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[Intro]
Yea check it
[Verse 1]
Give me the microphone, I'll shut the place down!
If the bag right, you got a show, coming to your town!
And I'm coming down! I be rolling in something foreign
I upgraded to YSL, with a little touch of Ralph Lauren
Yo' nigga don't make no moves, man he corny and he boring!
Hop in the grand touring, baby let's go see the world!
See the stars in the ceiling, get some real diamonds and ice!
They even shine in the night!
Diamonds real bright like my future!
Something I gotta get used too like Future
I play with keys a Xbox!
Watch me through your TV like a set top box
Never flop, Never stop, Imma be on top
Nigga don't believe me just watch!
[Verse 2]
I see myself upgraded from watches to timepieces
Vacations, to a every other day type thing!
I just bought a brand new thing that max out at 205
Add 3 zeros at the end, that's what I spent at Neiman Marcus
Play with me you'll catch a bullet in your cranium
Like I said, get some real diamonds not titanium!
I know it, I see myself on j-tron rocking the stadium!
Some of y'all soft like a baby's bum!
Had to a 'lil something for the DJ's, yea
Feel like 'yonce, better run it back when I play
Do what I say, but my name is not Simon
Rockstar like Alvin, Dave always hatin'...,
[Outro]
People love me in all different places
Feel like Sosamann 'cause I know I was made for this!
Take off like a space ship, but okay I'm done
I hope y'all had fun, we almost through..., but
No family, there's always a feud
When I'm tryna get next to you, think everything cool
But no its not...,
Shoutout to the queen...,
Black Reign, it will never stop
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[Hook]
Who gone help me crack the safe?
Who gone help me crack the safe?
Imma beat it like a case, I said...
Imma beat it like a case!
There's a million in the vault let's get to it!
There's a million in the vault let's get to it!
Gotta hurry and secure the bag, 'fore it go away
I need that money today, yeah!
Who gone help me get it all?
Help me spend it like a boss?
Hit the mall and go flex on these broke niggas
Do the same damn thing on a broke bitch!
Crack the Safe and let's get inside
On my way to get a million, is you down to ride?
I do not fuck with no turncoats!
Snitching my nigga, that's a no-no!
[Verse 1]
I got a little bit of money in the safe
That's confidential, maybe consequential
Niggas see you getting payed
Then they wanna hold something
Might turn around tell them hold something
Turn around like "I ain't got nothing"
They look at me like: "Nigga I know you's a damn lie"
Lil' buddy done hit me with my own line
Looking for me like: "Where U At?, Where U At?"
#BlackFriday, know that y'all remember that
And if you don't you need to go get that
Make sure you search it with the hashtag!
Crack the safe, crack the case, Ace of Base
I think I done seen the sign!
All this money sitting in my mind!
I just need it in my hand!
[Verse 2]
You just gotta understand...,
Flow switching like a light, shades on future so bright
CEO all in my job description, new V12 transmission
Feeling like James Bond all in the Aston Martin
Niggas be goofy like what in tarnation
Have you spun up like tornadoes, have you red like tomatoes
Me and Rihanna in Barbados, we just chilling on the beach
I'm just looking for the freaks, tryna freak like Jodeci
In the sheets like Isley, net worth like Ron Howard
Crack the Safe, turn around and crack the case
Just like you seem to have cracked your face!
I'm the best and you know it!
Do the hokey-pokey if you ain't afraid to show it!
[Hook]
Who gone help me crack the safe?
Who gone help me crack the safe?
Imma beat it like a case, I said...
Imma beat it like a case!
There's a million in the vault let's get to it!
There's a million in the vault let's get to it!
Gotta hurry and secure the bag, 'fore it go away
I need that money today, huh!
Who gone help me get it all?
Help me spend it like a boss?
Hit the mall and go flex on these broke niggas
Do the same damn thing on a broke bitch!
Crack the Safe and let's get inside
On my way to get a million, is you down to ride?
I do not fuck with no turncoats!
Snitching my nigga, that's a no-no!
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[Hook]
I had to hold on for a minute, I had to lean back yea
I had to hold on for a minute, I had to lean back, yea
I had to hold on, I had to lean back
I had to, drop all of that
I ain't got time to worry 'bout it, nah, that ain't my problem
I ain't got time to worry 'bout it, nah that ain't my problem!
[Verse 1]
In my assigned area, I'm tryna get some of that dairy, huh
That cheese, put it in my pocket
Tryna get shit done, with a rock
Gotta take off, boom I'm 'bout to go
And you know I can't go slow
Gotta go on, gotta go real fast, like speed up on the track
1, 2, 3, apples, go green, apples go green light
And you know I got that Gesundheit, bless you bitch
On my wrist, and my ice, and goodnight
And you know..., I gotta lay down 'cause I gotta take a rest
And you know I got them big checks
[Verse 2]
Got so much money, gotta count it, got me tired
And you know..., the struggle is real
But, we done already been through that
We workin' now, we gotta get up off our back
And get up off our ass, go get the cash
I go, be freestyling in on this bitch, and you know
I ain't even got it real fast, feelin' like
I'm Big Poppa, let me in the door
And you know I already got it hoe
And you know I'mma be on the radio
Ooh, hold on, I done predicted that, way long ago
Already said it, and you know I done already read it
Like the cards, that's tarot
You know I got the crystal gems
And you know I got the carrots...,
Big..., apples..., vegetables...,
[Verse 3]
Broccoli, and my cheese, and you know I got that dramamine
Always talk about the shit, cause you know, you full of it bitch!
And you know I got the, automatic stick, no stick shift
And you know, I gotta kick a nigga real swift in his chest
Thought he was talkin' shit, but you know, he got rid of it
When I hit 'em with the left right, and you know tech-n-fold
And you know, he wanna act real bold
But it got shut down real quick
Ya know, I don't even wanna talk about the shit
It kinda personal, but you know
I got it foldin', and I got it foldin'
And I got it rollin', and I got it rollin'
[Verse 4]
Rollin the dough, get back up, get back up into work
Get back up into work
Get back up into work, go get the money
And you know I gotta get all these fuckin' hundreds
Be freestylin' on the track, in the dark, 1:30, it's past that
Almost 2 o'clock, and the freestyle
And you know I got the Honda Accord
Honda Accord that A6, but you know I trade it like and Audi bitch
And you know, that's what it is, but you know you gotta come up...,
With the-- other shit
German engineering, got the mind fucked up, yeah
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Hook:
It's almost 3 a.m., can't go back to sleep
I took a nap with no socks on my feet
Got me honkin' the horn like beep beep
It's almost 3 why you wanna ride in this Jeep
It's almost 3 a.m., I gotta keep it hush
Gotta walk light, only do a toe touch
Grounded, until I get some more jet fuel
Almost 3 in the mornin', tryna party, look cool
Verse 1:
2:59, can you spare a dime, or a penny, or a half a second?
Nigga tryna rap like your musical value is half a second
Have a second plate of mac 'n cheese
Only came for the ice, and the green beans
So extra, I got blue strips
Think she was a colorist, she only want the blue strips
No lean I sip, nigga, that's cranberry
Niggas full of shit eating all that dairy
Yeah bitch I'm hater-tose intolerant
Don't come around with the bullshit or the nonsense
Ruin your whole life in just one click
'Cause you was up 'till almost 3 doing all that dumb shit
But realize that is past tense
It rhymes, so I bring back, the word sense
Niggas so unorganized, need to use common sense
Nigga I left at 3, I ain't been back since
Hook:
It's almost 3 a.m., can't go back to sleep
I took a nap with no socks on my feet
Got me honkin' the horn like beep beep
It's almost 3 why you wanna ride in this Jeep
It's almost 3 a.m., I gotta keep it hush
Gotta walk light, only do a toe touch
Grounded, until I get some more jet fuel
Almost 3 in the mornin', tryna party, look cool
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[Intro]
Yea It's me again, and I'm undefeated
[Hook]
Yes bitch I am undefeated
Try to argue it’s gone get heated
Got beef bitch where we meeting
Have you ass running like a fucking zebra
Got cold bitch where the heater?
Taraji P. yea I'd like to meet her
Like a mouse I just want my cheese
Turnip greens, and them fucking green beans
Yes bitch I am undefeated
Try to argue it’s gone get heated
Got beef bitch where we meeting
Have you ass running like a fucking zebra
Got cold bitch were the heater?
Taraji P. yea I'd like to meet her
Like a mouse I just want my cheese
Turnip greens, and them fucking green beans
[Verse 1]
Bitch I got bars, Bitch I love cars
Speaking of Cars, I’m tryna cop the Benz
GT AMG on them 20 rims
Or the E class Cabriolet
E550 nigga I’ll be a vet
Big body Benz sitting offset
Big body Bentley cost a lot of commas
No I’m not looking for no Honda
If I was, I'd give it to mama
She said she want another CR-V
Get that CR-V with them TV screens
Beamer Gangster grills looking kinda mean
M2 what you wanna do?
M3 yea something to see
But first I need to fucking up my cheese
[Hook]
Yes bitch I am undefeated
Try to argue it’s gone get heated
Got beef bitch where we meeting
Have you ass running like a fucking zebra
Got cold bitch where the heater
Taraji P. yea I'd like to meet her
Like a mouse I just want my cheese
Turnip greens, and them fucking green beans
Yes bitch I am undefeated
Try to argue it’s gone get heated
Got beef bitch where we meeting
Have you ass running like a fucking zebra
Got cold bitch where the heater?
Taraji P. yea I'd like to meet her
Like a mouse I just want my cheese
Turnip greens, and them fucking green beans
[Verse 2]
Now on the real I want the Koenigsegg
Grand 40 a horse man I’m superbad
But to be super bad I need 3 mil
Money, Speed, Power, Yea keep it trill
Watch the G wagon it go downhill
Just build a Porsche It was half a mill
Got the yellow Camaro with the bow and arrow
Wind feels good blowing through my hair tho
Drop top Jag got these haters mad
You in the Prius you super sad
And you broke down 3rd time today
Just bought the Wraith hip hop hooray
And all these cars I need gas money
Gas money turn to past money
Past money turn to laugh money
Laugh money is your paycheck
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[Hook]
I been workin' in and out all week
Got a pain, no Tylenol, nigga where's the weed?
Patience runnin' thin, waiting for the back end
They like "Damn that's tuff..."
But the way I see it, I feel bad they not high enough
I don't think I'm high enough
Ion think I'm high enough, Ion think I'm high enough
Nah Ion think I'm high enough, nah
{Verse 1}
Yeah! Ridin' 'round feelin' real good in it
Big boss Wraith, tryna have a million jewels on it
Nigga I don't wanna be a star
But I do want my money to very, very, very
Far-ther than what it is now
MONEYMADEIT lookin' like a cash cow
And when I'm high, I'm not just talkin' 'bout the weed
I wanna know, have you opened your eyes to see
What I'm talkin' 'bout, see'n what I'm saying?
My life like Total Drama Island
Tryna go to Tokyo, Japan
Bitch Imma be back, shoutout to Switzerland
While I'm drivin' in the Rover, on the land
Lightin' up coutin' 100 bands
I got the visions bitches already havin' it
But they not high enough to understand this G6 action
[Hook]
I been workin' in and out all week
Got a pain, no Tylenol, nigga where's the weed?
Patience runnin' thin, waiting for the back end
They like "Damn that's tuff..."
But the way I see it, I feel bad they not high enough
I don't think I'm high enough
Ion think I'm high enough, Ion think I'm high enough
Nah Ion think I'm high enough, nah
[Verse 2]
Need a lotta Francs, shaking that ba-donk-a-donk
They gone play this up in the honkey tonk
Tryna get down with the funk
Tryna put ya hand out like "Nigga whatchu want?!"
Bitch it's yours! Even that Honda accord!
Even if that's the only thing that you can afford
Download the knowledge, you gotta Import
Every car that Imma own is gone be import
And Imma own the whole, house of course
Millions checkin' up my credit score
Big body Audi with the Bentley doors
Puttin' my mind on it, now I own the whore
Niggas like "Why the fuck you talk about this?!"
'Cause money motherfuckin' made it, #MONEYMADEIT
They know MONEYMADEIT, they like aww shit
[Hook]
I been workin' in and out all week
Got a pain, no Tylenol, nigga where's the weed?
Patience runnin' thin, waiting for the back end
They like "Damn that's tuff..."
But the way I see it, I feel bad they not high enough
I don't think I'm high enough
Ion think I'm high enough, Ion think I'm high enough
Nah Ion think I'm high enough, nah
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[Hook]
Pay me pal thru the Pal Pay
Where the money? I don't care what yo mama say!
I need it like hurry up ándele!
I just got 500k all today!
Play with the keys like I'm Stevie, Ray
It ain't a kiss, but it sure is a K!
People tune in in all different places
I got 50 100 blue faces!
[Verse 1]
Got 50 keys, and I ain't talkin' 'bout pianos
I got the keys to the streets and the bando
And to all success!
Like superman I got the S on my chest
I'm wildin' out like Lamar Odom
It rhyme with s, but you ain't gotta show it
If you got them pints, go ahead and pour 'em
Ain't gone sip nigga, you's a motherfuckin' trip!
Gone flip them profits like a pancake!
Nosey niggas like "How much you make?"
Imma keep what I got in my briefcase
Like it was Deal Or No Deal!
Ain't signing unless you got a couple mil'!
Turn around, y'all might think I'm stuck up
Y'all see me like, "What the fuck?"
When a nigga pull up in a Brinks truck, damn!
[Hook]
Pay me pal thru the Pal Pay
Where the money? I don't care what yo mama say!
I need it like hurry up ándele!
I just got 500k all today!
Play with the keys like I'm Stevie, Ray
It ain't a kiss, but it sure is a K!
People tune in in all different places
I got 50 100 blue faces!
[Verse 2]
50 keys, and they jump up and down just like jumping jacks
Think a nigga might need to work out...,
Work it out with the Lord, 'cause I know you need some help!
Tryna upper my wealth, but I gotta keep my health good
And you gotta be careful when you off that wood
'Cause niggas can, quick to take advantage
And hop of in the Vantage
Leave you split in the middle like a sandwich
Damn, sometimes...,
I just gotta shake my head!
Niggas try to finesse and end up dead!
Some niggas think they get away
But then they get they ass beat the next day, damn!
All in the street all on Worldstar!
[Hook]
Pay me pal thru the Pal Pay
Where the money? I don't care what yo mama say!
I need it like hurry up ándele!
I just got 500k all today!
Play with the keys like I'm Stevie, Ray
It ain't a kiss, but it sure is a K!
People tune in in all different places
I got 50 100 blue faces!
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[Intro]
Uh..., lemme talk my shit
Uh..., uh..., lemme talk my shit, uh
Uh..., uh..., lemme talk my shit real quick...,
Real quick, uh...,
[Verse 1]
Since my computer crashed, I been sittin, I been on my ass
I ain't really know what to do, I wasn't tryna "boo-hoo"
I was tryna find a hard drive
But the money wasn't sittin', wasn't sittin right
So I had to go and DoorDash, yeah had to put the bag
Gettin' in the cash, I'm right at ya door
What's up? Hello, hoe! How ya doin'?
Hey, hey, howdy neighbor! I might be livin' with the paper
Live in paper right next door
Up in Nolensville, Nolensville Road
Rollin', I be coolin' in the big house, I be smokin' on loud
[Verse 2]
Neighbors like "What's that?"
I'm like "Ion know what you talkin' 'bout!"
Man I can't see, what you talkin' 'bout me
If it's hate, then I don't discriminate
I know that don't make sense
But the same thing goes with the bullshit...,
That y'all be thinkin'...,
Lemme talk my shit, gone head, let me walk my shit
FashionNova outfit and it look real good on my bih...,
On me bih! And you know she hatin'!
And you know she waitin', to get to me
But you know..., I got the telepathy
She got the bad intentions, just like ya nigga
And you know you can't even go with 'em both
Out to the club, they tryna hang with the thugs
They gone get ya ass shot! Yo ass gone end up like Pac!
Hold on lemme talk my shxt, smokin' on a blunt
While I'm fuckin' walkin' that shit
[Verse 3]
Walkin' that shit out, gone bring it back
Gone bring it back and 8-track
I always say that, 'cause you know I like to have a throwback
Good time, where the old music at?
Where are all the good times?
When we used to just vibe..., when we just used to vibe
Had to watch, see if the bitch recording
'Cause you know I couldn't lose it, it was so important
So important just to get out my mind, get out the time
Gotta stay on beat, gotta keep up on my fuckin' feet
Gotta go..., gotta get back in my flow
I gotta get back up on these hoes
[Verse 4]
Gotta show these niggas I can do it
Gotta go get to it, go get the paper
Cause I know I'm meant for greater
I know you meant for greater too
If you listenin' to this, bless your life!
And you know I got the check right!
When I get the check right
I'mma feel like Kanye, big day, big day!
Brighter Day like Kirk Franklin
Ooh, I got the money waitin' for me in my bank account
And you know when I pull it out I'mma be shinnin'
I be vibin', I'm microphone-n-rhymin'
When I get in a real studio
I'mma be happy with the fuckin' hoes that I got
[Verse 5]
In the back, in the video shakin' that ass
And you know..., they gettin' cash too!
What the fuck you gone do?! My whole team winnin'!
All the niggas I got standing behind me!
All the niggas I got standing beside me!
Ain't no hate, with me ridin', and if it is, that shit cut out
And you know, we got the bucks out, bucks out, Buccaneers
We got "shuckateers"! I'm makin' up shit
'Cause ion even fuckin' know, that's how my mind work
But you know my mind work
And I got the paper to show your ass
[Break]
The evidence...,
And you know I got the residence..., up in the gated community
You can't even get to me! So nigga don't even try
We just gone fuckin' vibe!
Just gone spread love, gone get to everybody
Get to your ears...,
[Outro]
Get to ya, what ya talkiin' 'bout
Hold on, lemme talk my shxt, before the beat go off...,
Yea, leeme talk my shxt, lemme talk my shxt...,
Lemme talk my shxt 'lil bish..., lemme talk my shxt 'lil bih...
Lemme talk my shxt, lemme talk my shxt...,
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[Intro]
Ohh, I kinda ran on a little bit, ran on a lil' bit
Feel my head, feel it spinning
They create a new shape, ooh, got the church movin' weight
Ooh Lord forgive me, diamonds hittin' and they sinnin'
[Verse 1]
You know you ain't supossed to do that
While I'm leaning on the track
Got my head on a swivel
Out my car, I hit a nigga
Ooh, I'm gone hit a nigga
Up the choppa, Tay-K
Ooh that ain't i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-it, got that Peewee Longway
Got the drank on a good day
I don't even do all of that, but I act like I trap
Ooh, I feel like I'm lying on myself
Feel like you be lying on myself
People ain't ready for the "Share Your Wealth"
Said people just want to share your wealth
Ooh, the money you work for, read a book a day
That's hurtful, ooh, not that hurtcore
That's a whole 'nother story that we ain't finna talk about
I gotta lotta clout, ooh and I got them visions
I already see myself at a million
A billion of 'em my children
Birth to the world, just like a millionaire
Ooh, I give you the money, yea it's my money I share
I, chairs ain't fair, ooh, lean that there
Yeah lean right there, said lean right there
[Verse 2]
Ooh, Mr. Krabs is a fake, ooh
You, Squidward a snake, ooh
You, Patrick Star, let me hop in that Bugatti car
Ooh, maybe the Koeingsegg, I ain't even got the red
Ooh, I'mma just go and close my eyes
'Cause I beat with the vibe, veet, veet the vibe
Ooh, vibe with the beat, yea I'mma stand on my feet
Yeah, them diamonds is treat
Ooh, yeah, carrots is sweet
I feel like Offset with the offset VVS
I don't even know why I did that
Shake it like maracas, and, going back to college, yea
Ooh, yea, diamonds swell, ooh, yea, diamonds swell
Ooh, bacteria-eria, infecting my criteria
Ohh that Cee Lo, that Gnarls Barkley
Ehh, Ehh, shout out to Charles Barkley
Ooh, gotta make my words clear
'Cause I gotta be dressed out of here
Ooh, I got that yellow line, that yellow line that make you go in time
Ooh, come to set, you ain't even know you 'bout that red, aye
Diamonds hittin' in the bed, aye
[Verse 3]
Ooh drop that airplane, know us we on private jets
Hot weather, (mumbles), ooh
What the fuck am I saying?
Something in with the mayor
That mayo, that mayhem, that read good
That serve you, make that eat good
Ooh, soundin' like 2 Chainz, when I'm rappin' on 'em bout two chains
I got 2 Chainz, with that two chains
Ha ha ha, that 2 Chainz, ooh
Shit getting scabby, ooh me
I mean, shoot, being Scooby-Doo
Ooh, ooh, who, boo, who, whoo, whoo, ooh
Swirl, make it roll, just like a vanilla swirl
Swirl, make it roll, just like a vanilla swirl
I shit this on Genuis, and its got so many lyrics
So many hits, so many hits on SoundCloud
Boppin' like a bow bow
Ooh, I don't know what that bow is, but they just took me to church
Ooh, the Lord told me what I was worth
I got them diamonds in the dirt
I'm just rockin', yea I'm just rockin'
I'm just rockin', ooh what happened, I'm just rocking, yea
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[Hook]
A man that don't work, aww naw, that don't work
Damn I bet his ass hurt, telling the truth get his ass hurt
I hop in the Benz, then I swerve, I hit the brakes, nigga not the curb
9 to 5 work, aww naw man that don't work
A man that don't work, aww nawthat don't work
Damn I bet his ass hurt, tellin' the truth get his ass hurt
I hop in the Benz, then I swerve, I hit the brakes, nigga not the curb
9 to 5 work, aww naw nigga naw, that don't work
[Verse 1]
2 roast beef doubles order up
I'm smokin' on my medicine, take a puff
Yeah the last few days I don't know what to say
But, bitch, I'm getting payed
Gotta make the money everyday
Even my mama said, gotta get up find a job
But I had to flip what he said
Start saving for a 4 car garage
Bentley, Benz, Rolls Royce, I pulled up, they like ooh, that's "noice"
They act like ain't no other choice
Gotta eat before you starve
Why the fuck you think I been tryna get my pockets on large?
[Hook]
A man that don't work, aww naw, that don't work
Damn I bet his ass hurt, telling the truth get his ass hurt
I hop in the Benz, then I swerve, I hit the brakes, nigga not the curb
9 to 5 work, aww naw man that don't work
A man that don't work, aww naw that don't work
Damn I bet his ass hurt, tellin' the truth get his ass hurt
I hop in the Benz, then I swerve, I hit the brakes, nigga not the curb
9 to 5 work, aww naw nigga naw, that don't work
[Verse 2]
You ain't gotta work, you just gotta get you a hustle
Always on beat, call me DJ Mustard
And I got the sauce like it's ketchup
You tryna run slow in this race, nigga catch up
Got lost, caught up track of time
Runnin' round with money on mind
Got a dime I'm tryna keep
And I'm countin' money in Givenchy sheets
But bitch, I gotta pay it, and I got money coming in on the daily
And I gotta switch it up, 'cause you know
Some people do but don't give a fuck
They tryna watch your pockets so you gotta
Switch it up so they don't know
What the fuck be going on with your flow
[Hook]
A man that don't work, aww naw, that don't work
Damn I bet his ass hurt, telling the truth get his ass hurt
I hop in the Benz, then I swerve, I hit the brakes, nigga not the curb
9 to 5 work, aww naw man that don't work
A man that don't work, aww naw that don't work
Damn I bet his ass hurt, tellin' the truth get his ass hurt
I hop in the Benz, then I swerve, I hit the brakes, nigga not the curb
9 to 5 work, aww naw nigga naw, that don't work
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[Verse 1]
Ooh, come..., back on the remix on ya
And I got the motherfucking ammonia
Gotta spray it on these dirty bitches
And you know we ain't got time to play
Fvck it up on a hoe today!
Fvck it up, go get the cash, and we leave hoes in a body bag
Tryna play, and we got sneaker-k
And we got them sneaker J's
For them bitches that wanna act like they run it
But they don't really, fuck it
Fuck them! Fuck them hoes!
And you know we got, them steppers, the Giuseppe toes
And you know I got them, bad bitches on my feet
In my pocket and my sneakers, and you know...,
I be talking shit, all the way 'cross the bleachers
And I fvck it up, and you know I got it real tough
And you know I got it real bad
Diamonds hit so hard like Sinbad
[Hook]
Ooh, fvck it up!
Fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it up
Ooh, fvck it up!
Fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it
Now mess-it, now mess-it. now mess-it, now twerk it
Now mess-it, now mess-it, now mess-it, now twerk it
Now mess-it, now mess-it, now mess-it, twerk!
Mess-it, mess-it, mess-it, twerk!
[Verse 2]
Bad bitch fuck it up period
Gridin' hard got me so delirious
Gotta baddie she fvckin' it up
I'm just tryna find out can she cut
Gotta cut through the bullshit
'Cause I'm tryna run up this money quick
And nope I don't have time for it
Fvck it up, or imma have to call it quits
Shout out to my college baes, they gone fuck it up every day
First day I done got her out the way
She mad I ain't have have time to play
Can't play but I can fuck it up
Don't won't nun of the drama hush!
[Hook]
Ooh, fvck it up!
Fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it up
Ooh, fvck it up!
Fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it up, fvck it
Now mess-it, now mess-it. now mess-it, now twerk it
Now mess-it, now mess-it, now mess-it, now twerk it
Now mess-it, now mess-it, now mess-it, twerk!
Mess-it, mess-it, mess-it, twerk!
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[Intro]
Aye, (Z-Lo!)
Yea, yea, yeah
[Verse 1]
Already know that I get what I want
Like the big body Audi, diamonds in a "chawnk"
A chawnk? What the fuck is that sir?
ShadesGang lingo, ya'll don't know the words
We on our own fucking level, even if it is just me
Ooh, diamonds real sweet
Get the fucking money, I'mma own every damn 'thang
Got a house in Dallas, but I got Florida rain
I'mma go get what I want, 'cause I can
That's fine, you ain't hurting me, you can sit on your ass mane
But don't be mad when you ain't got these racks
Wraith, and the Maybach, and I both painted them matte black
The big boss shit, I done already got it
But don't try to be security, runnin' through my pockets
Nigga on another elevation
5,000 ft. in the air, but nigga not on vacation
Don't get your feelings hurt this just business
Tryna make some money and muh'fucking flip it, yah
[Hook]
You can go get what you want! You can go get what you want!
You can go get what you want yea, you can go get what you want!
Buying out the whole Gucci store
Spend it all on some Prada hoe
Reinvest it back in yourself
You tryna earn all the motherfucking wealth!
[Verse 2]
Uhh, gotta put the money in the Shopify
My face on a shirt, but nigga I am still alive and well, aww hell
Porsche Panerama, high clientele
And I get, get them bricks through the mail
I get them checks on a fucking daily
I got the, people tryna play me, play me on the motherfucking radio
I go get what I want hoe
Go get what I want, buy it out the store
I might buy out the fucking store, helicopter hoe
Helicopter hoe, action movie, I gotta blast!
Niggas hatin' they can kiss my ass
Gotta, I gotta fucking blast, niggas hatin' they can kiss my ass
[Hook]
You can go get what you want! You can go get what you want!
You can go get what you want yea, you can go get what you want!
Buying out the whole Gucci store
Spend it all on some Prada hoe
Reinvest it back in yourself
You tryna earn all the motherfucking wealth!
Yah! You can go get what you want! You can go get what you want!
You can go get what you want yea, you can go get what you want!
Buying out the whole Gucci store
Spend it all on some Prada hoe
Reinvest it back in yourself
You tryna earn all the motherfucking wealth!
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[Intro]
Dammit, I gotta redo the shh....
And I gotta slow down, gotta listen to myself
Gotta listen to my mind, gotta tell ya
Gotta tell you what's goin' on---
[Pre-Hook]
You might wanna move, I might have to bump a bitch
I ain't got time for no, be on no silly shit
Got no time to play, and I come knockin' hoes everyday
I gotta teach these hoes a fucking lesson, cause they need to know
They know not to mess with me!
Nigga, who the telepathy?
I be talking to you through your mind, you know...
[Hook]
BUMP BUMP! Bitch get out the way!
Bitch you in my fuckin' way I got time to play!
And if you in my fuckin' way, you better have cash today!
Or else, you know..., you gettin' manhandled, every fucking way!
[Verse 1]
Oooh, shit! Diamonds on my fucking lit!
And I got them fucking diamond chains
And you know I got it sparklin' mane!
Bing, Bling, Bling! I got it Like Dat!
Rose gold, Rolls Royce, and you know I got that!
And a fucking jet, and I got a fucking name on it!
And you know I got that, all that corporate shit!
You know why I say I got all that a lot?
Because I got all that! A lot! and you know
I ain't even need to I'm already at the fucking top, bitch!
[Pre-Hook]
You might wanna move, I might have to bump a bitch
I ain't got time for no, be on no silly shit
Got no time to play, and I come knockin' hoes everyday
I gotta teach these hoes a fucking lesson, cause they need to know
They know not to mess with me!
Nigga, who the telepathy?
I be talking to you thorugh your mind, you know...
[Hook]
BUMP BUMP! Bitch get out the way!
Bitch you in my fuckin' way I got time to play!
And if you in my fuckin' way, you better have cash today!
Or else, you know..., you gettin' manhandled, every fucking way!
[Verse 2]
Dammit, I gotta redo the shit
Since the software wanna fuck up, be a little bitch!
And I gotta slow down, gotta listen to myself!
Gotta listen to mind, gotta tell em', gotta tell you what's goin' on
But I may be the cheeze-ist motherfucker that I got goin' on
But I'm still gettin' paid, still gettin' laid
Even get money in a---
When I'm layin' my head down, and I got that
Fucking Surround Sound, I hear it coming everywhere!
That bullshit, ain't got time for it!
I be sayin' the same damn thing
But you know I got it on my mind, for it!
MONEYMADEIT, ain't no need to fucking debate it!
SHADESGANG, Corperated, and you know MONEYMADEIT!
Once again, I need to tell you that
Cause y'all don't fucking know the facts!
Need to know the facts that MONEYMADEIT!
And you know... we got it, everything we made it!
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[Intro]
Z-Lo!
We gone try to figure out
When to come on this...,
Yeah, Yea, ok...,
[Verse 1]
Look at them diamonds, look at them diamonds
Them diamonds dance
Goddamn it, 17, I can say that I've been to France
And I've been back, to America, the culture
And America, the brave
But you know, really, is it man?
That's that politic shit, I ain't tryna talk about that
I'm just tryna lean in the sun, I'm layin' with the top back
Smokin' on me some good shit, on me a good nigga
Oooh, I got the money in my fuckin' hand
I'm the man! Got them diamonds dancin'
Big baguettes on my wrist
Them 50 pointers, and you know I got the hornets...,
Stingin' yo' ass, if you playin' with my cash
Or my heart, them my emotions
And you know I got the purple potion...,
[Verse 2]
Shrek 2 bitch, you lookin' ugly in the face!
But ya' know? It's what's under the surface
What's under the case?
Case #2, that's the..., price is right!
And you know I got them diamonds swingin' every night
Diamonds dancin', diamonds prancin'
Got fancy dinners waiting on me, at the table with the president
That's if they don't run the country to shit first!
Oooh! I wasn't suppsoed to say that, but you know...,
We ain't got no filter, we ain't got no sensor
[Verse 3]
And know know we can't stop us, and you know...,
We been up for so long, talkin' 'bout my people
Talkin' 'bout my people!
Gone have to use this for my paper
But you know gotta get it out
But you know..., too much information done already went out!
Finished the paper I thank the Lord!
And you know I'm on my school shit, I'm in that boy!
I'm in my bag 'finna graduate, tryna get the cake
Tryna..., get them stacks
And you know I want them big racks, yeah!
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[Intro]
Alright now fuck a mixtape
Correction, fuck you and the mixtape
Ain't walking out the house if I ain't get paid
Like that ain't how it work, hell no way!
Nigga gone try to get over on me and succeed
That'll get your shit blown back!
Niggas better get a head start like track
Cause when I pass you, you ain't coming back nigga!
[Verse 1]
Fuck a mixtape, I just wanna bunch a fat stacks
Lotta money, gotta put gas in Maybach
Me and your girl go way back
We old school, just like nick-knack, patty wack
Diss me on the track, get slapped in your face
Gotta big pack, 'bouta pull up to ya place
Big dicks on the Glock put em in your face
Money sack just in case we catch another case
Excuse me, no nigga excuse you!
Caught a cold from these diamonds like achoo!
I can see it right now all the fake turn real
Real ice, I'm rich, bet you really really pissed!
Kiss my whole ass for one time
That you ever thought I gave a fuck
Cause naw, I really didn't
Nigga you trippin, you girl really buggin'
Better watch her, bet she out there fuckin'...
[Verse 2]
You nigga! (no not you I mean the other nigga)
Mood right now is fuck a nigga
She mad at me snatchies, and I took her nigga
And her wig off just like a mask
Everything fake except for her ass
Both of yall slow, ya shoulda went to class
Gotta run to the money real real fast
Fuck you, a mixtape, and a damn hallpass!
Hold up I'm almost done
MAM never gonna go out like iWon
Alive after death like MJ
Hold up let me spit some game like
Aye bae bae, bitch, you cra, cra
Right now the mood is fuck a mix
Fuck a mix, I'm tryna get rich
Make hits, stack the money at
MoneyatMidnight bitch!
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[Intro]
All I do is produce flames and bars
Beg to differ get in front of the car
Yo' ass just became a new speed bump
I'll have you looking orange like Donald Trump
[Hook]
Walk In building bitch I'm turning up
At the library I do not give a fuck
Walk in the place and then I burn it down
I bring the heat all around yo' town
No Miami, but I bring the heat (it's hott)
Like the block it's hot, no it ain't sweet
I ain't got time for no meet and greet
I'm the puzzle bitch I got the piece
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
Look at me look like 1000 keys
I'm everywhere I'm all on your screen
Hop in the foreign and I do the dash
I bring the heat and I secure the bag
[Verse 1]
Walk in all red like sarachia
I'm hotter than fresh jalapeno poppers
I come in and go get the bag
If it feel a little light then it's gotta be a gag
Don't play cause you know I bring the heat
This ain't willy wonka everything ain't sweet
That shit bitter like vodka
If it's hot like me 911, call the cops
But be careful cause it might be man down
Try to help, but we ain't got no damn where
Call that shit GPS, goin round in circles
Get in block and then you stretch
It's so hot I kinda feel like Nelly
Kick yo' ass out the house like Kelly
Have you singing like Price
Go to the dealer ask "What The Price"
Kinda feel like Migos, I need the whole thing when I buy
Haters got a problem I hit decline
Yea I just ignore 'em
Got bigger things to worry bout
I'm going on a mission
Nigga you in or you out?
Like MJ I gotta make a change
Do you like what you see when you wake up in the mirror?
If you don't you gotta make a change
Cause I bring the heat fuck the thunder mane
Call me butter yea nigga I'm on a roll
Might be slow but I'm on the go
Like your Prepaid phone
Talkin' out yo' ass instead 'bout the cash
Time flying so fast like a flash
That's why I'm on my phone
Cause I'm out here waitin' for the money to call
And I'm not tryna miss it at all, damn
[Hook]
Walk In building bitch I'm turning up
At the library I do not give a fuck
Walk in the place and then I burn it down
I bring the heat all around yo' town
No Miami, but I bring the heat (it's hott)
Like the block it's hot, no it ain't sweet
I ain't got time for no meet and greet
I'm the puzzle bitch I got the piece
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
Look at me look like 1000 keys
I'm everywhere I'm all on your screen
Hop in the foreign and I do the dash
I bring the heat and I secure the bag
[Verse 2]
MoneyatMidnight still make Money at Midnight
I profit whether it be big or small
Ball like JYe, call it the throne
Shittin' on niggas, where the fuck is Post Malone?
Posted up in a hot tub, sippin' bub
See it all in my dreams
Finer Life, finer things, got the bling bling
All over my neck
Boomin like Metro, might swerve and wreck
I told 'em I'm ready, they like just a sec
You missed out now you all upset
Can't get mad cause you was slow
I'm out here shining like J & B Kno
Honerable C Note, I need you on the track
I need a bunch of fat stacks, yea
Bring the heat Like I was Goku
Stream me right now on your Roku
I know you niggas hear the rhyme scheme
I know you niggas need some dramamine
Cause I make you sick, you full of shit, you lil' bitch
Can't even handle the heat that I bring
Like a sauna I'll leave you all wet and sweating
All moist and dripping
All I do is produce flames and bars
Beg to differ get in front of the car
Your ass just became a new speed bump
I'll have you lookin' orange Like Donald Trump
You hatin' I just wanna say thanks
You hatin' while I'm out here making bank
How you a G and you ain't got no rank
I bring the heat and the memes no dank
[Hook]
Walk In building bitch I'm turning up
At the library I do not give a fuck
Walk in the place and then I burn it down
I bring the heat all around yo' town
No Miami, but I bring the heat (it's hott)
Like the block it's hot, no it ain't sweet
I ain't got time for no meet and greet
I'm the puzzle bitch I got the piece
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
No Miami, but I bring the heat
Look at me look like 1000 keys
I'm everywhere I'm all on your screen
Hop in the foreign and I do the dash
I bring the heat and I secure the bag
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[Intro]
SHADESRECORDS!
[Verse 1]
Hop on a boat, I'm in Italy
Easy how people think they can get rid of me
But I know I'm up, 'cause bxxch I'm onna boat now
Rolls Royce leather same color as a cow
No copycat I got my own style
Tryna rock his mic same time that I rock the crowd
And I you know I got them racks tucked everywhere
Best friend in the back perm it up, burnin' them heads
Just like the kush, give 'em hater labor, I tell 'em push
I shoot the shot all you hear is swish
You know it ain't right when your gold diamonds same color as yo' piss
No time, no Rolex on my wrist
Tryna keep it on some humble shit
Alarm clock going off, yea I'm up now
Nigga price went up, and you know I don't give a fuck 'cause
[Hook]
Bxxch I'm Onna Boat, bxxch I'm onna boat
I said bxxch I'm onna boat, bxxch I'm onna boat
(I don't think they heard me)
I said bxxch I'm onna boat, bxxch i'm onna boat
I be whippin' in the coast, whippin in the coast
[Verse 2]
I be whippin' off land, I be whippin' in the ocean
I be freestylin' this shit, thought it was some purple potion
I'm on all kinds of drugs right now, oops ain't mean to say that
But we, being honest, I didn't know we gone, gone play that
Somebody gone play this like what the fuck, he freestylin'
He going in, he ain't even know it
And you ain't even know it, MoneyatMidnight's a god
And I got this -- dude name --
Oh shit, I done fucked it up, I need some more beats from Quad, aye
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[Hook]
I want that money, I want that money now
MoneyatMidnight, I ain’t no damn clown
I’m sick of these niggas clownin'
They need to go get they own shit
Instead they out here faking it
We all know that you rented it
You do what you want when you popping
100 thousand no shopping
Once I get it I’m not stopping
SHADESGANG we be poppin'
Niggas out here they hatin'
And they out here tryna copy
I ain’t paying no attention
SHADESGANG we be winning
[Verse 1]
Boy you is fake, and boy you is lame
I need my body dancing Johnny Dang
Imma have snow on my like the winter
I’m #1 one, yea I’m the winner
What's yo' number?
Put it in my phone, I’mma take you home
Let’s get it on
Let’s get it started, Let’s get it poppin
When I count cash, no I’m not stopping
Out here tryna chase me a bag
I got some visions of me havin cash
I can see myself fuckin the game up
Hard work pays off, that’s mega bucks
I’mma go buy me a Benz Truck
And park it right next to the Bentley coupe
Why you always got a attitude
You bout to drown, suicidal mood
Ask myself would I have Jimmy Choo
Or would I rather have Bushemi
Get some shoes with the red bottoms
Kick down the doors that’s no problem
Coming in you better move over
Have you ever seen a blue Rover?
Tryna stack just like Hova
Bout to blow up like a supernova
No I’m not a crip
No I’m not a blood
This SHADESGANG shit, nigga I’m the shit
We out here getting lit
Shootin videos on the tables
Boy you's a chicken get back to the coop
I’m doing donuts in the coupe
Myself yea I stay true
But I still need that money
Them blue faced hundreds
Give it to me then I'm running
[Hook]
I want that money now, I want that money now
MoneyatMidnight, I ain’t no damn clown
I’m sick of these niggas clownin
They need to go do they own shit
Instead they out here fakin it
We all know that you rented it
You do what you want when you popping
100 thousand no shopping
Once I get it I’m not stopping
SHADESGANG we be poppin'
Niggas out here they hatin'
And they out here tryna copy
But I ain’t paying no attention
I'm out here, I be winning
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[Intro]
I just need to get this shit off my chest
Need another edible lay down and rest
I don't really give a fuck no more
If you don't like me then you know where you can go
Don't care about what she say
Just text me tell me where yo' nigga stay
At night, see the stars throw them bitches in the ceiling
But I can't cause the top be missing
[Verse 1]
Niggas be sending shots and you know they missing
Yea MoneyBangin
Come grab you where your chain don't hang
I don't do cocaine, but I'll still fuck up a brick
Everytime they say "Who Done It?"
Wanna know what I did, who I been with
Nigga I just might fuck up yo' shit!
Like a bitch I used to know, with some blond weave
Her tracks and her ass need to both leave!
No fucks given, deliver shots like a carrier pigeon
Jiminy Cricket lookin' ass nigga!
Actin' like you all that but where your figures?
Bout as thick as a book, if smack you with one
You might break, damn I'm shook!
[Verse 2]
Some niggas need to learn how to drive
Hoppin' in definition suicide
Same thing goes if you fuckin' with me
Buzz a bitch just like Jeopardy
Bitches be showing they ass for attention
Think you bad, but you look like trash
Eyebrows too big that shit be fake
Dumbass tryna play in the shark tank
Lil fish bitch, and yea I was talkin' 'bout you
Nigga, that's why you got ass beat
But I ain't finna spill no tea, no shade
Yo' boyfriend sweet like minute maid
He got a lotta sugar in his tank
Don't be surprised if you catch him drinking out of mine!
Fuck you, and fuck you, that's all Imma say on this line!
[Verse 3]
I know you like it when I switch rhymes
Try to run up it's fist time
Tryna figure out who to shit on next
Drip from my walk like Sauce/Dex
Niggas don't know what the fuck I can do
Think I'm finna lose, bitch I'm finna show you
These days everybody so fake
That's why I gotta mind my business, stack the cake
I know I gotta get mine, while you stuck at a 9 to 8
Why y'all keep hatin' on a nigga?
Why you can't be great with a nigga?
Why you gotta be so fake to a nigga?
Ask me these days I'm doing the damn same thing
Gettin the money that'll never change, 'till I'm in the box
[Verse 4]
Come suck my dick, and then kick rocks
It's like yo' girl put yo ass in a headlock
And no I don't really fuck with you anymore
Your girlfriend pimped you out for a year like a whore!
But I sip the tea cause that ain't none of mine
Get the glass plates, yea it's supper time
These niggas really don't want nun
Might pull out a knife, might pull out a gun
Might pull out a wraith, might hop in a skate
Might fuck my face, fucked 3 times today
Niggas be playing too much, always got my name in your mouth, Talkin' shit just like a bitch
Got a problem Imma pull up, no Huggie
Pussy you soft like Teletubbie
I ain't playin' no buddy buddy
[Verse 5]
Now I'm back to dissin, you a bitch, hatin' is your only mission
You needa get you some bread, mind your own business
Run up if you ain't scared
They ask who run it
MoneyatMidnight the only one who run it
I'm the only one who run it
Yea nigga, I'm the only one who run it!
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?!
I'm the only one who run it
I'm the only one that run it in the 'Ville
Laugh at you like Dave Chapelle
Yea I run it, #BlackFriday2
Yea you know it's coming this summer
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[Hook]
Count the money quick, count the money fast
Hundred thousand, doing on the dash
Hundred thousand in my bag
Hundred thousand I just spent
Hundred thousand on the house, bitch I can pay your rent
A hundred thousand, A hundred thousand
A hundred thousand, bitch a hundred thousand
[Verse 1]
A hundred thousand on the rent
A hundred thousand what I just spent
A hundred thousand in my bag
Count that shit up, count the cash
Ooh, I don't mean to brag, but I just got this new shit from Dior
Ooh, I made my own shit out the store
Ooh, look ya broke ass, yo ass lookin' real sad
We do the race, niggas cannot keep up with the fucking pace, ooh
On a whole 'nother time, on a whole 'nother level
Count the money do it real better
With the money counter, oops, we done already broke that
Send it back, I don't want it, 1-800 telephone it
Do the skrrt off in the Audi, and I'm feeling really cloudy
Ooh, them diamonds ain't, but, you know I know how to skate
Oops, no I lied, count the money inside
Can't let these niggas know what I'm doing, yah!
But you they watching anyway, so I'm ballin'
Stunt on these hatin' ass niggas, and you know, I'm 'bout the holler:
"Hey! Ooh, money! Count it today! Money coming my way!"
Feel like Longway I'm On Dat, I sip the tea like some cognac
Sip real slow, you know you can't sip it when it's cold
Gotta be hot, piping, scorching
Count The Money, you know I'm worth a fortune, hey
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[Hook]
I'm going 110 the highway
Bitch going by fast like Friday
Don't take it easy on the weekend
Gotta turn up, nigga get to partyin'
Yea, turn up nigga get lit!
Going fast getting cash, nigga better pop shit!
Going fast in the foreign, niggas can't keep up
They too slow, they boring!
I'm going 110 the highway
Bitch going by fast like Friday
I don't take it easy on the weekend
Gotta turn up, nigga get to partyin'
Yea, turn up nigga get lit!
Going fast getting cash, nigga better pop shit!
Going fast in the foreign, niggas can't keep up
They too slow, they boring!
[Verse 1]
Nigga live life like a g
Aye..., spark a b send me out the country
Check my papers, primary money maker
It's time to pay tithes, gone head gone shake ya money maker!
Feeling like a player! Bitch, I got the controller
Tryna make the money now and when I get older
Want it all, a nigga keep stacking
10 times 10 multiplying I don't even know what happened
Next thing you know I'm looking like a bank!
So much money I can buy both kinds of the shark tank
No tape bitch, I got it on lock
Rolex, upgraded from a G-Shock
Like 2Pac, Imma lay behind the scenes
Lay low with the paper, do you know what I mean
[Hook]
I'm going 110 the highway
Bitch going by fast like Friday
Don't take it easy on the weekend
Gotta turn up, nigga get to partyin'
Yea, turn up nigga get lit!
Going fast getting cash, nigga better pop shit!
Going fast in the foreign, niggas can't keep up
They too slow, they boring!
I'm going 110 the highway
Bitch going by fast like Friday
I don't take it easy on the weekend
Gotta turn up, nigga get to partyin'
Yea, turn up nigga get lit!
Going fast getting cash, nigga better pop shit!
Going fast in the foreign, niggas can't keep up
They too slow, they boring!
[Verse 2]
Better lay low on the creep
Opps out here in the streets, dressed like sheep
All I'm saying, nigga just be careful
Don't wanna have to go tell the sheriff
Go tell "Massa" what I did
Don't let "massa" go get the whip
But he can hit the Nae Nae
Lean rock, wipe me down, aye bae bae
I'm going 110 on the highway
Going real fast, at the same time counting cash
Got it all on me, it feels good, got me singing like Tony
Throw a office celebration
You can hear the noise all across the nation
Cruise control set for the moon
Left in April but I'll see your ass in June
[Hook]
I'm going 110 the highway
Bitch going by fast like Friday
Don't take it easy on the weekend
Gotta turn up, nigga get to partyin'
Yea, turn up nigga get lit!
Going fast getting cash, nigga better pop shit!
Going fast in the foreign, niggas can't keep up
They too slow, they boring!
I'm going one 110 the highway
Bitch going by fast like Friday
I don't take it easy on the weekend
Gotta turn up, nigga get to partyin'
Yea, turn up nigga get lit!
Going fast getting cash, nigga better pop shit!
Going fast in the foreign, niggas can't keep up
They too slow, they boring!
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[Hook]
Big boy bluntz, smokin' on some stuff
That'll have you in a hunch, if you ain't ready for the such
We ready for the stuff, we 'bout dat action
And you know we always totin', always pistol packin'
Big boy bluntz, smokin' on some stuff
Will have you in a hunch, if you ain't ready for the such
Packin' them pistols, we ready for the action
Big boy bluntz, you know what's 'bout to happen!
[Verse 1]
Always talkin' 'bout how I'm blowin' on that "ooh-boy!"
But you know you missin' out, cause you know that can be you boy
Ooh boy! Hold on let me take that back, cause a, wait a minute...,
I just had to retrack, I just had to think back way when
When I was back on my fuckin' own, oh wait...,
That's fuckin' now, and I gotta get the cash...,
I know I'm a cash cow, bitches tryna milk me
And you know I can't even flash it, can't even show the titties
Gotta get it in, really gotta go hard
And you know I gotta close my eyes on the boluavard
While I'm ridin' James Robertson Pkwy
I'm seein' the city, I be really in the bity, yeah
[Hook]
Big boy bluntz, smokin' on some stuff
That'll have you in a hunch, if you ain't ready for the such
We ready for the stuff, we 'bout dat action
And you know we always totin', always pistol packin'
Big boy bluntz, smokin' on some stuff
Will have you in a hunch, if you ain't ready for the such
Packin' them pistols, we ready for the action
Big boy bluntz, you know what's 'bout to happen!
[Verse 2]
Gotta go back in again, cause y'all didn't get it the first time
You know I gotta rewind, gotta go back, enter my mind
Gotta..., get the smoke out of my lungs
I be smokin' on them bluntz, I be smokin' up the things and such
Smokin' up the atmosphere, it's green though
But ya know, I be seeing green like Cee-Lo!
Got so much money behind the scene
Instagram can't even snapchat it, don't even know what I mean!
[Hook]
Yeah, Big boy bluntz, smokin' on some stuff
That'll have you in a hunch, if you ain't ready for the such
We ready for the stuff, we 'bout dat action
And you know we always totin', always pistol packin'
Big boy bluntz, smokin' on some stuff
Will have you in a hunch, if you ain't ready for the such
Packin' them pistols, we ready for the action
Big boy bluntz, you know what's 'bout to happen!
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[Hook]
Pull up (yeah I pull up, I pull up, yeah)
I pull up (yeah I pull up, yeah I pull up)
Bitch pull up! (bitch I pull up yeah)
Bitch I pull up (wha?)
Pullin' up on the scene like channel 5 Newscast
Haters just mad, have a blast when you kiss my ass (kiss it real good)
Pull up with all of that garbage, you get thrown in the trash
Don't pull up 'less you know you talkin' 'bout the cash
[Verse 1]
Game over, stop the clock, you better not take no more shots
We sending them back
Blood everywhere, like sauce attack
Drip, splash, water wet
I walk in, yeah they see a threat
Put diamonds around my neck, to show these niggas I'm blessed
Whippin' 'round town, yeah I'm doin' my thang
Ain't nobdy here, I might just go and hog up the lanes
Tryna look at a hundred like it is change
Pull up with a scope, don't choke
Wonderin' if your body just might float
[Hook]
Pull up (yeah I pull up, I pull up, yeah)
I pull up (yeah I pull up, yeah I pull up)
Bitch pull up! (bitch I pull up yeah)
Bitch I pull up (wha?)
Pullin' up on the scene like channel 5 Newscast
Haters just mad, have a blast when you kiss my ass (kiss it real good)
Pull up with all of that garbage, you get thrown in the trash
Don't pull up 'less you know you talkin' 'bout the cash
[Verse 2]
Pull up with the money, pull up with them hundreds
Work hard, yeah nigga keep stuntin'
Keep on looking at me nigga like you want something
Talkin', Talkin', Talkin', reckless, you a crash dummy
My Mac crash dummy! Fat ass dummy!
Niggas lookin' like they starving, they just want some beef
'Bout to, bang bang, just like Chief Keef
Everytime I pull out some money the fuck nigga rate increase
[Hook]
Pull up (yeah I pull up, I pull up, yeah)
I pull up (yeah I pull up, yeah I pull up)
Bitch pull up! (bitch I pull up yeah)
Bitch I pull up (wha?)
Pullin' up on the scene like channel 5 Newscast
Haters just mad, have a blast when you kiss my ass (kiss it real good)
Pull up with all of that garbage, you get thrown in the trash
Don't pull up 'less you know you talkin' 'bout the cash
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