(Respect It)
(From the tip it)
FSU
(And If the beat live you know LilJu made it)
(2 Chainz)
I'm with whatever you with
You ain't the only one out here gettin' rich
You ain't the only one that got young niggas
You can go pay to do dumb shit, Toni
Hold up (hold up, rollup, brrap)
Tell 'em roll up (hold up, hold up)
I'm in a Rolls Royce (I'm in)
Got 'bout four of 'em (four of em' four of em, yeah)
I got baguettes
On my forearm (forearm, forearm)
REM livin' no stressin' (REM livin' no)
Park the Lambo on my bezel (the Lambo, yea)
Cuban link lay on the dresser (yea)
My pockets fit, your's anorexic (hey)
Spent a foreign car all on my necklace
See me shinin' from Dior, the section
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (yeah)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (uh, yeah)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist
Done got rich, don't give no shits
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (yeah)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (hey, uh)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (alright)
Done got rich, don't give no shits
Three-Hundred-Fifty cash (sho)
Didn't even do the dash (you)
Room full of bosses, nigga (uh)
Nigga, you lookin' like staff (you)
I'm on a warpath (bap)
I go homicide on the beat (yea)
Lil' bitch, you ain't nothin' to me
My partners swing your block like Uber Eats
I done put a Lambo on my wrist, hey
Stand on this pound, I'll be 6"8
Keep the fire on me like Bic, hey
Might by your bih, I hope your rent paid
Millionaire frames (millionaire frames)
Championship rings (championship rings)
Know I can't sing (what you finna do?)
But I got more hits than the Braves (Toni)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (yeah)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (uh, yeah)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist
Done got rich, don't give no shits (yea)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (yeah)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist (hey, uh)
I done put a Lambo on my wrist
Done got rich, don't give no shits
(All Rise)
2 Chainz - So Help Me God! Album Lyrics
2 Chainz - So Help Me God! Lyrics
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Julian Mason, Kevin Gomringer, Nicholas Warwar, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Grey Area
(Jay The Great, bass breakin' like a body)
(Toni)
(Uh, man, um wow)
I just sat up on the stand
Told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done
I can not believe in karma (yah)
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama (boom, boom, boom)
Young enough to f*ck yo sister (boom)
Young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain't messin' with your granny
I just jugged her out them Xannies
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, got a motherf*ckin' Addy (woo)
Nigga tell 'em pull 'em up
Drop the motherf*ckin' Addy (do it)
Took my shot just like Marcus Camby (shot, shot)
I'm so hot they fannin' (woo)
I got mills out of Def Jam
I got mills out Atlantic (woo)
Niggas know my flows like my crib (yea)
This shit full of granite (woo)
Strip club closed, get her OnlyFans
Lil bitch don't you panic
Got a yard that's so damn big
I ordered thirty hammocks (got it)
Niggas claim they got a tool but never used a hammer (bap, bap)
I done set the standard
I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana (woo)
Dolce & Gabbana, Louie V bandana, do it (woo)
I just sat up on the stand
Told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done
I can not believe in karma (not me, not me boy)
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama (boom, boom, boom)
Young enough to f*ck yo sister
Young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain't messin' with your granny
I just jugged her out them Xannies
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, got a motherf*ckin' Addy
Nigga tell 'em pull 'em up
Drop the motherf*ckin' Addy (do it)
Old enough to son you niggas
Young enough to f*ck your ex
Old enough to be your landlord
And sign the f*ckin' checks (Woo)
I take care of IRS, excuse me, sir, am I arrest? (s'cuse me)
Fell in love with VVS, my cuz a Blood, PMS (boom)
Oh you thick, oh you sexy
What you doin' later? Gon' text me
Got my heart on Wayne Gretzky (ice)
You don't f*ck me and that's a blessin' (woo)
I smoke weed, I done pounds
I sold and rapped about that shit (yea)
Put her on track, had her runnin' laps around the D (you)
I just sat up on the stand
Told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done
I can not believe in karma (nah)
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama (boom, boom, boom)
Young enough to f*ck yo sister (boom)
Young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain't messin' with your granny
I just jugged her out them Xannies
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, got a motherf*ckin' Addy (woo)
Nigga tell 'em pull 'em up
Drop the motherf*ckin' Addy (do it)
I done set the standard
I been repped Atlanta, rep-rep-repped Atlanta (woo)
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana (woo)
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, rep-rep-repped Atlanta (woo)
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana (woo)
(Toni)
(Uh, man, um wow)
I just sat up on the stand
Told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done
I can not believe in karma (yah)
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama (boom, boom, boom)
Young enough to f*ck yo sister (boom)
Young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain't messin' with your granny
I just jugged her out them Xannies
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, got a motherf*ckin' Addy (woo)
Nigga tell 'em pull 'em up
Drop the motherf*ckin' Addy (do it)
Took my shot just like Marcus Camby (shot, shot)
I'm so hot they fannin' (woo)
I got mills out of Def Jam
I got mills out Atlantic (woo)
Niggas know my flows like my crib (yea)
This shit full of granite (woo)
Strip club closed, get her OnlyFans
Lil bitch don't you panic
Got a yard that's so damn big
I ordered thirty hammocks (got it)
Niggas claim they got a tool but never used a hammer (bap, bap)
I done set the standard
I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana (woo)
Dolce & Gabbana, Louie V bandana, do it (woo)
I just sat up on the stand
Told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done
I can not believe in karma (not me, not me boy)
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama (boom, boom, boom)
Young enough to f*ck yo sister
Young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain't messin' with your granny
I just jugged her out them Xannies
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, got a motherf*ckin' Addy
Nigga tell 'em pull 'em up
Drop the motherf*ckin' Addy (do it)
Old enough to son you niggas
Young enough to f*ck your ex
Old enough to be your landlord
And sign the f*ckin' checks (Woo)
I take care of IRS, excuse me, sir, am I arrest? (s'cuse me)
Fell in love with VVS, my cuz a Blood, PMS (boom)
Oh you thick, oh you sexy
What you doin' later? Gon' text me
Got my heart on Wayne Gretzky (ice)
You don't f*ck me and that's a blessin' (woo)
I smoke weed, I done pounds
I sold and rapped about that shit (yea)
Put her on track, had her runnin' laps around the D (you)
I just sat up on the stand
Told a lie straight to the honor
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama
All the shit that I have done
I can not believe in karma (nah)
Old enough to be your daddy
Young enough to f*ck your mama (boom, boom, boom)
Young enough to f*ck yo sister (boom)
Young enough to f*ck your auntie
Ain't messin' with your granny
I just jugged her out them Xannies
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, got a motherf*ckin' Addy (woo)
Nigga tell 'em pull 'em up
Drop the motherf*ckin' Addy (do it)
I done set the standard
I been repped Atlanta, rep-rep-repped Atlanta (woo)
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana (woo)
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, rep-rep-repped Atlanta (woo)
Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana (woo)
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Jay Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Save Me
(Yeah, we don't want to do anythin' to scare your children)
(That's last thing we want to do, we don't want to scare anybody)
(You are my, my ever, my everythin')
(It's so hard to choose)
(But somehow I chose you)
(I love you)
(So long, so long, so long, so long)
(Baby, you are my everythin')
(Ba, da, da, da)
Yeah, when people ask me for some money, I tell them get in line (nah)
Another funeral I done paid for, all my niggas dyin'
I got that PTSD syndrome, all I hear is sirens
I text my nigga but I guess he ain', he ain' replyin' (what)
Smile in your face and when you turn back, they stab your spine
I wear shades and carry sticks like I'm legally blind
A tall nigga in a coupe so I'm easy to find
She want Versace, so I flew her straight out to Milan
And ain't no cappin' in my rap, you know you pussy need a pap
I'm from the Southside off on that, I'm in my bag I got a sack
Grown niggas get upset if I don't give them no money
But you ain't do nothin' to them niggas when they slid on your homie
I ain't savin' nobody unless she here to stay
You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist (woo)
You know the tires match the rims, rims match the rate (yeah)
And if she loyal, then she spoiled, nigga, that's my baby
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (nobody else)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now, oh c'mon)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (nobody else)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now c'mon now)
Now let me tell you 'bout that youngin' who fresh outta prison (outta prison)
Say he misguided, he be wildin', he just want attention (want attention)
That Nation business, I stand tall, so when you talk I listen (I listen)
That money talk so I'm just hopin' I'm the one they mention (they mention)
Upgrade my swag, I walk on stage and still got cases pendin' (a case pendin')
Run with some hittas out Savannah bangin', Rollin' 60s (neighborhood)
Look my lil' niggas tote the hammer, no such thin' as missin' (boom, bap)
And plus I'm fresh out that slammer, I go hard, no quittin'
I brought that work, I don't need no clout (don't need no clout)
Bandanna wrapped around that Glock, I'm posted on the block (on the block)
Can't love nobody, you don't love yourself
Put all my feeling's on the shelf
And I just only need my niggas, I feel I don't need nobody else, oh yeah
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (you said you saved me)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now, oh c'mon)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (nobody else))
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now c'mon now)
It's so hard to choose what (go, go, go)
So I, I, chose you (go, go, go)
I love you
So long, so long, so long
Baby, you know I'm waitin' there
Ba, da, da, da (respect it)
It's so hard to choose what
So I, I, chose you
I love you
(Uh yeah)
(That's last thing we want to do, we don't want to scare anybody)
(You are my, my ever, my everythin')
(It's so hard to choose)
(But somehow I chose you)
(I love you)
(So long, so long, so long, so long)
(Baby, you are my everythin')
(Ba, da, da, da)
Yeah, when people ask me for some money, I tell them get in line (nah)
Another funeral I done paid for, all my niggas dyin'
I got that PTSD syndrome, all I hear is sirens
I text my nigga but I guess he ain', he ain' replyin' (what)
Smile in your face and when you turn back, they stab your spine
I wear shades and carry sticks like I'm legally blind
A tall nigga in a coupe so I'm easy to find
She want Versace, so I flew her straight out to Milan
And ain't no cappin' in my rap, you know you pussy need a pap
I'm from the Southside off on that, I'm in my bag I got a sack
Grown niggas get upset if I don't give them no money
But you ain't do nothin' to them niggas when they slid on your homie
I ain't savin' nobody unless she here to stay
You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist (woo)
You know the tires match the rims, rims match the rate (yeah)
And if she loyal, then she spoiled, nigga, that's my baby
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (nobody else)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now, oh c'mon)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (nobody else)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now c'mon now)
Now let me tell you 'bout that youngin' who fresh outta prison (outta prison)
Say he misguided, he be wildin', he just want attention (want attention)
That Nation business, I stand tall, so when you talk I listen (I listen)
That money talk so I'm just hopin' I'm the one they mention (they mention)
Upgrade my swag, I walk on stage and still got cases pendin' (a case pendin')
Run with some hittas out Savannah bangin', Rollin' 60s (neighborhood)
Look my lil' niggas tote the hammer, no such thin' as missin' (boom, bap)
And plus I'm fresh out that slammer, I go hard, no quittin'
I brought that work, I don't need no clout (don't need no clout)
Bandanna wrapped around that Glock, I'm posted on the block (on the block)
Can't love nobody, you don't love yourself
Put all my feeling's on the shelf
And I just only need my niggas, I feel I don't need nobody else, oh yeah
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (you said you saved me)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now, oh c'mon)
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (nobody else))
You saved me from myself, I don't need nobody else (now c'mon now)
It's so hard to choose what (go, go, go)
So I, I, chose you (go, go, go)
I love you
So long, so long, so long
Baby, you know I'm waitin' there
Ba, da, da, da (respect it)
It's so hard to choose what
So I, I, chose you
I love you
(Uh yeah)
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Hasan Matthews, Mike L. Williams II, Pierre Ramon Slaughter, Samuel Gloade
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Money Maker
(I've been, just goin' crazy) Southern University
(What's up with y'all?)
(Yeah, we back, I'm back) Alabama State
FAMU
(Shit, you know) Clark Atlanta
(It feel good to be back) Uh
Ah shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Tony)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (let's go)
Yeah, ah shake that money-maker (money)
Don't let that money make ya (uh)
You know I come to date you, and I'll accommodate ya (accommodate)
I'll make you cum, I ate you, I know your home lately (lone)
I turn your curly hair into that bone, straighten it (bone)
I make you moan, baby (moan)
It feel right, don't it? I know I'm wrong, baby (wrong)
That pheromone fragrance, can't miss no car payments (no)
I kiss her earlobe, like, "What you doin' later?" (What you doin'?)
The broken alligator (yeah), them lames agitate her (ooh)
I'm talkin' natural beauty, no make-up applicator (no need)
She say I killed the pussy (kill it), I seen the affidavit
She blew my cap off (blew) like I had graduated (tell 'em)
The roof decapitated (yeah), the booth contaminated (damn)
Hey, check my face card, I bet it's laminated (true)
My jewelry carbonated, my yard a hundred acres (a hunnid)
I'd like to nominate you to roll my dice in Vegas
(Yeah) now shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Collegrove)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (Collegrove) (let's go)
(Yeah) You can have a piece of my love
(Collegrove) Ii's waiting for you
(Collegrove) Girl, it's true
Uh, yeah (uh)
I don't do cap, I don't do cap
I don't do yap (yeah), I make it hap' (yeah)
I don't wan' rap (yeah), I just wan' tap
Bitch, make it clap, blapp-blapp-blapp-blapp
Work that ass back, back-back-back-back
And now that ass fat, it used to be flat
What happened to that? Then she made it blatt
She say, "How it feel?" I say, "It feel like facts"
Then she start twerkin' (yeah), this life a circus
You can ask Barnum, you can ask Bailey (whoa)
We don't need love, we just need favors
Put that on repeat and don't change the station (whoa)
Daddy ain't cheap, and mama ain't basic
And mama agree that daddy the greatest
And all I could see is ass-ass, ass-ass-ass, I'm in the matrix
This dick a tummy-acher (yeah), this dick a jumper cable (uh)
Girl, let my tongue invade you, then let that cum escape you (yeah)
Shake that money-maker, shake it lemon pepper
Like a salt shaker, give my high blood pressure, yeah (whoa)
Now shake your money-maker (shake that money-maker)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Now shake that money-maker (now shake that money-maker)
Don't let the money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake your money-maker)
(Shoutout to all the HBCUs out there)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake that money)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (don't let that money) (let's go, yeah)
You know, A&M, Alcorn, Jackson State (shake that money)
Grambling, know I'm sayin'?, Texas Southern
'Skegee, Morehouse, TSU, Fort Valley
Know I'm sayin'? We black
(What's up with y'all?)
(Yeah, we back, I'm back) Alabama State
FAMU
(Shit, you know) Clark Atlanta
(It feel good to be back) Uh
Ah shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Tony)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (let's go)
Yeah, ah shake that money-maker (money)
Don't let that money make ya (uh)
You know I come to date you, and I'll accommodate ya (accommodate)
I'll make you cum, I ate you, I know your home lately (lone)
I turn your curly hair into that bone, straighten it (bone)
I make you moan, baby (moan)
It feel right, don't it? I know I'm wrong, baby (wrong)
That pheromone fragrance, can't miss no car payments (no)
I kiss her earlobe, like, "What you doin' later?" (What you doin'?)
The broken alligator (yeah), them lames agitate her (ooh)
I'm talkin' natural beauty, no make-up applicator (no need)
She say I killed the pussy (kill it), I seen the affidavit
She blew my cap off (blew) like I had graduated (tell 'em)
The roof decapitated (yeah), the booth contaminated (damn)
Hey, check my face card, I bet it's laminated (true)
My jewelry carbonated, my yard a hundred acres (a hunnid)
I'd like to nominate you to roll my dice in Vegas
(Yeah) now shake your money-maker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that money-maker (uh)
Don't let that money make ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, shake your money-maker (yeah)
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your money-maker (Collegrove)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (Collegrove) (let's go)
(Yeah) You can have a piece of my love
(Collegrove) Ii's waiting for you
(Collegrove) Girl, it's true
Uh, yeah (uh)
I don't do cap, I don't do cap
I don't do yap (yeah), I make it hap' (yeah)
I don't wan' rap (yeah), I just wan' tap
Bitch, make it clap, blapp-blapp-blapp-blapp
Work that ass back, back-back-back-back
And now that ass fat, it used to be flat
What happened to that? Then she made it blatt
She say, "How it feel?" I say, "It feel like facts"
Then she start twerkin' (yeah), this life a circus
You can ask Barnum, you can ask Bailey (whoa)
We don't need love, we just need favors
Put that on repeat and don't change the station (whoa)
Daddy ain't cheap, and mama ain't basic
And mama agree that daddy the greatest
And all I could see is ass-ass, ass-ass-ass, I'm in the matrix
This dick a tummy-acher (yeah), this dick a jumper cable (uh)
Girl, let my tongue invade you, then let that cum escape you (yeah)
Shake that money-maker, shake it lemon pepper
Like a salt shaker, give my high blood pressure, yeah (whoa)
Now shake your money-maker (shake that money-maker)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Now shake that money-maker (now shake that money-maker)
Don't let the money make ya (don't let that money make ya)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake your money-maker)
(Shoutout to all the HBCUs out there)
Don't let that money make ya (don't let that money)
Oh, shake your money-maker (shake that money)
Don't let that money make ya, baby (don't let that money) (let's go, yeah)
You know, A&M, Alcorn, Jackson State (shake that money)
Grambling, know I'm sayin'?, Texas Southern
'Skegee, Morehouse, TSU, Fort Valley
Know I'm sayin'? We black
Writer: Aaron Hall, Dwayne Carter, Edward T Riley, Elvis Presley, Gene Griffin, Tauheed Epps, Timothy Gatling
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cant Go for That
Easy, ready, willin', overtime
Where does it stop? (Turn that light down for me)
Where do you dare me to draw the line?
You've got the body, now you want my soul
(Light that bond number nine on the counter)
Don't even think about it, say, no go, yeah
Yeah
We vibin' now
(Back and back forth and forth and back and back)
We're vibin' now (forth and back and back and forth)
(Forth and back and back and forth and forth)
Doin' such a good job, I pat myself on the back
Flight confirmation, I cash through the app
Ain't nobody robbin' me, I answer doors with a strap
Anywhere I go, I put the southside on the map
Shorty said she loved me, I said I loved me back (back)
Tried to cuss me out, I ain't goin' for that (peace)
Nigga said they want my plugs so they can order the packs
But I'm addicted to the trap, you never know I'll relapse, so
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do, nigga
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do, uh
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do
I can't go for that
Can't go for that (not me)
Can't go for that (can't go)
Can't go for that
I called your phone, you ain't answer yours
I ain't goin' for the bull like a matador
Text me, if I don't reply quick, you trip (trip)
I'm jefe, I'm highest on the list (list)
Kick it like judo, the numero uno
Yes, I'm the highness
My house so far back in the woods that can't nobody find us
My driveway so long that you can run out of gas
Keep askin' me for money, you need to get off your ass
I can't go for that, no (no)
(no can do) no can do, nigga
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do, uh
I can't go for that, no (ooh)
No can do
Nigga, I can't go for that
Can't go for that (not me)
Can't go for that (can't go)
Can't go for that
I beat the charge, then I bounce back (uh)
Dropped one-twenty-five and brought a ounce back
Got the cognac color on the inside (inside)
And the Forgiato's cuffin with the big tires (big tires)
When your friend come, make sure she keep quiet (shh)
Or the next time I see her I'll be senile (who?)
Look around like this must be a mix up (mix up)
I can't f*ck with ya if you're gonna switch up (yea)
I can't go for that, no (no)
(No can do) no can do, nigga
I can't go for that, no (no)
(I can't got for that)
No can do (uh)
I can't go for that, no (ooh)
No can do (no)
Nigga, I can't go for that
Can't go for that (not me)
Can't go for that (can't go)
(Ooh-ee) can't go for that
I can't go for that, no (no)
(I can't go for that)
No can do
Nigga, I can't go for that, no (I can't go for that)
(no can do) no can do, uh
I can't go for that, no (no)
(I can't go for that)
No can do
I can't go for that ( I can't go for that, ooh-ee)
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
Where does it stop? (Turn that light down for me)
Where do you dare me to draw the line?
You've got the body, now you want my soul
(Light that bond number nine on the counter)
Don't even think about it, say, no go, yeah
Yeah
We vibin' now
(Back and back forth and forth and back and back)
We're vibin' now (forth and back and back and forth)
(Forth and back and back and forth and forth)
Doin' such a good job, I pat myself on the back
Flight confirmation, I cash through the app
Ain't nobody robbin' me, I answer doors with a strap
Anywhere I go, I put the southside on the map
Shorty said she loved me, I said I loved me back (back)
Tried to cuss me out, I ain't goin' for that (peace)
Nigga said they want my plugs so they can order the packs
But I'm addicted to the trap, you never know I'll relapse, so
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do, nigga
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do, uh
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do
I can't go for that
Can't go for that (not me)
Can't go for that (can't go)
Can't go for that
I called your phone, you ain't answer yours
I ain't goin' for the bull like a matador
Text me, if I don't reply quick, you trip (trip)
I'm jefe, I'm highest on the list (list)
Kick it like judo, the numero uno
Yes, I'm the highness
My house so far back in the woods that can't nobody find us
My driveway so long that you can run out of gas
Keep askin' me for money, you need to get off your ass
I can't go for that, no (no)
(no can do) no can do, nigga
I can't go for that, no (no)
No can do, uh
I can't go for that, no (ooh)
No can do
Nigga, I can't go for that
Can't go for that (not me)
Can't go for that (can't go)
Can't go for that
I beat the charge, then I bounce back (uh)
Dropped one-twenty-five and brought a ounce back
Got the cognac color on the inside (inside)
And the Forgiato's cuffin with the big tires (big tires)
When your friend come, make sure she keep quiet (shh)
Or the next time I see her I'll be senile (who?)
Look around like this must be a mix up (mix up)
I can't f*ck with ya if you're gonna switch up (yea)
I can't go for that, no (no)
(No can do) no can do, nigga
I can't go for that, no (no)
(I can't got for that)
No can do (uh)
I can't go for that, no (ooh)
No can do (no)
Nigga, I can't go for that
Can't go for that (not me)
Can't go for that (can't go)
(Ooh-ee) can't go for that
I can't go for that, no (no)
(I can't go for that)
No can do
Nigga, I can't go for that, no (I can't go for that)
(no can do) no can do, uh
I can't go for that, no (no)
(I can't go for that)
No can do
I can't go for that ( I can't go for that, ooh-ee)
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
Can't go for that
Writer: Kevin Lloyd Kendrick, Larry Blackmon, Nathan David Leftenant, Tauheed Epps, Tomi Jenkins, Daryl Hall, Jimmy Stanford, John Oats, Tyrone Griffin Jr, Sara Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Feel a Way
(Okay)
(Alright)
A nigga never learned to say
I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)
God don't make no mistakes
God don't make no mistakes (uh, uh)
A nigga never learned to say
I be ballin' anyway (yeah, swish)
God don't make no mistakes
This life is give and take
Needed somethin' wavy to get my point across (yea)
I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss
Look up at the scoreboard, it'll tell you who took a loss
Aim it at your Adam's apple, turn it to apple sauce (sauce)
Yeah, cats done turned Peter street in the motor cross (skrt)
Last one with Def Jam but I'm still goin' off (I'm still goin' off)
And it ain't about my masters, I been ownin' mine
Had a white friend mad at me because I know Farrakhan (boom)
And you know this is a hit, Berry Bonds
And my shawty gonna ride me like a Peloton (ride)
Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield (shield)
Dunk contest jumped over a lamb and did a windmill (jump)
They ask me how I feel, I told them never better (better)
Smokin' on opp, I roll more L's than Pelle Pelle
I stay fly, yes, I'm fly, land on Mike Pence
I do some stupid shit, don't let them dog me like Mike V
A nigga never learned to say (yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (uh, all anyway)
God don't make no mistakes (respect it)
This life is give and take (uh, uh, Southside)
Don't let them make you feel a way
Could've freed more if they only knew that they were slaves (slaves)
Man, we gotta get away
Man, your boy done caught a way
You should hear the way I say (Southside)
Talk, talk, talk to them people
Man, y'all don't even know the language
Man, I ain't finna do no lame shit
This a yacht and that's a long way from a slave ship
How they control our mind? (mind)
How they control us though? (What?)
How they get us so (uh), so emotional
You think you Natt Turner
What you want the folks to know
(When Larry Jackson called
They let Frank Ocean go)
Middle name Mandela
Me and mama sold dope together
I can't hear you, Helen Keller
Since fifteen I've been a felon
A felon can vote, spread the message
Exhale acapella
I still throw my diamond up
Oh, you still reppin' Roc-A-Fella
Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up (what up Dame?)
Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up (what up Biggs?)
Wooh and I bet they feel a way
Thirteen thousand acres, I don't know where to stay (Southside)
A nigga never learned to say (yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (ball anyway)
God don't make no mistakes (respect it)
God don't make no mistakes (uh, uh)
A n- never learned to say (yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (uh, ball anyway)
God don't make no mistakes
This life is give and take (uh, uh)
(Southside)
(MWL Music)
(Alright)
A nigga never learned to say
I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)
God don't make no mistakes
God don't make no mistakes (uh, uh)
A nigga never learned to say
I be ballin' anyway (yeah, swish)
God don't make no mistakes
This life is give and take
Needed somethin' wavy to get my point across (yea)
I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss
Look up at the scoreboard, it'll tell you who took a loss
Aim it at your Adam's apple, turn it to apple sauce (sauce)
Yeah, cats done turned Peter street in the motor cross (skrt)
Last one with Def Jam but I'm still goin' off (I'm still goin' off)
And it ain't about my masters, I been ownin' mine
Had a white friend mad at me because I know Farrakhan (boom)
And you know this is a hit, Berry Bonds
And my shawty gonna ride me like a Peloton (ride)
Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield (shield)
Dunk contest jumped over a lamb and did a windmill (jump)
They ask me how I feel, I told them never better (better)
Smokin' on opp, I roll more L's than Pelle Pelle
I stay fly, yes, I'm fly, land on Mike Pence
I do some stupid shit, don't let them dog me like Mike V
A nigga never learned to say (yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (uh, all anyway)
God don't make no mistakes (respect it)
This life is give and take (uh, uh, Southside)
Don't let them make you feel a way
Could've freed more if they only knew that they were slaves (slaves)
Man, we gotta get away
Man, your boy done caught a way
You should hear the way I say (Southside)
Talk, talk, talk to them people
Man, y'all don't even know the language
Man, I ain't finna do no lame shit
This a yacht and that's a long way from a slave ship
How they control our mind? (mind)
How they control us though? (What?)
How they get us so (uh), so emotional
You think you Natt Turner
What you want the folks to know
(When Larry Jackson called
They let Frank Ocean go)
Middle name Mandela
Me and mama sold dope together
I can't hear you, Helen Keller
Since fifteen I've been a felon
A felon can vote, spread the message
Exhale acapella
I still throw my diamond up
Oh, you still reppin' Roc-A-Fella
Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up (what up Dame?)
Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up (what up Biggs?)
Wooh and I bet they feel a way
Thirteen thousand acres, I don't know where to stay (Southside)
A nigga never learned to say (yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (ball anyway)
God don't make no mistakes (respect it)
God don't make no mistakes (uh, uh)
A n- never learned to say (yeah, uh)
I be ballin' anyway (uh, ball anyway)
God don't make no mistakes
This life is give and take (uh, uh)
(Southside)
(MWL Music)
Writer: Allen Ritter, Anderson Hernandez, Christopher Wood, Kanye West, Kevin Gomringer, Matthew Samuels, Michael Dean, Sean Sotymar, Tauheed Epps, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Quarantine Thick
Okay, my day was amazing
Her booty shots grazed me
She say all the gyms closed
So she been feelin' lazy
She been late night snackin'
But shawty still my baby
Several watches later, I still rock a Rollie (rock a Rollie)
I'm prayin' for the dead, I'm praying for my homies (rest in peace)
I sleep by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man" (lucky man)
How you gon' forget you spent a hundred grand? (spend that shit)
Life must be good, it must be great as f*ck (great as f*ck)
I'm from where a nut'll cost you eighty bucks (southside)
Mask on in the club, I make 'em rake it up (rake it up)
He came outside, he thought mosquitos ate 'em up (brrt, brrt)
This is for A-Town, make 'em take a bow (take a bow)
Can't f*ck with you, bitch, you used to date a clown (date a clown)
Yeah, I want my cake and want to eat it too (spend it too)
I get what you get just for a interlude (a interview)
I might cop a yacht just to post a pic (cop it champ)
Sleepers spin yo block till he get motion sick
Nigga cocaine with my co-defendant
I had that pussy pissin' once I hit that kitty (yeah, yeah, uh)
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick (thick, thick)
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick
She been quarantining, lil' shawty hips wider (wider)
Got my right hand on the Draco like a bible
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast (shake it fast)
No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge yo past (f*ck the past)
I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast (skrrt, skrrt)
It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash
Quarantine thick, he tryna give me lypo (ooh)
Pussy, holy water put that on the bible
I might hit yo nigga and run, bitch you gon' need GEICO
Rap bitch, but when he hit it, I might hit that high note
Klayco raised me, f*ck that Klayco made me
Bitch, you ain't gon' shoot shit if you ride wit' it on safety
Got yo favorite rapper in my DM, tryna taste me (on God)
But I got my own bands, so shit like that don't phase me (straight up)
Big Latto ain't going for none of that, no panties on with that sundress
Put that pussy right where that tongue at, aye, nigga love dat
Big Birkin bag, hoe, me and my nigga gat
Stop callin' my phone askin' where you're nigga at
Sonning these bitches, no Similac
Bitches ain't seeing me, cataracts
Gotta get the back end 'fore walk in
In the black truck countin' racks
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick (thick, thick)
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick
She been quarantining, lil' shawty hips wider (wider)
Got my right hand on the Draco like a bible
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast (shake it fast)
No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge yo past (f*ck the past)
I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast (skrrt, skrrt)
It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash
Her booty shots grazed me
She say all the gyms closed
So she been feelin' lazy
She been late night snackin'
But shawty still my baby
Several watches later, I still rock a Rollie (rock a Rollie)
I'm prayin' for the dead, I'm praying for my homies (rest in peace)
I sleep by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man" (lucky man)
How you gon' forget you spent a hundred grand? (spend that shit)
Life must be good, it must be great as f*ck (great as f*ck)
I'm from where a nut'll cost you eighty bucks (southside)
Mask on in the club, I make 'em rake it up (rake it up)
He came outside, he thought mosquitos ate 'em up (brrt, brrt)
This is for A-Town, make 'em take a bow (take a bow)
Can't f*ck with you, bitch, you used to date a clown (date a clown)
Yeah, I want my cake and want to eat it too (spend it too)
I get what you get just for a interlude (a interview)
I might cop a yacht just to post a pic (cop it champ)
Sleepers spin yo block till he get motion sick
Nigga cocaine with my co-defendant
I had that pussy pissin' once I hit that kitty (yeah, yeah, uh)
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick (thick, thick)
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick
She been quarantining, lil' shawty hips wider (wider)
Got my right hand on the Draco like a bible
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast (shake it fast)
No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge yo past (f*ck the past)
I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast (skrrt, skrrt)
It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash
Quarantine thick, he tryna give me lypo (ooh)
Pussy, holy water put that on the bible
I might hit yo nigga and run, bitch you gon' need GEICO
Rap bitch, but when he hit it, I might hit that high note
Klayco raised me, f*ck that Klayco made me
Bitch, you ain't gon' shoot shit if you ride wit' it on safety
Got yo favorite rapper in my DM, tryna taste me (on God)
But I got my own bands, so shit like that don't phase me (straight up)
Big Latto ain't going for none of that, no panties on with that sundress
Put that pussy right where that tongue at, aye, nigga love dat
Big Birkin bag, hoe, me and my nigga gat
Stop callin' my phone askin' where you're nigga at
Sonning these bitches, no Similac
Bitches ain't seeing me, cataracts
Gotta get the back end 'fore walk in
In the black truck countin' racks
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick (thick, thick)
She been quarantining, lil' shawty thick
She been quarantining, lil' shawty hips wider (wider)
Got my right hand on the Draco like a bible
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast (shake it fast)
No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge yo past (f*ck the past)
I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast (skrrt, skrrt)
It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash
Writer: Alyssa Stephens, Malita Rice, Milan Modi, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ziploc
(Respect it)
(Mondo On the beat)
Tone
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Ridin' with my dogs, that's a pit stop (pit stop)
Drop some chicken off, that's a win' stop (wing stop)
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah
Got the draco in the headlock, tryna dodge a cell block
Nigga full of bedrock (bedrock)
Got the whole look off the catwalk
Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (asphalt)
Shorty you so fine, hard to look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, woulda robbed you with the mask off (mask off)
Told my young niggas don't crash out (crash out)
Never let him know where the stash house (stash house)
Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror
With the racks out, make his scale tap out (tap out)
Turkey bag on top of turkey bag (turkey bag)
Digit scale on top of digit scale (digit scale)
Glock 40 on Glock 40
All while I had a record deal (yeah)
Why the niggas stay in Riverdale (trouble)
Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (damn)
Try to charge Nev off with a body
Somebody OD'd on Fentanyl
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock (oh)
Shakin' back off a juice fast
Gorilla died, went vegan
Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast
Killer flyin' down seekin'
Fifteen spread, two or three bad l
Ten grams tryna jump even
Cooked them in Sprite, vanilla extract, still taste
We ain't been speakin' plug
I'm really one of them
The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him
Your family put up for collateral
You go to ridin' the passenger, punish him
Eight million dollars for a metric ton load
Thirty-three M's when you get the club gone
Boat hit the dock, it was already sold
Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (bye-bye)
If I get arrested my bail paid
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back of the car
But I'm thuggin', I know how to sell weight
Quiet now I'm cut, I'm controllin' the gutter
Bitch, I'm from the slum where they sell age
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Let me tell y'all some
Buddy a nigga right, buddy a nigga really cap
I'll run through the God damn apartment
Bend the block down to my stupid head
No fifteens in the muhf*cka for that ese
Said I'm gon' fold
Nigga I ain't
Niggas talkin' 'bout, "Who the f*ck that is?
Boy that nigga ain't gettin' money"
I said, "Boy, f*ck you boy
I been gettin' money, hell is you doin' boy?"
You the lame ass f*ck, nigga every been talkin' about
Swear you were gettin' money, you are not gettin' money
Yeah, I know your sister
She always callin' me talkin' 'bout some
"He swear he get money, he really not gettin' no money like the"
Yeah, yeah, and if I, hey I rea, really told you the truth
Yeah, yeah I been, here now
(Mondo On the beat)
Tone
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Ridin' with my dogs, that's a pit stop (pit stop)
Drop some chicken off, that's a win' stop (wing stop)
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah
Got the draco in the headlock, tryna dodge a cell block
Nigga full of bedrock (bedrock)
Got the whole look off the catwalk
Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (asphalt)
Shorty you so fine, hard to look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, woulda robbed you with the mask off (mask off)
Told my young niggas don't crash out (crash out)
Never let him know where the stash house (stash house)
Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror
With the racks out, make his scale tap out (tap out)
Turkey bag on top of turkey bag (turkey bag)
Digit scale on top of digit scale (digit scale)
Glock 40 on Glock 40
All while I had a record deal (yeah)
Why the niggas stay in Riverdale (trouble)
Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (damn)
Try to charge Nev off with a body
Somebody OD'd on Fentanyl
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock (oh)
Shakin' back off a juice fast
Gorilla died, went vegan
Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast
Killer flyin' down seekin'
Fifteen spread, two or three bad l
Ten grams tryna jump even
Cooked them in Sprite, vanilla extract, still taste
We ain't been speakin' plug
I'm really one of them
The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him
Your family put up for collateral
You go to ridin' the passenger, punish him
Eight million dollars for a metric ton load
Thirty-three M's when you get the club gone
Boat hit the dock, it was already sold
Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (bye-bye)
If I get arrested my bail paid
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back of the car
But I'm thuggin', I know how to sell weight
Quiet now I'm cut, I'm controllin' the gutter
Bitch, I'm from the slum where they sell age
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)
Graduated, I could make a brick lock
Let me tell y'all some
Buddy a nigga right, buddy a nigga really cap
I'll run through the God damn apartment
Bend the block down to my stupid head
No fifteens in the muhf*cka for that ese
Said I'm gon' fold
Nigga I ain't
Niggas talkin' 'bout, "Who the f*ck that is?
Boy that nigga ain't gettin' money"
I said, "Boy, f*ck you boy
I been gettin' money, hell is you doin' boy?"
You the lame ass f*ck, nigga every been talkin' about
Swear you were gettin' money, you are not gettin' money
Yeah, I know your sister
She always callin' me talkin' 'bout some
"He swear he get money, he really not gettin' no money like the"
Yeah, yeah, and if I, hey I rea, really told you the truth
Yeah, yeah I been, here now
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Kevin Jerome Gilyard, Derrick Miller, Armond Kendrick, Addison Graham Keen Rineer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Free Lighter
(Hold up)
(uh, hold up)
(Toni)
F*ckin' with me, that's a bad move
You seven-six-two for shampoo
Cartier frame that bamboo
Still doin' shit that you can't do (uh)
No GMO, no canned foods (uh)
Like a pretty girl with tattoos (uh)
Walked in the club make a typhoon (uh)
Put 'em on a plate lookin' like food (uh)
I'ma disrespect my rival (uh)
I'ma disrespect my rival (uh)
Nigga, don't call me killa for nothin'
Better respect that title (fire)
Nigga, better check they vital
Hit 'em with a hand held rifle (yea)
Right now I'm on that dad shit
'Cause I'm at my daughter recital (cool)
I, I can't see my idol
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (yeah)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Hi, my name almighty (almighty)
Told me 'bout her body (body)
Bitch better ask God almighty (almighty)
Nigga get a check, no Nike (check)
My neck and my wrist so party
My neck and my wrist all icy (bling)
Chicago, the police ikey (ikey)
Nigga ain't street, he ikey
My wrist says so, she like me
I smell so official, no Pisces
We ain't playin' fair, no toxic (nah)
The shots they come for fightin'
Bitch, you a rat you micey (bitch)
Beat a nigga ass like Mikey (uh)
Tell Dej Loaf come try me (ay, ay, uh)
New dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Married to the money throw the rice up (rice up)
Pocket full of dead presidents (presidents)
I tell her go wake up Michael (Michael)
Lil biddy boy, get a tricycle (tricycle)
Me and gang prolly took a bicycle
Walk around LA like a icicle
You ain't had an issue we ridin' through
I can't see my idol
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (yeah)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with a lighter
Dope came with a lighter
Brought some, we came some gravel (what?)
Big house came with a bible (what?)
Lambo came with a Tahoe (yeah)
Double-sided broad, a diablo
We got cheese, lettuce, and shells (ay)
Nigga better duck his taco
I just spent one fifty like Messi (whoa)
Tote that fifty like Mali (whoa)
No, I can't make it hot though
I was on the phone with Kyro (yea)
That lil bitch, she a thot tho (yea)
That lil bitch, she a block hoe (whoa)
Every time she call my phone, yeah she on block bro (yea)
Talk to the plug it ain't Paco
The parkin' lot swoll man, I swear that's a lotto (lotto)
Ice chip dip, no nacho (dip)
Lookin' like a nigga won the lotto (whoa)
Ya bitch came home doin' the eye rolls (yea)
She only came home 'cause vamos (yea)
Standin' on my money, I'm taller than 2 Chainz
Three hundred thousand, I spent that on two rin's (oh)
I f*cked your bitch in a old body Mulsanne
I can't see my idol
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (yeah)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter
(uh, hold up)
(Toni)
F*ckin' with me, that's a bad move
You seven-six-two for shampoo
Cartier frame that bamboo
Still doin' shit that you can't do (uh)
No GMO, no canned foods (uh)
Like a pretty girl with tattoos (uh)
Walked in the club make a typhoon (uh)
Put 'em on a plate lookin' like food (uh)
I'ma disrespect my rival (uh)
I'ma disrespect my rival (uh)
Nigga, don't call me killa for nothin'
Better respect that title (fire)
Nigga, better check they vital
Hit 'em with a hand held rifle (yea)
Right now I'm on that dad shit
'Cause I'm at my daughter recital (cool)
I, I can't see my idol
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (yeah)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Hi, my name almighty (almighty)
Told me 'bout her body (body)
Bitch better ask God almighty (almighty)
Nigga get a check, no Nike (check)
My neck and my wrist so party
My neck and my wrist all icy (bling)
Chicago, the police ikey (ikey)
Nigga ain't street, he ikey
My wrist says so, she like me
I smell so official, no Pisces
We ain't playin' fair, no toxic (nah)
The shots they come for fightin'
Bitch, you a rat you micey (bitch)
Beat a nigga ass like Mikey (uh)
Tell Dej Loaf come try me (ay, ay, uh)
New dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Married to the money throw the rice up (rice up)
Pocket full of dead presidents (presidents)
I tell her go wake up Michael (Michael)
Lil biddy boy, get a tricycle (tricycle)
Me and gang prolly took a bicycle
Walk around LA like a icicle
You ain't had an issue we ridin' through
I can't see my idol
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (yeah)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with a lighter
Dope came with a lighter
Brought some, we came some gravel (what?)
Big house came with a bible (what?)
Lambo came with a Tahoe (yeah)
Double-sided broad, a diablo
We got cheese, lettuce, and shells (ay)
Nigga better duck his taco
I just spent one fifty like Messi (whoa)
Tote that fifty like Mali (whoa)
No, I can't make it hot though
I was on the phone with Kyro (yea)
That lil bitch, she a thot tho (yea)
That lil bitch, she a block hoe (whoa)
Every time she call my phone, yeah she on block bro (yea)
Talk to the plug it ain't Paco
The parkin' lot swoll man, I swear that's a lotto (lotto)
Ice chip dip, no nacho (dip)
Lookin' like a nigga won the lotto (whoa)
Ya bitch came home doin' the eye rolls (yea)
She only came home 'cause vamos (yea)
Standin' on my money, I'm taller than 2 Chainz
Three hundred thousand, I spent that on two rin's (oh)
I f*cked your bitch in a old body Mulsanne
I can't see my idol
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (lighter)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter (yeah)
Dope came with' a lighter
Dope came with' a lighter
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Symere Woods, Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Toni
(Toni)
Got a million dollars in my memory bank
I can get some money, I don't even think
Hah, God dang, boy, you ill
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you real (real)
Damn bitch, you raw (raw)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you get it (get it)
Damn bitch, you got it (got it)
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you ballin'
Damn, damn bitch, you ballin' (ballin')
Damn tits, you ballin'
Damn, damn tits, you ballin' (ball, ballin')
Damn bitch, you get it, uh
Damn tits, you flipped it (flipped it)
Damn bitch, you spend it
You can take it with ya
Toni like to drink
Toni like to smoke
Toni like to wear a diamond chain inside his coat
Toni go the stove with the Pyrex and the food (skrrt)
Toni like to mister arm and hammer with the cold
Toni never care
Toni like the pad
Niggas just to pull up on you set and bust yo head
Toni used to buy the Lean by the f*cking beg
Toni used to use a triple beam like a fridge (uh)
You don't eat, you don't sleep, that's what Toni said (hah)
Toni said before he buy it, he gon' have to wear it (what)
Toni 'bout to turn you into prey and bow his head (what)
Toni gotta own it, Toni take it to the head
Damn bitch, you ill, uh (ill)
Damn bitch, you real (real)
Damn bitch, you raw (raw)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you get it (get it)
Damn bitch, you got it (got it)
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you ballin'
Damn, damn bitch, you ballin' (ballin')
Damn tits, you ballin'
Damn, damn tits, you ballin' (ball, ballin')
Damn bitch, you get it, uh
Damn tits, you flipped it (flipped it)
Damn bitch, you spend it
You can take it with ya
Toni motivate
Toni know they hate it (hate it)
Toni put the deuces on a foreign, roller skate
Toni use the same stove for the turkey bacon (alright)
Toni seen the same hoes out there booty shakin' (shakin')
Toni got connects
Toni rock Pateks
Gucci know if Toni don't get it first then its a threat
Toni know he raw
Toni at they neck
Toni goin' hard
Toni mama name Jannette (mama)
Toni from the block
Toni got respect (respect)
Toni staring at her, I think Toni want that bitch
Toni from the apartment, the shadow of the bricks
Toni got his girl a double deuce, he got a stick (ya)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you real (real)
Damn bitch, you raw (raw)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you get it (get it)
Damn bitch, you got it (got it)
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you ballin'
Damn, damn bitch, you ballin' (ballin')
Damn tits, you ballin'
Damn, damn tits, you ballin' (ball, ballin')
Damn bitch, you get it, uh
Damn tits, you flipped it (flipped it)
Damn bitch, you spend it
You can take it with ya
Got a million dollars in my memory bank
I can get some money, I don't even think
Hah, God dang, boy, you ill
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you real (real)
Damn bitch, you raw (raw)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you get it (get it)
Damn bitch, you got it (got it)
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you ballin'
Damn, damn bitch, you ballin' (ballin')
Damn tits, you ballin'
Damn, damn tits, you ballin' (ball, ballin')
Damn bitch, you get it, uh
Damn tits, you flipped it (flipped it)
Damn bitch, you spend it
You can take it with ya
Toni like to drink
Toni like to smoke
Toni like to wear a diamond chain inside his coat
Toni go the stove with the Pyrex and the food (skrrt)
Toni like to mister arm and hammer with the cold
Toni never care
Toni like the pad
Niggas just to pull up on you set and bust yo head
Toni used to buy the Lean by the f*cking beg
Toni used to use a triple beam like a fridge (uh)
You don't eat, you don't sleep, that's what Toni said (hah)
Toni said before he buy it, he gon' have to wear it (what)
Toni 'bout to turn you into prey and bow his head (what)
Toni gotta own it, Toni take it to the head
Damn bitch, you ill, uh (ill)
Damn bitch, you real (real)
Damn bitch, you raw (raw)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you get it (get it)
Damn bitch, you got it (got it)
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you ballin'
Damn, damn bitch, you ballin' (ballin')
Damn tits, you ballin'
Damn, damn tits, you ballin' (ball, ballin')
Damn bitch, you get it, uh
Damn tits, you flipped it (flipped it)
Damn bitch, you spend it
You can take it with ya
Toni motivate
Toni know they hate it (hate it)
Toni put the deuces on a foreign, roller skate
Toni use the same stove for the turkey bacon (alright)
Toni seen the same hoes out there booty shakin' (shakin')
Toni got connects
Toni rock Pateks
Gucci know if Toni don't get it first then its a threat
Toni know he raw
Toni at they neck
Toni goin' hard
Toni mama name Jannette (mama)
Toni from the block
Toni got respect (respect)
Toni staring at her, I think Toni want that bitch
Toni from the apartment, the shadow of the bricks
Toni got his girl a double deuce, he got a stick (ya)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you real (real)
Damn bitch, you raw (raw)
Damn bitch, you ill, uh
Damn bitch, you get it (get it)
Damn bitch, you got it (got it)
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you rockin' (rockin')
Damn bitch, you ballin'
Damn, damn bitch, you ballin' (ballin')
Damn tits, you ballin'
Damn, damn tits, you ballin' (ball, ballin')
Damn bitch, you get it, uh
Damn tits, you flipped it (flipped it)
Damn bitch, you spend it
You can take it with ya
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Barry White, Bernard Freeman, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Chad Butler, Lavell Crump, Wesley Weston
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Southside Hov
Feel the high that you get from the lye
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
L in the sky
I'm from the southside, where it's lukewarm
When niggas set you up for robbery and help you look for 'em (L in the sky)
I've been a steppa, I walk around with my own shoehorn
This type of flow, I give the opposition goosebumps (L in the sky)
I saw my dad die and told that nigga wake up
My mama woke me up and asked me for a wake up (your L in the sky)
You playin' checkers I play chess like an eight cup
I sold pounds, I ain't ever have a pay stub, uh (L in the sky)
I'm from the gutter, diamonds studded, I am too for real
Name another rapper that got a Versace shoe deal (L in the sky)
The turkey bags next to the digit scales
I act a donkey, they just don't know where to pin the tail (L in the sky)
I'm sick for real, ever since Enfamil
Tiffany colored blicker shields the size of zinfandels (your L in the sky)
Got Riverdale in my fin'ernails (feel the high that you get from the lye)
I got the shoe from Miguel, I know it fit me well, uh (L in the sky)
Lentil soup, I'm on my health kick
I'm about to sell 'Most Expensivest' to Netflix (L in the sky)
I put slappin' pussy niggas on my checklist
I think they, think I'm soft ever since I had kids (L in the sky)
It take me everythin' not to throw it all away
You did some stupid shit and left your chick with all the babies
(Feel with your L in the sky)
And when I call just to ask her if she need somethin'
She said, "Yeah, me and my friend want a threesome" (L in the sky)
So help me God (give up, if you feel the way we L in the sky)
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Don't talk behind his back, they won't believe you (baby, L in the sky)
Whether it's legal or illegal (with you L in the sky)
Whether you valet or a boss, we born equal (L in the sky)
You know the root of all evil
They say it's money, but money help people (L in the sky)
(If, if, if, if, if, if, you feel the way we L in the sky)
(Feel the high that you get from the lye)
(If, you feel the way we L in the sky)
Say it's money, but money help people (feel the way we L in the sky)
They say it's money, but money help people (L in the sky)
(Give, Give, give, give, give)
(Feel the way we L in the sky)
(Give, Give, give, give, give)
If you feel it raise your L in the sky
L in the sky
I'm from the southside, where it's lukewarm
When niggas set you up for robbery and help you look for 'em (L in the sky)
I've been a steppa, I walk around with my own shoehorn
This type of flow, I give the opposition goosebumps (L in the sky)
I saw my dad die and told that nigga wake up
My mama woke me up and asked me for a wake up (your L in the sky)
You playin' checkers I play chess like an eight cup
I sold pounds, I ain't ever have a pay stub, uh (L in the sky)
I'm from the gutter, diamonds studded, I am too for real
Name another rapper that got a Versace shoe deal (L in the sky)
The turkey bags next to the digit scales
I act a donkey, they just don't know where to pin the tail (L in the sky)
I'm sick for real, ever since Enfamil
Tiffany colored blicker shields the size of zinfandels (your L in the sky)
Got Riverdale in my fin'ernails (feel the high that you get from the lye)
I got the shoe from Miguel, I know it fit me well, uh (L in the sky)
Lentil soup, I'm on my health kick
I'm about to sell 'Most Expensivest' to Netflix (L in the sky)
I put slappin' pussy niggas on my checklist
I think they, think I'm soft ever since I had kids (L in the sky)
It take me everythin' not to throw it all away
You did some stupid shit and left your chick with all the babies
(Feel with your L in the sky)
And when I call just to ask her if she need somethin'
She said, "Yeah, me and my friend want a threesome" (L in the sky)
So help me God (give up, if you feel the way we L in the sky)
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Don't talk behind his back, they won't believe you (baby, L in the sky)
Whether it's legal or illegal (with you L in the sky)
Whether you valet or a boss, we born equal (L in the sky)
You know the root of all evil
They say it's money, but money help people (L in the sky)
(If, if, if, if, if, if, you feel the way we L in the sky)
(Feel the high that you get from the lye)
(If, you feel the way we L in the sky)
Say it's money, but money help people (feel the way we L in the sky)
They say it's money, but money help people (L in the sky)
(Give, Give, give, give, give)
(Feel the way we L in the sky)
(Give, Give, give, give, give)
Writer: David Anthony Willis, Shawn C. Carter, Tauheed Epps, Nicholas Warwar
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Vampire
(But do you promise to tell the truth and nothing but the truth)
(So help me god)
(Ooh-ooh, this is)
(Will, you f*ckin wit it? Hell yea, Alright)
(Yeah ooh-ooh)
(Slick, you f*ckin wit it? You my bae, alright)
(I see your note, ah, ah, ah)
Blicky on the seat, my dog, rest in peace (my dog, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' cause a death or felony (death or felony)
The babies out here banging B's or they throwing C's
Bleach can't even get the stains up out the streets
Smiling on the outside, but inside bleeding (uh)
Hemorrhaging, they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)
How you wanna go and kill yo partner? You ain't got no beef
Been sitting at the table even when I had no seat (uh)
If your lights and water never been cut off, don't judge me
If it ain't no real love, please don't try to hug me
Place no one above me (me), underground like Bun B (yo)
I can tell you just gettin' money, your first baby mama was ugly (true)
Yes, I'm blessed and I lucky (lucky), got a load on bunky (bunky)
She sucked me up on her monthly, I hope my past don't haunt me (uh)
I'm covered in the blood, that's my armor (armor)
If you have done what I did, you wouldn't believe in karma
I should be ashamed from what I said to my mama
Paranoid at night, pistol on me like pajamas
Blicky on the seat, my dog, rest in peace (my dog, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' cause a death or felony (death or felony)
The babies out here banging B's or they throwing C's
Bleach, can't even get the stains up out the streets
Smiling on the outside, but inside bleeding (uh)
Hemorrhaging, they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire up all night like fangs on my teeth
You think something sweet, Insulin
Save money talk, I hope you a great listener (listener)
Pull the partition up, this a private convo (uh)
Clap on him, block spin, again for an encore (bap)
New one on revenge mode, blood on his front porch
Oh, you gonna play it like that, they must want war
Striking through the city on the Vicodins and Henny
Anything that feel numb far as love, don't want any
Like a penny with' a hole in it, then I put my soul in it
First I pop the trunk then I put some bows in it
Rest in peace Richie, know ya pop heart broken (broken)
Never get a chance to hear another word spoken (spoken)
Getting cancer and being there, another way of coping (damn)
Certain circumstances make you care less about voting (what?)
When company come through I leave the stick out in the open (stick)
I ain't playing 'bout this shit it be the one that's the closest (yeah)
Blicky on the seat, my dog, rest in peace (my dog, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' cause a death or felony (death or felony)
The babies out here banging B' or they throwing C's
Bleach can't even get the stains up out the streets
Smiling on the outside, but inside bleeding
Hemorrhaging, they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)
(Yeah, mmm)
(ooh-ooh-ooh
(Yeah, mmm)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(So help me god)
(Ooh-ooh, this is)
(Will, you f*ckin wit it? Hell yea, Alright)
(Yeah ooh-ooh)
(Slick, you f*ckin wit it? You my bae, alright)
(I see your note, ah, ah, ah)
Blicky on the seat, my dog, rest in peace (my dog, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' cause a death or felony (death or felony)
The babies out here banging B's or they throwing C's
Bleach can't even get the stains up out the streets
Smiling on the outside, but inside bleeding (uh)
Hemorrhaging, they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)
How you wanna go and kill yo partner? You ain't got no beef
Been sitting at the table even when I had no seat (uh)
If your lights and water never been cut off, don't judge me
If it ain't no real love, please don't try to hug me
Place no one above me (me), underground like Bun B (yo)
I can tell you just gettin' money, your first baby mama was ugly (true)
Yes, I'm blessed and I lucky (lucky), got a load on bunky (bunky)
She sucked me up on her monthly, I hope my past don't haunt me (uh)
I'm covered in the blood, that's my armor (armor)
If you have done what I did, you wouldn't believe in karma
I should be ashamed from what I said to my mama
Paranoid at night, pistol on me like pajamas
Blicky on the seat, my dog, rest in peace (my dog, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' cause a death or felony (death or felony)
The babies out here banging B's or they throwing C's
Bleach, can't even get the stains up out the streets
Smiling on the outside, but inside bleeding (uh)
Hemorrhaging, they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire up all night like fangs on my teeth
You think something sweet, Insulin
Save money talk, I hope you a great listener (listener)
Pull the partition up, this a private convo (uh)
Clap on him, block spin, again for an encore (bap)
New one on revenge mode, blood on his front porch
Oh, you gonna play it like that, they must want war
Striking through the city on the Vicodins and Henny
Anything that feel numb far as love, don't want any
Like a penny with' a hole in it, then I put my soul in it
First I pop the trunk then I put some bows in it
Rest in peace Richie, know ya pop heart broken (broken)
Never get a chance to hear another word spoken (spoken)
Getting cancer and being there, another way of coping (damn)
Certain circumstances make you care less about voting (what?)
When company come through I leave the stick out in the open (stick)
I ain't playing 'bout this shit it be the one that's the closest (yeah)
Blicky on the seat, my dog, rest in peace (my dog, rest in peace)
It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (like I don't ever sleep)
Jealousy gon' cause a death or felony (death or felony)
The babies out here banging B' or they throwing C's
Bleach can't even get the stains up out the streets
Smiling on the outside, but inside bleeding
Hemorrhaging, they just tryna drain my energy
Vampire up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)
(Yeah, mmm)
(ooh-ooh-ooh
(Yeah, mmm)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Andre Lyon, Joshua Ard, Marcello Valenzano
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
YRB
God is the greatest but I'm hearin' Illuminati doing favors (yes)
2 Chains, six watches (pika pika)
Hundred million two pockets, whoa, double M
Ricky Renzel aka Lemon Pepper
Been the biggest, still the biggest (biggest)
Aka up in your baby mama, nigga
(Toni)
Beat up and battled the block (yea)
Came from not having a lot (uh)
Want my American pie (pie)
Rich black arrogant guy (guy)
Burn you, don't play with the fire (fire)
Know you get buried alive
Can't walk a day in these shoes
These don't come in your size (ya)
You hot? Apparently not
Woke up wearin' a watch
Two Cuban links, trappin' like cheaters got various spots
From weed to powder, powder to rock
Been havin' mask and gloves in my car (car)
I take a shroom and stare at a star (woo)
Shit, I own this mother f*cker, I'll stand on the bar
You always postin' cars and never post your home décor
Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door (yea)
I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water
Got cribs in Cali and Florida (yea)
I love her so I support her
I got a scale and a Ziploc, may I take your order? (Alright)
The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter (skrrt)
Before the pandemic, still would've fought with Corona
Lord, that paper callin' I reply
Spread that money like the disease, uh
Why? My wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, I
I end on my beat I, I'm
Young, rich and black (bitch, uh)
Young, rich and black (uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black
I'm livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't matter what amount's in your account
Being rich, without the grace of God's blessing
Money don't mean shit
My work the best on planet earth so I never abuse it
Can't drink smoke or sniff it
Got to listen to use it
Shit so fire, I get a million people high when I move it
And when the cosmos collapse I'll still have passion for music
Young rich black (M-M-Maybach Music)
Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who really winnin'
Why you tell us what you spendin'? Forty carats on my finger
Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer
I could count a million cash, at three mill my hands'll tingle (boss)
Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno (boss)
Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle
Trappin' out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a C note
Autograph my jersey, on Thursday's the hoes get peed on
Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she fertile
She just a surrogate, I told her name my son the BERTO
When you on the money team, you gotta hit 'em where you hurt 'em
Offers for my catalog, I guess its just the way I word 'em
Sentoia Brown back, I pray she livin' with a purpose
Contactin' Hermes overnight I had some Birkins
Playin' Polo out in Soho go for dolo on these verses
In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one, then I pull the curtains
Lord, that paper callin' and I reply
Spread that money like disease, uh
Why my wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, uh (M-M-Maybach Music)
I end on my beat I, I'm
Young, rich and black bitch, uh
Young, rich and black (uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black
2 Chains, six watches (pika pika)
Hundred million two pockets, whoa, double M
Ricky Renzel aka Lemon Pepper
Been the biggest, still the biggest (biggest)
Aka up in your baby mama, nigga
(Toni)
Beat up and battled the block (yea)
Came from not having a lot (uh)
Want my American pie (pie)
Rich black arrogant guy (guy)
Burn you, don't play with the fire (fire)
Know you get buried alive
Can't walk a day in these shoes
These don't come in your size (ya)
You hot? Apparently not
Woke up wearin' a watch
Two Cuban links, trappin' like cheaters got various spots
From weed to powder, powder to rock
Been havin' mask and gloves in my car (car)
I take a shroom and stare at a star (woo)
Shit, I own this mother f*cker, I'll stand on the bar
You always postin' cars and never post your home décor
Versace robe to the floor, the dead boat on the door (yea)
I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water
Got cribs in Cali and Florida (yea)
I love her so I support her
I got a scale and a Ziploc, may I take your order? (Alright)
The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter (skrrt)
Before the pandemic, still would've fought with Corona
Lord, that paper callin' I reply
Spread that money like the disease, uh
Why? My wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, I
I end on my beat I, I'm
Young, rich and black (bitch, uh)
Young, rich and black (uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black
I'm livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't matter what amount's in your account
Being rich, without the grace of God's blessing
Money don't mean shit
My work the best on planet earth so I never abuse it
Can't drink smoke or sniff it
Got to listen to use it
Shit so fire, I get a million people high when I move it
And when the cosmos collapse I'll still have passion for music
Young rich black (M-M-Maybach Music)
Twin phantoms in the city, niggas know who really winnin'
Why you tell us what you spendin'? Forty carats on my finger
Where I live at money linger, time to get another Beamer
I could count a million cash, at three mill my hands'll tingle (boss)
Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno (boss)
Candy out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beetle
Trappin' out of Tampa, Tom Brady face on a C note
Autograph my jersey, on Thursday's the hoes get peed on
Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she fertile
She just a surrogate, I told her name my son the BERTO
When you on the money team, you gotta hit 'em where you hurt 'em
Offers for my catalog, I guess its just the way I word 'em
Sentoia Brown back, I pray she livin' with a purpose
Contactin' Hermes overnight I had some Birkins
Playin' Polo out in Soho go for dolo on these verses
In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one, then I pull the curtains
Lord, that paper callin' and I reply
Spread that money like disease, uh
Why my wrist cost a hundred G's, uh, uh (M-M-Maybach Music)
I end on my beat I, I'm
Young, rich and black bitch, uh
Young, rich and black (uh, uh)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black (mm)
Young, rich and black
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Kazarion Fowler, William Leonard Roberts III, Papa Abdou Fall
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Wait for You to Die
(Well, it's early in the morn, in the morning)
(Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama)
(Well, it's early in the morn, early morning)
(Baby, when I rise, well)
(Well, it's early in the morn, in the morning)
(Oh baby, when I rise, Lordy baby)
(You have, it's I have misery, Berta)
Yeah
(Wa, in my right side)
(So help me god)
Alright
(Well, in a my right side, Lordy baby)
(In my right side, Lordy, sugar)
(Well, it's I have a misery, Berta)
(In my right side, well)
(Well, it's-a, Lordy)
(Lordy-berta) uh
(Well, it's Lord, Lordy Berta) uh
(Well, it's Lord, Lordy Rosa) yeah
(Well, it's, Lord, gal) yeah
Before all these people lost jobs
Kari couldn't find one
He ain't really ask me for nothin'
It's time rob somethin' (it's time)
People more in tune with their senses than the Bible
'Round here you sold dope or pussy
It's called survival (true)
Middle finger to pigs, 12, feds, and 5-0
Niggas call you when they want somethin'
Just like a side hoe
My mind blown, when I was down niggas was blindfold
Grind mode, still sellin' bags when I was signed though
That's a sign though, I'm a rhyme more, I'm in Cabo (Cabo)
Mike Amiri, Dior like I'm Pop Smoke
On the top floor, listen carefully, this the top floor (top)
I been poppin' over people head like July Fourth (pop it)
Partner died, I didn't cry, guess my tears is dried up
When I was winnin', you wasn't clappin' for me, your hands was tied up (tied)
And I'm tired of all this pain that's inside of me
Talkin' to my demons and they told me that they were proud of me
They wait for you to die
They wait for you to die
They wait for you to die
They wait for you to die
Got them drugs not prescribed, tryna mask what's inside
Be the first one to say, I'm the last of my kind
Yeah, it's two-step aside
Not the one, I'm a vibe
All the rage that's inside
Durin' a plague I survive
I'm God's favorite (yeah)
And when it come to the drip
I'm a navy ship (boom)
I'm with you up in this bitch
Ain't no baby steps (nah)
I jumped over the fence
They wait for you to die
So they can sit reminisce (reminisce)
Yeah
I mean you got some people out here waitin' on you to die)
So they can take your girl (uh, uh)
(They wait for you to die)
The labels waitin' on you to die
(Niggas sit reminisce about you)
Some people waitin' on you to die
(They wait for you to die)
(So they can sit and talk shit about you, uh)
They waitin' on you to die so they can get some your materialistic things
(Wait for you to die)
Ah, you know, you know grandma left me the house, you know
She left me the car (wait for you to die)
You know (uh)
Did they have life insurance? (uh)
Who goin' to pay for the funeral? (uh)
(They wait for you to die)
What you mean you been doin' all that hustlin' and you ain't have nothin' saved up?
So when you die you leave that responsibility to someone else (down)
(They wait for you to die)
You gotta get a GoFundMe account or some shit like that
(They wait for you to die)
You gotta raise money
But see if, see if I don't pay for the funeral (they wait for you to die)
I ain't, I ain't a real nigga no more
You ain't real no more
Man, come on with that shit
(They wait for you to die)
(Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama)
(Well, it's early in the morn, early morning)
(Baby, when I rise, well)
(Well, it's early in the morn, in the morning)
(Oh baby, when I rise, Lordy baby)
(You have, it's I have misery, Berta)
Yeah
(Wa, in my right side)
(So help me god)
Alright
(Well, in a my right side, Lordy baby)
(In my right side, Lordy, sugar)
(Well, it's I have a misery, Berta)
(In my right side, well)
(Well, it's-a, Lordy)
(Lordy-berta) uh
(Well, it's Lord, Lordy Berta) uh
(Well, it's Lord, Lordy Rosa) yeah
(Well, it's, Lord, gal) yeah
Before all these people lost jobs
Kari couldn't find one
He ain't really ask me for nothin'
It's time rob somethin' (it's time)
People more in tune with their senses than the Bible
'Round here you sold dope or pussy
It's called survival (true)
Middle finger to pigs, 12, feds, and 5-0
Niggas call you when they want somethin'
Just like a side hoe
My mind blown, when I was down niggas was blindfold
Grind mode, still sellin' bags when I was signed though
That's a sign though, I'm a rhyme more, I'm in Cabo (Cabo)
Mike Amiri, Dior like I'm Pop Smoke
On the top floor, listen carefully, this the top floor (top)
I been poppin' over people head like July Fourth (pop it)
Partner died, I didn't cry, guess my tears is dried up
When I was winnin', you wasn't clappin' for me, your hands was tied up (tied)
And I'm tired of all this pain that's inside of me
Talkin' to my demons and they told me that they were proud of me
They wait for you to die
They wait for you to die
They wait for you to die
They wait for you to die
Got them drugs not prescribed, tryna mask what's inside
Be the first one to say, I'm the last of my kind
Yeah, it's two-step aside
Not the one, I'm a vibe
All the rage that's inside
Durin' a plague I survive
I'm God's favorite (yeah)
And when it come to the drip
I'm a navy ship (boom)
I'm with you up in this bitch
Ain't no baby steps (nah)
I jumped over the fence
They wait for you to die
So they can sit reminisce (reminisce)
Yeah
I mean you got some people out here waitin' on you to die)
So they can take your girl (uh, uh)
(They wait for you to die)
The labels waitin' on you to die
(Niggas sit reminisce about you)
Some people waitin' on you to die
(They wait for you to die)
(So they can sit and talk shit about you, uh)
They waitin' on you to die so they can get some your materialistic things
(Wait for you to die)
Ah, you know, you know grandma left me the house, you know
She left me the car (wait for you to die)
You know (uh)
Did they have life insurance? (uh)
Who goin' to pay for the funeral? (uh)
(They wait for you to die)
What you mean you been doin' all that hustlin' and you ain't have nothin' saved up?
So when you die you leave that responsibility to someone else (down)
(They wait for you to die)
You gotta get a GoFundMe account or some shit like that
(They wait for you to die)
You gotta raise money
But see if, see if I don't pay for the funeral (they wait for you to die)
I ain't, I ain't a real nigga no more
You ain't real no more
Man, come on with that shit
(They wait for you to die)
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Alan Lomax, Lavell William Crump, Steven Thorton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
55 Times
(Speak)
(I can't)
(You must)
(It's our only hope)
(Folks, I'm here to tell you)
(We lost our way)
(Greed has poisoned our souls)
(Contaminated the world with hate)
(We have never been more miserable)
(And the black man)
(Victims of a system that lies and torture)
(Incoming)
Yeah, God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (mhm)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
My neighbor who stayin' next to me wanna go to war at night (go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guy
They tried to call us a gang 'cause we were organized (oh yeah)
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes (brown eyes)
Something wrong, I had a missed call, fifty-five times
When they told me Johnny died I couldn't believe that shit
(I can't believe that shit)
My old studio off the map, I had to leave that shit
They said cuz sent them through, so Big must of knew (uh)
See where I'm from your heart will turn into a igloo (cold)
See they'll resent you simply because they ain't you (tell 'em)
Didn't even have can openers for canned food (alright)
Anger issues, going cashews
Selling packs to ashews, so hence the attitude
Lil animal yeah, gettin' treated like one
Over twenty-one black and living, you a icon (yeah)
Paid for a funeral, found out he snitched, want a refund
If you get robbed more than once, that's a rerun (woo)
Shootout in Eastpoint, Escobar and eat lunch
You know what kind of home I came from I got free lunch (free)
Free baby and I'm sorry I ain't kept in touch (love)
It's so many people I take care of every month, Lord
Lord, God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (mhm)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
My neighbor that stayin' next to me wanna go to war at night (go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guy
They tried to call us a gang 'cause we were organized (yeah)
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes (brown eyes)
Something wrong, I had a missed call, fifty-five times
I'm in the black on black, black on black crime zone (you black)
Please don't let them take your life up out them rhinestones
I'm from where you sell a brick, that's a milestone (made it)
If you got some good dope, the line a mile long (oh)
Gotta be in ya, not on it like a chromosome (alright)
My best friend when I was trappin' was the mobile phone (hello, brrt, brrt)
Hello, hello where you at? I need more than say less (shh)
Uh, the mink I got, pet detective mad 'bout the shit (this shit)
Gotta brag about this shit (I brag)
'Cause me and mama had a sofa that we had to split (split)
Before I left I heard bank say pad a stick (stick)
Nothin' we talkin' magazines, it's a lot of issues (a lot)
But if you see it in black and white it is so official (so official)
And the bro sent me a gift along with a scripture
It said when you shoot your shot make sure you're the pistol (bah)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (mm-mmm)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
My neighbor that stayin' next to me wanna go to war at night (go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guy
They tried to call us a gang 'cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes (brown eyes)
Something wrong, I had a missed call, fifty-five times
(I can't)
(You must)
(It's our only hope)
(Folks, I'm here to tell you)
(We lost our way)
(Greed has poisoned our souls)
(Contaminated the world with hate)
(We have never been more miserable)
(And the black man)
(Victims of a system that lies and torture)
(Incoming)
Yeah, God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (mhm)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
My neighbor who stayin' next to me wanna go to war at night (go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guy
They tried to call us a gang 'cause we were organized (oh yeah)
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes (brown eyes)
Something wrong, I had a missed call, fifty-five times
When they told me Johnny died I couldn't believe that shit
(I can't believe that shit)
My old studio off the map, I had to leave that shit
They said cuz sent them through, so Big must of knew (uh)
See where I'm from your heart will turn into a igloo (cold)
See they'll resent you simply because they ain't you (tell 'em)
Didn't even have can openers for canned food (alright)
Anger issues, going cashews
Selling packs to ashews, so hence the attitude
Lil animal yeah, gettin' treated like one
Over twenty-one black and living, you a icon (yeah)
Paid for a funeral, found out he snitched, want a refund
If you get robbed more than once, that's a rerun (woo)
Shootout in Eastpoint, Escobar and eat lunch
You know what kind of home I came from I got free lunch (free)
Free baby and I'm sorry I ain't kept in touch (love)
It's so many people I take care of every month, Lord
Lord, God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (mhm)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
My neighbor that stayin' next to me wanna go to war at night (go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guy
They tried to call us a gang 'cause we were organized (yeah)
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes (brown eyes)
Something wrong, I had a missed call, fifty-five times
I'm in the black on black, black on black crime zone (you black)
Please don't let them take your life up out them rhinestones
I'm from where you sell a brick, that's a milestone (made it)
If you got some good dope, the line a mile long (oh)
Gotta be in ya, not on it like a chromosome (alright)
My best friend when I was trappin' was the mobile phone (hello, brrt, brrt)
Hello, hello where you at? I need more than say less (shh)
Uh, the mink I got, pet detective mad 'bout the shit (this shit)
Gotta brag about this shit (I brag)
'Cause me and mama had a sofa that we had to split (split)
Before I left I heard bank say pad a stick (stick)
Nothin' we talkin' magazines, it's a lot of issues (a lot)
But if you see it in black and white it is so official (so official)
And the bro sent me a gift along with a scripture
It said when you shoot your shot make sure you're the pistol (bah)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (mm-mmm)
God keep on blessing me, I'm doing something right (something right)
My neighbor that stayin' next to me wanna go to war at night (go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guy
They tried to call us a gang 'cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes (brown eyes)
Something wrong, I had a missed call, fifty-five times
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Dwayne A Abernathy Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
So Help Me God! is the sixth studio album by American rapper 2 Chainz. It was released on November 13, 2020, through T.R.U and Def Jam Recordings.
It features guest appearances from Brent Faiyaz, Chief Keef, Kanye West, Kevin Gates, Lil Duval, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Wayne, Latto, Rick Ross, Skooly, Ty Dolla Sign and YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
Performed By:
2 ChainzIt features guest appearances from Brent Faiyaz, Chief Keef, Kanye West, Kevin Gates, Lil Duval, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Wayne, Latto, Rick Ross, Skooly, Ty Dolla Sign and YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Released: November 13th, 2020
Year: 2020