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (super down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down
2K on my Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
Spent a few K on my latest charm (latest charm)
Did you see what I put on my baby, ahh
These rocks so big, it look like it's from Flintstones
And my bitch bad
Gave you all my love
And you sent it back
Now I got a new thang who don't be on mood swings
Who be on that new thang, got at least two thangs on her
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got so many of them on the rebound
You thought that I wouldn't get down
Gotta keep it real with you I thought you were down
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (super down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down
Probably, when I think I need some Hennessy
Baby girl, you're f*cking up my energy
Get in that pussy so good, you gon' remember me
Know I put that screw all on the top
I get that lean, baby, hop in that Beam, baby, yeah-ah
I'm in between, baby, like me and the v baby, yeah
Jimmy Iovine baby, 'cause you know that I got you in the scope
And I'm popping when I got it in the dope
Smoking presidential, got it in the smoke, ohh yeah
Baby, we got big shit to do
I'm a rich nigga, you can join a rich nigga crew if you wish
Count money 'til your wrist switch to blue
It's a cash money game, baby, fast money game and I still got my ex girl calling
I'm just out her balling
Took my brand new ting out to Miami just to spoil her (yeah)
Switch it up, flip it up, rip it up, takin' my bitch out to the Garden
'Til when you see me balling with the shawty, know it's
Just in case
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I got so many of them on the rebound
You thought that I wouldn't get down
I didn't keep it real with you, I thought you were down
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (super down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down (you were down)
You thought that I wouldn't get down
That's a f*cking fact
But, it's all good, though
'Cause, you know what I'ma do?
No, real shit, you know what I'ma do?
I'ma keep, I'ma keep motherf*cking balling
I'ma keep, I'ma keep motherf*cking balling
All y'all stupid ass hoes, y'all been falling
All y'all stupid ass hoes, y'all been falling
I'ma keep, keep balling
Alright, cool
Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, Alexander Wolf, Daystar Peterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
MiAMi
Yeah, uh
From nothin' to somethin'
Yo Tory
That boy Cassius
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (understand me)
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done made a lot of moves in the Camry
You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, Miami, Miami
Yeah, I done came up from nothin' (yeah)
So I made it off of nothin' (yeah)
Couple rings I was hustlin'
Through the rain and the storm (yeah)
Through the hunger and the jungle
I'ma slide on a nigga
A hundred grand on a nigga
I never ran from a nigga
I may have hit a couple Zoes
I may have hit a couple credit card fraud scams on a nigga
But I land on a nigga
There wasn't a chance for niggas (no)
I bought in the bands for niggas
Yeah, in the court, I been missin' court, yeah (court, yeah)
Got a warrant so I put that shit in sport, yeah (sport, yeah)
I lost so many of my niggas on the off-street (off-street)
I can't believe some of my niggas double-crossed me
Shit is hard and I'm broken, but I go
I fit a 3.5 in the Backwood when I smoke
And niggas askin' why I smoke so many blunts, huh?
Because these Backwoods and these blunts are feelin' numb high
And all this Actavis and drank, it make me numb, huh?
The only time when I feel at peace is when I'm dumb high
I keep the flashy Jesus pieces when I'm stuntin' out
I keep a quarter-million pieces when I'm stuntin' out
Them dumb ass teachers and police said I'd be nothin', huh?
I ducked the Priest and chased my dreams and now his son's hot
That Wraith ain't rented, when I pull up man it's sun hot
I'm movin' geetchie with bitches, they be out buggin' now
Talkin' with opinions, all they got is opinions
I'm back and forth in millions, all y'all pussy niggas my minions
I spend days in Givenchy, mama told me I would get it
I kept a 30 on me long and it had the extension
These niggas did me dirty, no I can't speak on friendship
I can't speak on detention spent most the year suspended
Bitch, I came from the bottom, finna head to the tippy
One thing a nigga noticed, I got to get it, that's why it's a
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (understand me)
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done made a lot of moves in the Cam'
You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, Miami, Miami
Oh, I done made myself a livin'
I been dodgin' the sentence
I asked God for forgiveness
Then I put rose gold on the tennis
I told 'em put a hold on the hearing
It's a 458 on the engine
Feel like I'm in a race for these millions
Bought another safe for the business
Walk with a hundred K in the denim
Wonder why he got hate in his feelings
You niggas want the wave I invented
I was gonna cop a Wraith and a Bentley
Dolce and Gabana, Gunna drippin'
Plus I'm getting this money independent
Top off in the summer 'cause we winnin'
Windows up and we breezy
VVS from Elliot and my pearls came from CC
Bal Harbour shopping spree anytime I'm in Miami
Hope to see my people's face when I make it to the Grammys
Park the yacht next to the dock and we hoppin' on a jet-ski
Brought the racks for my Rollie watch, see me shinin' from the nosebleeds
Pour the syrup in my soda pop, I hope I never OD
They steal the drip when my pictures drop, they lookin' like the old me
And I board a jet, hit M.I.A, with my dog
I painted a picture you can frame it on a wall, yeah
I made her my bitch and painted the insides of her walls, yeah
Got a bank account and fill it with M's so we can ball
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (understand me)
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done made a lot of moves in the Cam'
You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami
From nothin' to somethin'
Yo Tory
That boy Cassius
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (understand me)
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done made a lot of moves in the Camry
You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, Miami, Miami
Yeah, I done came up from nothin' (yeah)
So I made it off of nothin' (yeah)
Couple rings I was hustlin'
Through the rain and the storm (yeah)
Through the hunger and the jungle
I'ma slide on a nigga
A hundred grand on a nigga
I never ran from a nigga
I may have hit a couple Zoes
I may have hit a couple credit card fraud scams on a nigga
But I land on a nigga
There wasn't a chance for niggas (no)
I bought in the bands for niggas
Yeah, in the court, I been missin' court, yeah (court, yeah)
Got a warrant so I put that shit in sport, yeah (sport, yeah)
I lost so many of my niggas on the off-street (off-street)
I can't believe some of my niggas double-crossed me
Shit is hard and I'm broken, but I go
I fit a 3.5 in the Backwood when I smoke
And niggas askin' why I smoke so many blunts, huh?
Because these Backwoods and these blunts are feelin' numb high
And all this Actavis and drank, it make me numb, huh?
The only time when I feel at peace is when I'm dumb high
I keep the flashy Jesus pieces when I'm stuntin' out
I keep a quarter-million pieces when I'm stuntin' out
Them dumb ass teachers and police said I'd be nothin', huh?
I ducked the Priest and chased my dreams and now his son's hot
That Wraith ain't rented, when I pull up man it's sun hot
I'm movin' geetchie with bitches, they be out buggin' now
Talkin' with opinions, all they got is opinions
I'm back and forth in millions, all y'all pussy niggas my minions
I spend days in Givenchy, mama told me I would get it
I kept a 30 on me long and it had the extension
These niggas did me dirty, no I can't speak on friendship
I can't speak on detention spent most the year suspended
Bitch, I came from the bottom, finna head to the tippy
One thing a nigga noticed, I got to get it, that's why it's a
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (understand me)
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done made a lot of moves in the Cam'
You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami, Miami, Miami
Oh, I done made myself a livin'
I been dodgin' the sentence
I asked God for forgiveness
Then I put rose gold on the tennis
I told 'em put a hold on the hearing
It's a 458 on the engine
Feel like I'm in a race for these millions
Bought another safe for the business
Walk with a hundred K in the denim
Wonder why he got hate in his feelings
You niggas want the wave I invented
I was gonna cop a Wraith and a Bentley
Dolce and Gabana, Gunna drippin'
Plus I'm getting this money independent
Top off in the summer 'cause we winnin'
Windows up and we breezy
VVS from Elliot and my pearls came from CC
Bal Harbour shopping spree anytime I'm in Miami
Hope to see my people's face when I make it to the Grammys
Park the yacht next to the dock and we hoppin' on a jet-ski
Brought the racks for my Rollie watch, see me shinin' from the nosebleeds
Pour the syrup in my soda pop, I hope I never OD
They steal the drip when my pictures drop, they lookin' like the old me
And I board a jet, hit M.I.A, with my dog
I painted a picture you can frame it on a wall, yeah
I made her my bitch and painted the insides of her walls, yeah
Got a bank account and fill it with M's so we can ball
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done hit 100 licks in the Camry
Tryna make these pussy niggas understand me (understand me)
Lotta money talk, it's hard to understand me (understand me)
Big bank, so I moved it to Miami (to Miami)
I done made a lot of moves in the Cam'
You know gangstas don't die, they get chubby and they move to Miami
Writer: Carlton Mays, Daystar Peterson, Sergio Kitchens, Joshua Cross
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
KeeP IN tOUcH
I took the 95 to get from West Palm
Think I need a break from everything
Yes, I'm stressed way more than usual
While I'm gettin' things back in order
Getting things back to how they used to be
Back to when the scrutiny had no effect on you and me
I miss driving with you in the passenger (driving, yeah)
Feet up on my dash, we would see the sun lapse
Take you home, you would come see me before class
Makes more sense for you to crash with me
But you never ask, oh why?
Told you there's no need to be sad, oh why?
I be waiting in the meantime, oh why?
You always got me on stand by
When you know I need love
I'm missin' when we was us
Miss when I wasn't famous, that's when we could be us
Kiss right in the street, f*ck if anybody sees
Just friends, I don't think anybody believes
Hard to keep it PG with a nigga like me, Goddamn
I fell in love with you, I fell in love
Girl, I miss us
Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung
'Cause you, you're one of one (hey)
It's no rush (yeah, I miss it)
I'm missing your touch (your touch)
I'm missing your touch, oh
Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah)
(When you kept in touch)
I took the 401 to get from Yorkdale
You're still looking like the baddest thing I done seen
Deflated before it started flattening
Way before the singer-rapper thing started happening
We were playing checkers, I was just tryna get back to king
I miss black tinted windows on your whip looking Amish
I'm just tryna put it down
You can put it on my tab
I'm puttin' you on your back
And puttin' it in you slow
Then puttin' it in on a track, oh yeah
And I always tried to fall through
Ain't no W's and dubbing me when I call you
I'm in first class
Thinking 'bout how you would get me right
Damn near made me miss the flight
F*ckin' you and get it right, yeah
You gon' bring me to the first time we f*cked on the futon
Back then, I would do anything to get you alone
You would know me, all bullshit aside
So am I lying?
I miss touch
I fell in love with you, I fell in love
Girl, I miss us (baby, oh yeah)
Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung
'Cause you, you're one of one (one of one)
It's no rush (yeah, I miss it)
I'm missing your touch (your touch)
I'm missing your touch, oh
Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah)
(When you kept in)
Think I need a break from everything
Yes, I'm stressed way more than usual
While I'm gettin' things back in order
Getting things back to how they used to be
Back to when the scrutiny had no effect on you and me
I miss driving with you in the passenger (driving, yeah)
Feet up on my dash, we would see the sun lapse
Take you home, you would come see me before class
Makes more sense for you to crash with me
But you never ask, oh why?
Told you there's no need to be sad, oh why?
I be waiting in the meantime, oh why?
You always got me on stand by
When you know I need love
I'm missin' when we was us
Miss when I wasn't famous, that's when we could be us
Kiss right in the street, f*ck if anybody sees
Just friends, I don't think anybody believes
Hard to keep it PG with a nigga like me, Goddamn
I fell in love with you, I fell in love
Girl, I miss us
Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung
'Cause you, you're one of one (hey)
It's no rush (yeah, I miss it)
I'm missing your touch (your touch)
I'm missing your touch, oh
Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah)
(When you kept in touch)
I took the 401 to get from Yorkdale
You're still looking like the baddest thing I done seen
Deflated before it started flattening
Way before the singer-rapper thing started happening
We were playing checkers, I was just tryna get back to king
I miss black tinted windows on your whip looking Amish
I'm just tryna put it down
You can put it on my tab
I'm puttin' you on your back
And puttin' it in you slow
Then puttin' it in on a track, oh yeah
And I always tried to fall through
Ain't no W's and dubbing me when I call you
I'm in first class
Thinking 'bout how you would get me right
Damn near made me miss the flight
F*ckin' you and get it right, yeah
You gon' bring me to the first time we f*cked on the futon
Back then, I would do anything to get you alone
You would know me, all bullshit aside
So am I lying?
I miss touch
I fell in love with you, I fell in love
Girl, I miss us (baby, oh yeah)
Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung
'Cause you, you're one of one (one of one)
It's no rush (yeah, I miss it)
I'm missing your touch (your touch)
I'm missing your touch, oh
Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah)
(When you kept in)
Writer: Bryson Tiller, Daystar Peterson, Jordan Lewis, Marvin Thomas, Phillip Coleman
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
S.w.I.n.G
CashMoney AP
Everything foreign, nigga
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah (I be on that thing all)
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
Got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
You match my motherf*ckin' fly, oh yeah
Fly you through the motherf*ckin' sky oh yeah
Big Bentley, it's swinging through the ride, oh yeah
Big ticket, brought my ting into Dubai, oh yeah
Big bank on a nigga 'cause I'm lit, oh yeah
Hundred chains on a nigga 'cause I'm lit, oh
Put my baby in the stars of the sky
Damn, my baby, you get yours, I get mine
I'ma pull up on you shawty
I'ma brrt, I'ma a pull up
I got bad bitches only
You gon' brrt when you pull up
Shawty, you can join the league
I'ma make you see
No, I can't change, no, I can't change, no, I can't change, how I be
Talk to me, ball with me, now baby
Just don't get caught with me now, baby
Tell me you're gon' get it now, baby, yeah
Keep it true with me, keep it 8 more than 92 with me
'Cause with you shawty, you know, I'ma keep it 250 up, yeah
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah (I be on that thing all)
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
Don't me so motherf*ckin' shy-y-y
Won't waste your motherf*ckin' ti-i-ime
Love your body, but I'm f*cking with your mind, oh yeah
Pretty pussy, I can suck it all the time, oh yeah
Big diamonds, that's the way you shine, oh yeah
Big bankroll, bitch, the bank mine, oh yeah
Big Backwood, pussy fat good, oh yeah
Make it clap good, issa snack good, oh yeah
All this money I'ma spend on you
F*ck it, get your friends a lil' somethin' too
Ooh, I love it when your legs to the roof
You be loud too
I might have to get the room soundproofed, loud
Bust it like the 4 pound do, ohh blaow (bla)
Like we bustin' down a pound too, too loud
Baby soaking like it rained all day
Keep it coming 'cause she came all day, ayy
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah
Every time you swing my way (my way)
I got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
She too bad, cancel all my lil' bad bitches (ayy)
They judge what the money you grab with me (ayy)
All that talk make you a little too sad, yeah (make you sad)
Cashed out, I don't do no damn payments (no)
One, two, three (three)
That's that hotel suite (burr)
Front desk, left you keys (keys)
Told me let you leave (yeah)
Drop top, my mood swing
Shawty, swing my way
No seat grease, no games
Let me put you in a new lane (Skrt)
Yeah, who-ooooh (Yeah)
Never too thick, all that ass I agree, yeah (I agree, yeah)
Hoo-oooh
Let her ride the stick, now she goin' full speed, yeah
Balcony, off the beach, pack your bags (bags)
Put that ass straight to sleep, no jet lag (lag)
Yeah, doing things that we ain't gon' tell nobody
Yeah, I'ma get you wet every time
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah (I be on that thing all)
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
Everything foreign, nigga
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah (I be on that thing all)
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
Got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
You match my motherf*ckin' fly, oh yeah
Fly you through the motherf*ckin' sky oh yeah
Big Bentley, it's swinging through the ride, oh yeah
Big ticket, brought my ting into Dubai, oh yeah
Big bank on a nigga 'cause I'm lit, oh yeah
Hundred chains on a nigga 'cause I'm lit, oh
Put my baby in the stars of the sky
Damn, my baby, you get yours, I get mine
I'ma pull up on you shawty
I'ma brrt, I'ma a pull up
I got bad bitches only
You gon' brrt when you pull up
Shawty, you can join the league
I'ma make you see
No, I can't change, no, I can't change, no, I can't change, how I be
Talk to me, ball with me, now baby
Just don't get caught with me now, baby
Tell me you're gon' get it now, baby, yeah
Keep it true with me, keep it 8 more than 92 with me
'Cause with you shawty, you know, I'ma keep it 250 up, yeah
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah (I be on that thing all)
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
Don't me so motherf*ckin' shy-y-y
Won't waste your motherf*ckin' ti-i-ime
Love your body, but I'm f*cking with your mind, oh yeah
Pretty pussy, I can suck it all the time, oh yeah
Big diamonds, that's the way you shine, oh yeah
Big bankroll, bitch, the bank mine, oh yeah
Big Backwood, pussy fat good, oh yeah
Make it clap good, issa snack good, oh yeah
All this money I'ma spend on you
F*ck it, get your friends a lil' somethin' too
Ooh, I love it when your legs to the roof
You be loud too
I might have to get the room soundproofed, loud
Bust it like the 4 pound do, ohh blaow (bla)
Like we bustin' down a pound too, too loud
Baby soaking like it rained all day
Keep it coming 'cause she came all day, ayy
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah
Every time you swing my way (my way)
I got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
She too bad, cancel all my lil' bad bitches (ayy)
They judge what the money you grab with me (ayy)
All that talk make you a little too sad, yeah (make you sad)
Cashed out, I don't do no damn payments (no)
One, two, three (three)
That's that hotel suite (burr)
Front desk, left you keys (keys)
Told me let you leave (yeah)
Drop top, my mood swing
Shawty, swing my way
No seat grease, no games
Let me put you in a new lane (Skrt)
Yeah, who-ooooh (Yeah)
Never too thick, all that ass I agree, yeah (I agree, yeah)
Hoo-oooh
Let her ride the stick, now she goin' full speed, yeah
Balcony, off the beach, pack your bags (bags)
Put that ass straight to sleep, no jet lag (lag)
Yeah, doing things that we ain't gon' tell nobody
Yeah, I'ma get you wet every time
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I be on that thing all day, aw yeah (I be on that thing all)
Every time you swing my way (every time you swing my)
I got a lot of things I say, yeah (Got a lot of things I)
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
Every time time you swing, every time you swing, yeah
Every time you swing, every time you swing my way
Writer: Alex Petit, Daystar Peterson, Dezmeon Wright, Michael N. Hernandez, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Tremaine Aldon Neverson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
KJm
Tory
I'm so tired of you niggas
(Got it on smash!)
You and all these bitches that be lyin' in ya pictures
I'ma take a jet and I'ma fly my niggas
Somewhere so big I can't find my niggas
Ayy, and I'm trying my nigga
But you making hard to be around y'all niggas
And this is why I only be around my niggas
Come around I gotta look you up and down my nigga
I can't be around you f*ck niggas, that just ain't me
Had to check myself, uh, I'm the same me
And I bust it like the clip when it's off safety, don't make me
And them f*ck-boy hatin' niggas tryna replace me
'Cause I give them boys the blues like I'm a Grape Street G
And no, got no Gucci on me but I just stay GG'd
Then when I pop up at Harbour mall I spend like 18g's on nothing
She ride me like a ATV
And I keep her Dolce-Gabbana'd up so she can stay DG'd
And I swear that batty so big that I can't stay PG
But I stay all up on your block just like the state PD
You know I cross my I's and I just dot my T's
And I just hang with the same niggas from all my team
When I come up I promise we gonna ball together
'Cause when we came up from nothing we was all together
I'm talking, all together, we was all together
When we came up from nothing, we was all together
When we all together, we was all together
When we came up from nothing, we was all together, yeah
And I can't let no money get between us
And I can't let no bitches get between us
Gotta stack this money with my team (ayy, he knows)
All together, all together when we
Came up from nothing, we just ball together
And we never trust these bitches that we dog together
Whether big or we small or we tall together, I know
Dog forever, that's my dog forever
I'm gon' ball forever, f*ck these broads forever
I got bags of money, I can't stop forever, you see
One Umbrella baby we gon' star together, one time
Yeah, and I'm big checkin'
I make so many hits I'm wondering did I miss yet?
Did I miss yet?
And tell me which nigga that I sound like this time
I turn a four-figure to a six-figure check, yeah, tell me do it sound right this time?
When there's more niggas tryna copy me, they tryna sound bite this line
And these pussy-ass niggas tryna hate on me
Put it down right this time
I think it's 'bout right this time
I think it's about right this time
I'm so tired of you niggas
You and all these bitches that be lyin' in ya pictures
I'ma take a jet and I'ma fly my niggas
Somewhere so big I can't find my niggas
I'm so tired of you niggas
(Got it on smash!)
You and all these bitches that be lyin' in ya pictures
I'ma take a jet and I'ma fly my niggas
Somewhere so big I can't find my niggas
Ayy, and I'm trying my nigga
But you making hard to be around y'all niggas
And this is why I only be around my niggas
Come around I gotta look you up and down my nigga
I can't be around you f*ck niggas, that just ain't me
Had to check myself, uh, I'm the same me
And I bust it like the clip when it's off safety, don't make me
And them f*ck-boy hatin' niggas tryna replace me
'Cause I give them boys the blues like I'm a Grape Street G
And no, got no Gucci on me but I just stay GG'd
Then when I pop up at Harbour mall I spend like 18g's on nothing
She ride me like a ATV
And I keep her Dolce-Gabbana'd up so she can stay DG'd
And I swear that batty so big that I can't stay PG
But I stay all up on your block just like the state PD
You know I cross my I's and I just dot my T's
And I just hang with the same niggas from all my team
When I come up I promise we gonna ball together
'Cause when we came up from nothing we was all together
I'm talking, all together, we was all together
When we came up from nothing, we was all together
When we all together, we was all together
When we came up from nothing, we was all together, yeah
And I can't let no money get between us
And I can't let no bitches get between us
Gotta stack this money with my team (ayy, he knows)
All together, all together when we
Came up from nothing, we just ball together
And we never trust these bitches that we dog together
Whether big or we small or we tall together, I know
Dog forever, that's my dog forever
I'm gon' ball forever, f*ck these broads forever
I got bags of money, I can't stop forever, you see
One Umbrella baby we gon' star together, one time
Yeah, and I'm big checkin'
I make so many hits I'm wondering did I miss yet?
Did I miss yet?
And tell me which nigga that I sound like this time
I turn a four-figure to a six-figure check, yeah, tell me do it sound right this time?
When there's more niggas tryna copy me, they tryna sound bite this line
And these pussy-ass niggas tryna hate on me
Put it down right this time
I think it's 'bout right this time
I think it's about right this time
I'm so tired of you niggas
You and all these bitches that be lyin' in ya pictures
I'ma take a jet and I'ma fly my niggas
Somewhere so big I can't find my niggas
Writer: Barrington Wright, Dante Rashad Pea, Samuel David Jiminez, Daystar Peterson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Love Me Now? (stylized as LoVE me NOw) is the third studio album by Canadian rapper Tory Lanez. It was released on October 26, 2018, through Mad Love Records and Interscope Records. This is the follow-up release to his second album Memories Don't Die which was released seven months prior. The production on the album was handled by multiple producers including Foreign Teck, OZ, Smash David, Cassius Jay, CashMoneyAP and NES among others. The album also features guest appearances by Chris Brown, 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Rich the Kid, Lil Baby, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Trippie Redd, Nav, Gunna and Bryson Tiller among others.
Love Me Now? was supported by three singles: "Talk To Me", "Keep in Touch" and "Ferris Wheel". The album received generally mixed reviews from music critics and was a commercial success. The album debuted at number four on the US Billboard 200, earning 54,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
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Tory LanezLove Me Now? was supported by three singles: "Talk To Me", "Keep in Touch" and "Ferris Wheel". The album received generally mixed reviews from music critics and was a commercial success. The album debuted at number four on the US Billboard 200, earning 54,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, R&B
Length: 48:52
Released: October 26th, 2018
Year: 2018