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K Camp - Only Way Is Up Lyrics






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[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
I was six years old
Riding shotgun in an old school with my dad
Memories that I hold on to
Cause really those the only ones that I had
They used to call me Lil' Rock
Skinny big head nigga with a rock
And I ain't talkin' 'bout the hard
Even though my fam used to keep the grams in the socks, damn
It was me, lil Brandon and Nene
Outside running wild, f*ck TV
On 13th all the way the 49th and Chambers
Shout out to my lil cuz Veve
And my uncle Jerome
One time for my uncle Jerome
In the basement smoking cigarettes with Tyrique
I think we did that when unc wasn't home
47th and Lloyd, first time I got jumped on the porch
Hit the oldest one with the one two, bink bink
Other one ran up, left him right there on the porch
Hell is you saying? Lil Jeff turned me into a man
That was big bro, that was big cuz
Everything to a nigga now he gone
Guess God had a plan I don't understand
Lord why you do me this way? You live and you learn
Them tables will turn, them bridges will burn
But through it all, just make a way
I'm here to stay and I'ma do it for my city like the mayor
Real northside nigga living life like my grandaddy Charles
He the reason why a nigga is a player

[Hook - K Camp:]
Let me talk to 'em, yeah, hah
Plenty nights when I felt all alone, nobody to lean on
Listen up, let me tell you how it feel
Hah, look
I just tell it how it is, everybody claim they real
On the real these niggas ain't ever been real
Straight up, hah, look
I'm just living my life, I'm just doing my thang
Same nigga from the jump, baby I ain't gon' change
Hah, baby I ain't gon' change
Nah, nah, baby I ain't gon' change

[Verse 2 - K Camp:]
Man f*ck everybody do you
Same lil nigga that they said wasn't gon' be the shit is the shit
Who knew?
Still ridin' 'round with my day one niggas
We don't need new niggas in the crew
One time for my nigga Dan
That was my first friend second grade
Miss Blue, I don't do too much
Nigga just say what's up, man salute when you see me
These niggas upset cause they heard I got next
I keep cheese like Fellini's
Back in the day I used to be a hot head
Like I'm walkin' 'round with a beanie
In the middle of the summer
I'm just tryna score, nigga, no time to fumble
It's game time, everybody on time
We just tryna get this money at the same time
I ain't claimin' what ain't mine
Got your girl on the edge like the state line
Ain't no mo play time
We just tryna get it off the muscle
Fighting for the money, how much hustlel
I'ma get my bitch to respect my hustle forreal
Man f*ck everybody do you
Same lil nigga that they said wasn't gon' be the shit
Is the shit, who knew
I'm just livin' my life, I'm just doin' my thang
Same nigga from the jump

[Hook - K Camp:]
What's the point of getting that money?
Money ain't money if your life don't change
What's the point of pushing that whip
If you ain't changing lanes?
What's the point of having many girls
If your bitch don't change?
What's the point of staying the same
If everything around you change?
I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed
I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed
I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed
I've changed, I've changed
If everything around you changed
All I need is change

[Jeremih:]
You don't need nobody, you don't need nobody
They don't want to be here, they ain't got to be here
You don't need nobody, you don't need nobody
They don't want to be here, they ain't got to be here
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Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, KELVIN BROWN, JEREMIAH RENALDO BETHEA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Downtown Music Publishing






Till I Die

[K Camp:]
All my niggas get reckless, I got your rent on my necklace
She keep calling for seconds, between her legs is a blessing
Might just fly out to Texas and stack it up just like Tetris
Spare my heart in these sessions, I let her go learn my lesson

[Hook - T.I.:]
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
F*ck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and dick it down?]
Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)

[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Okay now bank, bank, R-O-Double L, only thing a young nigga stack
Niggas ain't tryna get racks, they rather sit on their ass, nigga what the f*ck is that
Nigga that's from [?], side note I want a mill
Pea coat dressed to kill, introduce you to the real
Remember them nights I was dead ass broke, while I still had a milly on my mind
Still had dreams I would get it, still had dreams I would win I ain't waste no time
This that trap music, urban legend
Bitch I'm a urban legend, carry 'round a Smith N Wesson
Case a nigga wanna test me
F*ck it man, motivate all my niggas, I'ma stack this shit up with my team
Went from rag to riches now I keep them bankrolls in my jeans
Drag racin' on Peachtree, that's some shit that you've never seen
Now I'm here with the king

[Hook - T.I.:]
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
F*ck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with [and dick it down?]
Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack
And all we know is double up and stay fly
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Hold up, what it look like
I got your girl with a girl like a bulldagger
Going hard, on an all-nighter
And then I give it back to ya nigga I don't like her
Did shit easy or 1-2-3, 911 in emergency
If I swerve this lac and spill this cognac [?] ho check it
Looking for some trouble well your ass gonna get it
Never hesitate and share a time my peasant
Pussy nigga ever did respect my presence
Fully automatic let you have these pellets
Pellets, pellets, pellets, pellets, pew your bed gone nigga
We're puttin' on nigga, got long scrilla
Got a bad bitch with no thong with em
And she walkin' out like King Kong hit her
So good made her running back
She said she gave it all to the wrong nigga, he made a mill I made a double that
The nigga had her eating double stacks
I fill her pockets full with double stack
She doing right, get another rack
Crib with a hella pad, full of fine bitches hella bad
Ran out of cab nigga never add

[Hook - T.I.:]
And know we all 'bout the bankroll
But got a car for every color of the rainbow
F*ck all that going back and forth with a dirty bitch
I shoot that hoe with the .44 I'm ridin' dirty with (and dick it down) [?]
Countin' money blowin' weed in the back (in the back)
Hundred K, two or three in the sack (in the sack)
And all we know is double up and stay fly (stay fly)
And run that check up, be a hustler till I die (till I die)
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Writer: CLIFFORD HARRIS, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Yellow Brick Road

[Hook:]
Got a lil bitch on the way, meet me at the Holiday
I ain't want to tell her where I stay never show these bitches where you lay
Got a lil bitch on the way, meet me at the Holiday
I ain't want to tell her where I stay never show these bitches where you lay
Damn I got too many hoes, damn I got on too much gold
I charge a brick for a show now follow the yellow brick road
These bitches clicking they heels, how are you paying your bills?
Pull out them dick sucking skills, how you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill

Tell a lil bitch I done blowed up
Lamborghini smashing with the doors up
Ain't a bitch out here that don't know us
Heard you got the rap game sewed up
You can tell that I'm getting to the fetti
Throw it up just like confetti
All my younger bitches petty
Put my bitch inside the Lexus
I be shitting on my exes
Get these bitches out my section
Picking new ones like elections
Slum all my niggas wildin'
Ain't no tellin' what I do ridin'
Round the city with two bitches in my coupe
Bring them to the 'tel then we f*ck 'em in a group
You ain't gettin' money, ain't no way you in the loop
You ain't gettin' money, ain't no way you on my staff
I got my niggas on my side that will bust ya head on my behalf
Roll 'em back to back, got ya bitch on my shaft
What she do behind closed doors
You don't know the half, ho

[Hook:]
Got a lil bitch on the way, meet me at the Holiday
I ain't want to tell her where I stay never show these bitches where you lay
Got a lil bitch on the way, meet me at the Holiday
I ain't want to tell her where I stay never show these bitches where you lay
Damn I got too many hoes, damn I got on too much gold
I charge a brick for a show now follow the yellow brick road
These bitches clicking they heels, how are you paying your bills?
Pull out them dick sucking skills, how you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill

I can make the money do a lot of things
I can make the money do a black flip
He ain't gettin' money, now he actin' strange
White man world makin' black chips
These bitches talkin' like they on somethin'
Beggin' ass niggas always want somethin'
Nigga always talkin' 'bout foreign whips
Pussy ass nigga, you don't own nothin'
I can make your whole rent, one feature
Nigga pay attention you just met the teacher
I can sell salt to a slug, nigga
Pretty much connected with the drug dealers
Drug dealers

[Hook:]
Got a lil bitch on the way, meet me at the Holiday
I ain't want to tell her where I stay never show these bitches where you lay
Got a lil bitch on the way, meet me at the Holiday
I ain't want to tell her where I stay never show these bitches where you lay
Damn I got too many hoes, damn I got on too much gold
I charge a brick for a show now follow the yellow brick road
These bitches clicking they heels, how are you paying your bills?
Pull out them dick sucking skills, how you know I'm worth a mill
How you know I'm worth a mill
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Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON, CARLTON MAYS, HARRY MCKEE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes






Lil Bit

[Chorus:]
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
We ain't doing much tryna have a good time
Got four bad bitches man the pleasures all mine
Girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Gir-girls kissing girls best believe they all fine
Lego, lego, lego, lego
What you doing?
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up
Drink a little bit, smoke a little bit, pop a little bit
Aye get f*cked up

[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Four bad bitches, man the pleasure all mine
We ain't doing nothing, tryna to have a good time
Roll around the city, Porsche seats on recline
Four bad bitches f*cking at the same time
Bitch named Keisha got an ass like a bubble
Feed her M&M's, watch her turn into some trouble
Two hands on the ball, shorty just doubled
Once I get mine I ain't trying to cuddle
All in the party hippy trippy off the henny
Jar full of weed, baby girl I got plenty
Break fast for the chick like I work at Denny's
Shawty where the shots I need many, many, many
Molly in the system, drinking out the bottle
Shorty going in, going hard full throttle
Instagram likes got her feeling like a model
If you looking for the drugs, don't worry I got em

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
Two bad bitches and they f*cking with a nigga
Feeling on her booty
Dick harder than a missile
Ass in a circle let me feel it just a little
Don't be pulling on my belt cause that shit holding up the pistol
She like to drink that tequila
Hennessy for all my nigga's
You can't take none of my bitches
You f*ck around you gon meet my killers
Oooh, iced out rollie bright when the light hit
No Janet Jackson don't f*ck with no penny's
Blood in yo T-shirt, them bloods rolling with me
If you bust at me first I shoot up the city
Hunnits on top of hunnits on them titties
Nigga you ain't never seen no money like this
Codeine I pour it up
Popping them pills got me throwing up

[Chorus]
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Writer: AMBROSE PIERCE, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Own Boss

[Hook:]
She bad, she mine, she know, she know, she get money
Damn right, she know it's alright
She know she the baddest of them all
She know she the baddest of them all
She knows she the baddest of them all
She knows she the baddest of them all

You know you my baby, even that's an understatement
Spend a week off in Vegas, cosmo getting faded
See mys shawty on her shit and these other bitches hate it
Summer time, drop the top, now we riding in the latest
She gon' ride me like an Uber, baby hallelujah
Catch us right on South Beach, Ocean Drive, pushing scooters
Baby that's my shooter, don't let it confuse ya
WE be doing things that yo momma wouldn't approve of
F*cking on the balcony, love when you on top of me
Shawty give it all up, feel like this a robbery
Feel like this supposed to be, tell me if I'm wrong
I can f*ck you to this song

[Hook:]
She bad, she mine, she know, she know, she get money
Damn right, she know it's alright
She know she the baddest of them all
She know she the baddest of them all
She knows she the baddest of them all
She knows she the baddest of them all

Shawty know she my rider, we gon' set this shit on fire
No discussion, straight to f*cking, baby f*ck it, let's get higher
If you saying he can do it like I do it, he a liar
It ain't nothing in this world that a nigga won't buy ya
Let me hit it in the backseat, I can't let her pass me
Quite on the low, behind the scenes, that girl get nasty
Elegant and slassy, but lil shawty tax me
I know she won't leave because she know just where that cash be
And she want some more, what you tripping for?
I know you was ready soon as you walked through that door
Yo walk through that door, tell me if I'm wrong
I can f*ck you to this song

[Hook:]
She bad, she mine, she know, she know, she get money
Damn right, she know it's alright
She know she the baddest of them all
She know she the baddest of them all
She knows she the baddest of them all
She knows she the baddest of them all
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Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON, PATRICK HAYES
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






This Way

[Hook:]
Something 'bout her got me feeling this way
Out here hustling, I'm just trying to maintain
It's not my birthday but I'm all over that cake

You know a young nigga too smooth like butter
Making all the plays, you can come join the huddle
I ain't saying shit like a dog with a muzzle
Figured out the game, got the pieces to the puzzle
Got a new bitch, she ain't got no standards
Magic City Monday, baby welcome to Atlanta
Shawty got flavor, she remind me of a Fanta
Take her to the H, put the deuce in a Fanta
Excuse me but I'm on right now
She only want a nigga cause I'm on right now
You see, young nigga got his own right now
Money conversations on the phone right now

[Hook:]
Something 'bout her got me feeling this way
Out here hustling, I'm just trying to maintain
It's not my birthday but I'm all over that cake

It ain't no problem, anytime we can do it
Light another L, I'm just living through the music
If I throw it at you, promise that you won't lose it
Claiming you gon' ride, baby you just got to prove it
Sipping on that purple drank, got 'em moving slow
F*ck the other side, I'ma get it 'til it's over
NYC feel arrogant a show
Pouring up the Hennessy 'til it's running over
Excuse me but I'm on right now
She only want a nigga cause I'm on right now
You see, young nigga got his own right now
Money conversations on the phone right now

[Hook:]
Something 'bout her got me feeling this way
Out here hustling, I'm just trying to maintain
It's not my birthday but I'm all over that cake
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Writer: BRYAN STEPHEN JOHNSON, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Who Am I

I ain't trying to impress nobody
Any nigga saying that they are the realest
Who the hell am I?

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?

You the type to count a nigga pockets
You the type that can't keep his word
I'm the type to go smoke a blunt
And if I'm high enough I might sip the syrup
You ain't really who you say you is
Living life with that mask on when them hunger pains
I'll have a savage nigga running in your shit
With no mask on, and I'm past gone
Not fearing nobody from God, I speak this shit from my heart
Bitches and money tear niggas apart
I been this way from the start
Long road but I learned quick
You the type to always run yo mouth
Always talk about it but never earn shit
I'm on my bridge, never burn shit
Next to Diddy Kenny Burns shit
If you don't know you better learn quick
I hold my hundreds with a firm grip
Hold my hundreds with a firm grip
Always busy like the West End
Word out I'm the best in
Made the money counter my best friend

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?

I'm just ridin' for my niggas
I'm down to die for my niggas
Put my niggas on game, how to cut up
These millions, anybody a hitter
Give them a mission and pistol
'Cause you come up and holla
That don't make you my nigga
How many niggas you owe, how many niggas you know
That was like brothers before, then fell out 'bout a ho
If I knew my nigga was getting high
Then he couldn't buy it from me
You my lil nigga, lil nigga money no value to me
I took lil Keion out the hood and changed his life foreal
Ask him you can post up on this hill or go to Beverly Hills
It's on you, if you ain't 'bout that action, why the f*ck you lie?
If you the realest nigga, then who the f*ck am I?

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?

I'm the type to put my niggas on
I'm the type that want to see you rich
You the type to go blow your check
Just for Instagram and a sneaky bitch
I'm the type to pull off the lot
Then look at yo then say you can too
I can't wait for my nigga Bo
To bust down that block in a two door coupe
There go twelve, higher than I ever been
Mambo hide that scale
Bitch I been a heavyweight
You niggas too frail
You might break my heart
But you can't break this truth I tell
Real niggas do cry too
When my album drop, hope you buy two
When it's all done I'mma die true
I said real niggas do try to
Hella naked bitches playing Taboo
Done turned the mansion to a damn zoo

A lot of niggas saying that they are the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I ain't trying to impress nobody
I ain't trying to stress nobody
I hear these niggas out here saying they the realest
But if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, MARIO SENTELL GIDEN, LELAND CLOPTON, JEREMIAH RENALDO BETHEA
Copyright: Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Money I Made

[Hook:]
Look at all the money I made [x8]
I make money every day, young nigga came a long way
I ain't make the game my play
Look at all the money I made [x4]

Look at all the money I made
Arenas we play, bitches we slayed
When I call lick, all my niggas got paid
Make 10 million off Puff, got paid
Ship came in, my city got paid
Drop straight cash on you i8
Top down smoking Californ-I-A
Straight to the top now, nigga why wait?
Dropping bags in the bowl in the water, got bag ties, dirty water
You know I'ma rob him with a bitch like Paula
Now I'm trying to make 10 mill in a quarter
Chevy wide open in the islands
Riding through the city like a foreigner
I know niggas mad but niggas can't hate

[Hook:]
Look at all the money I made [x8]
I make money every day, young nigga came a long way
I ain't make the game my play
Look at all the money I made [x4]

Used to pull up in the four door Honda
With my nigga Yayo with the black door
Met the lil bitch, I can tell she will run the next night
I was sneaking through the back door
I done crown up, I don't f*ck with the goose
No more but I still sip the yak though
Whole team tryna eat like a fat ho
If it ain't money I don't even react though
Henny to the brim got my vision too blurry
You know I keep three like my name Steph Curry
Sonnin' these niggas like an episode of Murry
If you running for the money, motherf*ckers better hurry
Shout out Diego, stacking like Legos
I got a bitch that's gon' go when I say so
I got a bitch that's gon' f*ck when I say so
I pass her to Genius, he tell her to lay low

[Hook:]
Look at all the money I made [x8]
I make money every day, young nigga came a long way
I ain't make the game my play
Look at all the money I made [x4]
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Writer: ELLISTON CLARKE, KARIM KHARBOUCH, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, TONY SON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Comfortable

[Hook:]
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
I'll be right here next to you

Ha, look
Hey shawty what it do, what's happenin'?
Peep the way you move I can tell you make it happen
I see you walking around like your feet don't hurt
Shawty just cold like the heat don't work
She independent, you be ballin' on the budget
She ridin' in the fly's all the real niggas love it
Money making mission she just steady chasin' duckets
Shawty, she ain't playin' she just ballin', Denver Nugget

G5 fly, lord oh ma
Can't help to stare, tell you all bye
You got thang for a nigga I can see it in your eye
What I gotta do for a piece of a pie
Tell me you feelin' alright
I'm tryna get with you tonight
I'm with all the shit that you like
I'm with all the shit that you like

[Hook:]
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
I'll be right here next to you
Baby, just be comfortable
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
I'll be right here next to you

Look, I ain't worried too much bout shawty, no
Cause I know that she be workin'
In the spare time shawty just countin' dough, we all know she's important
Let me know if you gon' ride for a fella
Me and you together super fly like propellers
I love to her hold her bag and I told her about whatever
Get it while's it's good cause nothing last forever

G5 fly, lord oh ma
Can't help to stare, tell you all bye
You got thang for a nigga I can see it in your eye
What I gotta do for a piece of a pie
Tell me you feelin' alright
I'm tryna get with you tonight
I'm with the shit that you like
I'm with the shit that you like

[Hook:]
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
I'll be right here next to you
Baby, just be comfortable
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
I'll be right here next to you

Let's be real you know you're dealin' with a real one
Let's be real you know you're dealin' with a real one
Let's be real you know you're dealin' with a real one
Let's be real you know you're dealin' with a real one

I ain't gotta say it all the pretty bitches want it
When I get the chance Imma f*ck you like I own it
Feel good comin' from a real nigga, don't it
When we in the bed I just tell her jump up on it
Remi all wet falling right down your spine
I ain't tryna front I just want it from behind
Hope you don't mind for the time girl you mine
Tell me one more time

[Hook:]
Tell me where you wanna go
Tell me what you wanna do
Baby, just be comfortable
I'll be right here next to you
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Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON, TUNJI BALOGUN, DAMAR LERON JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC






Bitches N That Coupe

[Hook - K Camp:]
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new?
She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through
Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe
Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few
I'm telling nothing but the truth
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do

[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Used to keep money in a shoe box
Now I'm pulling up like tube socks
Went from a dollar to a few knots
Got me paying rent on 'bout two spots
They don't understand what my crew got
Remember long talks with my big bruh Cam
Young wild niggas in bend selling grams
Man the pain and the struggle, man, that made me who I am
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
Jumped off that porch, I changed my mindset and my view
Reasons why you hate to see me win, I wished I knew
Came straight out that mud
You just don't know what I've been through
Look really no time for the talk, nigga I ain't got free time
Now-a-days I be all over green like the mothaf*ckin' d-line
And I ain't got time for the hoe when I barely got me time
Just give me a blunt and booth, mothaf*cka I'll be fine

[Hook - K Camp:]
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new?
She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through
Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe
Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few
I'm telling nothing but the truth
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do

[Verse 2 - Bun B:]
Trill OG, I'm riding lowkey
With my hat low and my deuce up
Smoking on me some killer kush
My young partner pouring up that juice up
Doing me so keep doing you
Cause I ain't down with what you in
See me, I'm a trill nigga through and through
And I'm out here looking for the chewing to
That's word to skinny pimp
Just a gangster walking with a limp
And you know I got no love for a simp
Posted up, nigga, eating steak and shrimp
Lil bitch got my knife and I got my fork
Benz outside and it's valet parked
Blunt rolled up and I'm 'bout to spark
In the city lights, I smash out in the dark
Can't be but who I am
Got to represent for my fam
Cadillac doors still getting slammed
Don't like it, sorry don't give a damn
Still down, still trill
Gon' be that way 'til I'm dead and gone
For PA I'm putting on with my candy paint
To my shiny chrome, come on

[Hook - K Camp:]
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
I can see they watching, counting pockets, but what's new?
She know when I call it's for a reason, so come through
Nothing 'bout me change except these bitches n that coupe
Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few
I'm telling nothing but the truth
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: BERNARD FREEMAN, BOBBY TURNER, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes






Rolling

[Hook - K Camp:]
Rolling down the street with my shades on
Sippin' on gin and juice
I don't understand, girl, what you waiting on
You got me trippin' on you
I said rollin' down the street with my shades on
Sippin' on gin and juice
I don't understand, girl, what you waiting on
You got me trippin' on you
Got me trippin' on you, you, you
Got me trippin' on you, you, you
Sippin' on gin and juice, juice, juice
Got me trippin' on you, you, you

[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Riding 'round the city, windows up
Windows up, whip cloudy
JR right beside me
He just copped the brand new Audi
Oh lodi dadi, we rock the party
Nine right beside me, don't bother me, buddy
Lately I just noticed I been smokin' like Snoop
Naw I'm playing but I'm still mixing gin with the juice
Looking for CC, oh how she need me
That bitch still basic, still rocking BB
Laughing like hehe, how can I call it?
Oh I just love my lil bitch from New Orleans
I-20 pushing, I know you looking
Her presence, I cherish, my bitch is so gorgeous
Shawty I'm pouring the gin and the juice
You on my mind, I don't know what to do
But I know if she f*ck up, then we through
But right now I'm still f*cking with you

[Hook - K Camp:]
Rolling down the street with my shades on
Sippin' on gin and juice
I don't understand, girl, what you waiting on
You got me trippin' on you
I said rollin' down the street with my shades on
Sippin' on gin and juice
I don't understand, girl, what you waiting on
You got me trippin' on you
Got me trippin' on you, you, you
Got me trippin' on you, you, you
Sippin' on gin and juice, juice, juice
Got me trippin' on you, you, you

[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg:]
All up in a nigga face with the same game
Let me tell you what I'm gon' do
I hop on my sike life, night life
Nigga make a dream come true for you
Now turn the beat down G style
Everybody know my heat go boom
Splash and mash and pictures flashing
Man my life so cool
Let me get back to the camp
I'm rapping now, cookies in the bag
And the vast amounts mixed in with peaches n cream
Creep on the scene
Crip nigga with the thief and the scene
The war deep with the team
Late night creep on 'em, I mean
Hit 'em with lot botta bing
All about the money in the green
Top down, drop down on 'em clean

[Hook - K Camp:]
Rolling down the street with my shades on
Sippin' on gin and juice
I don't understand, girl, what you waiting on
You got me trippin' on you
I said rollin' down the street with my shades on
Sippin' on gin and juice
I don't understand, girl, what you waiting on
You got me trippin' on you
Got me trippin' on you, you, you
Got me trippin' on you, you, you
Sippin' on gin and juice, juice, juice
Got me trippin' on you, you, you
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, ANDRE YOUNG, MELVIN BRADFORD, BRIAN ANTHONY BAILEY, STEVE ARRINGTON, STEVE WASHINGTON, RAYMOND GUY TURNER, MARK ADAMS, DANIEL WEBSTER, CALVIN BROADUS, HARRY CASEY, RICHARD FINCH, CARLTON MAYS, DAVID AXELROD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes






Im Good

[Hook:]
When it rains I think of you
When all them nights I was there with you
Through the pain, why you do me like that?
Turned your back
But don't worry, girl I'm good
I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, girl I'm good
What's in the past gon' stay there
I can't make the same mistakes therefore I'm good
I told a thousand lies to prevent the cries
Now it's good bye cause I realized I'm good
Now I done moved on, feeling gone
I'm good

She say that I'm acting different
She say I'm not the same nigga
Last time I checked when I looked in the mirror
Bitch I was the same nigga
But I do apologize for all them times I made you cry
Even though I tried to make that bullshit work
Guess we couldn't see eye to eye
And I'm not the guy that you fantasize
You couldn't hold on that I'm on the rise
Now I got a new bitch, don't act surprised
I'm just a young nigga tryna multiply
My bankroll, and I know I'm not perfect at all
Just want to know are you there when I fall?
If ain't real I don't want it at all
Will you be there when I call?

[Hook:]
When it rains I think of you
When all them nights I was there with you
Through the pain, why you do me like that?
Turned your back
But don't worry, girl I'm good
I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, girl I'm good
What's in the past gon' stay there
I can't make the same mistakes therefore I'm good

Time go by and I see you
That yo ass got a brand new nigga
I just hope that you happy
I just hope that you happy
And I ain't gon' lie, yah it be some nights
That I really do miss you
But I just hope that you happy
I just hope that you happy
But he can't f*ck you like I do
Can't f*ck you like I do
Lick you up, now turn your ass around
And I hit it from the back like boom
I done packed my bags and my suitcase full
Baby ain't no room
So I ain't really worried about you
I ain't really worried about you
But I know

[Hook:]
When it rains I think of you
When all them nights I was there with you
Through the pain, why you do me like that?
Turned your back
But don't worry, girl I'm good
I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, girl I'm good
What's in the past gon' stay there
I can't make the same mistakes therefore I'm good
I told a thousand lies to prevent the cries
Now it's good bye cause I realized I'm good
Now I done moved on, feeling gone
I'm good

I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I heard she want love, I don't believe that
Cause everywhere I go these hoes be the same
She really asking where the cheese at
It really ain't nothing for me to pick your brain
But I learned

I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
She don't know my name, she just see the chains
And she want the fame, girl stay in yo lane
She must love the pain cause she will never change
I thought you was different, maybe I was trippin'
Maybe I was trippin', learn from my mistakes
You can get replaced, look at me I'm straight
But I learned

I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, LELAND CLOPTON, BOBBY TURNER, DAMAR LERON JACKSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Control

[K Camp's dad:]
When you were growing up, I missed the laughs, I missed the fun
Every time you left heading to ATL, I felt undone
Sometimes I wanted to talk, but hustlin' took its toll
Damn near gave the streets my soul
I will never be able to replace the time lost
Bein' a daddy and not a father is a hell of a cost
A big piece of me is you
As I reflect the man in the mirror, he gets so clearer
He wants to pull me in to start over
Black Ops this is not
This is something inside deep from your pops

Shit get better with time
You ever heard me say one lie in my rhyme?
Been doing a lot of thinking and a whole lot of praying
It's my only way to vent, what the hell is you saying?
Feel like I got a lot of people that's depending on me
Built a solid foundation, put the building on me
You remind me of myself so why you tripping on me?
I remember how it felt when my tank was on E
I remember how it felt when the money was low
Dirty dishes in the sink, mouse traps on the floor
Need to buy a bakery, the way I'm after the dough
Wonder why the hating me, I just practice and go
One thing I learned, time don't wait for nobody
Love the feeling I can finally tell my momma I got it
Love the feeling I can finally take a look in my wallet
See some hunnids in that mothaf*cka, maybe I'm wilding

[Chorus:]
Shit get better with time
I said shit get better with time
Shit get better with time
Shit get better with time
Let's go

R.I.P. aunt Randie, I got something to say
Keep ya head up unc, trust the lord and your faith
Momma just told me grandma ain't doing too well
Ever sicne she gave me hope, I've been giving them hell
Back then with the juice jugs shooting the cans
Where I come from, from niggas shooting they mans
Where I come from, nigga, nobody safe
Where I come from, like no other place
And I love that I'm just trying to be around where the love at
Niggas beefing over bitches, we above that
I ain't smoked all day, where the drugs at?
Shawty tryna go some rounds, where my gloves at?
Even though you wasn't around, I can't blame you
You is who you is, I can never change you
Life lessons that will show me what the game do
It made me who I am so I got to thank you

[Chorus:]
Shit get better with time
I said shit get better with time
Shit get better with time
Shit get better with time
Let's go

Hold up, wait can't believe they want more
30 cent bag of chips on the corner store
Doing 'bout a hunnid, youngin' always on go
Say you getting pussy, why you stressing 'bout a ho?
Nigga pay attention, I'm the man on the low
F*ck that shit, I'm the man on the high
Last time I checked, the only time I got fooled
When R Kelly told me he believed he could fly

[K Camp's mom:]
I knew how passionate he was (forreal)
You know, he used to write every day
He'd go downstairs, stay down there for hours
That's all my house was, a studio
When you find the one, that he stays up all night for
That's the one that you need to get behind and push him
He's been consistent since day one
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: UNKNOWN COMPOSER, BRYAN STEPHEN JOHNSON, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC






Lets Get Money

[Hook - K Camp:]
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money
I see it coming, my nigga
I see it coming, my nigga
I see it coming, my nigga
You got to want it
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money
They been frontin', my nigga
I know you frontin', my nigga
Get some money, my nigga
Get some money

[Verse 1 - K Camp:]
Don't let nobody tell you that your dreams is some bullshit
Cause I done been through some bullshit
Tired of the bullshit
Cutting out them niggas on that bullshit
Just want to see my niggas living well
Pockets like a wishing well
Boy you better tell your bitch to climb out
Coach put me in the game, we need a timeout
All these niggas flexing, living lies, let me find out
They don't want to keep it real no more
They don't want to keep it real no more
And it's a damn shame
Know some niggas that will kill for the dough
Know some niggas that will kill for the dough
Nigga bang bang
I'm a hustler, nigga I'm a hustler
Inspection grade A, happy customer
She getting money too, the reason why I f*ck with her
And she f*ck with me, I guess a nigga stuck with her

[Hook - K Camp:]
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money
I see it coming, my nigga
I see it coming, my nigga
I see it coming, my nigga
You got to want it
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money
They been frontin', my nigga
I know you frontin', my nigga
Get some money, my nigga
Get some money

[Verse 2 - CyHi The Prynce:]
My label say I need some more relevancy
I'm used to dodging intelligence intelligently
They didn't find no evidence evidently
Plus I rep the presidents that represent me
My campaign strong, I should run for presidency
Hit the strip club off of Cheshire Bridge
We f*cked up a few commas then I left with a free
Definitely, definitely, definitely
Can't lay with these bitches cause I'm not a liar
Holding on to these hoes, I'm not a firefighter
I just stab and cut them off, I feel like Michael Myers
You got hate in your blood, you done copped a virus
Niggas mad I'm eating good and you on a diet
I've been counting so much money I got arthritis
The greatest story ever told, watch an author write it
These walkie talkie rappers copy, got to copyright it
I feel like them Jordans, white and black 11s
It's f*cked up you even got to patent leather
I'm a alpha, got a castle out in Alpharetta
Shawty want to kick it but I'm not Kubota
But I rather get this money, baby, now or never
Everyday I'm trying to at least make a stack or better
Sometimes I wish Ye and Cudi got back together
What if me, Push and Sean did a track together?
F*ck the bullshit
Let's get money, my nigga

[Hook - K Camp:]
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money
I see it coming, my nigga
I see it coming, my nigga
I see it coming, my nigga
You got to want it
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money, my nigga
Let's get money
They been frontin', my nigga
I know you frontin', my nigga
Get some money, my nigga
Get some money
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: UNKNOWN COMPOSER, BRYAN STEPHEN JOHNSON, CYDEL CHARLES YOUNG, KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management






1hunnid (Remix)

[Hook:]
When it rains I think of you
When all them nights I was there with you
Through the pain, why you do me like that?
Turned your back
But don't worry, girl I'm good
I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, girl I'm good
What's in the past gon' stay there
I can't make the same mistakes therefore I'm good
I told a thousand lies to prevent the cries
Now it's good bye cause I realized I'm good
Now I done moved on, feeling gone
I'm good

She say that I'm acting different
She say I'm not the same nigga
Last time I checked when I looked in the mirror
Bitch I was the same nigga
But I do apologize for all them times I made you cry
Even though I tried to make that bullshit work
Guess we couldn't see eye to eye
And I'm not the guy that you fantasize
You couldn't hold on that I'm on the rise
Now I got a new bitch, don't act surprised
I'm just a young nigga tryna multiply
My bankroll, and I know I'm not perfect at all
Just want to know are you there when I fall?
If ain't real I don't want it at all
Will you be there when I call?

[Hook:]
When it rains I think of you
When all them nights I was there with you
Through the pain, why you do me like that?
Turned your back
But don't worry, girl I'm good
I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, girl I'm good
What's in the past gon' stay there
I can't make the same mistakes therefore I'm good

Time go by and I see you
That yo ass got a brand new nigga
I just hope that you happy
I just hope that you happy
And I ain't gon' lie, yah it be some nights
That I really do miss you
But I just hope that you happy
I just hope that you happy
But he can't f*ck you like I do
Can't f*ck you like I do
Lick you up, now turn your ass around
And I hit it from the back like boom
I done packed my bags and my suitcase full
Baby ain't no room
So I ain't really worried about you
I ain't really worried about you
But I know

[Hook:]
When it rains I think of you
When all them nights I was there with you
Through the pain, why you do me like that?
Turned your back
But don't worry, girl I'm good
I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, girl I'm good
What's in the past gon' stay there
I can't make the same mistakes therefore I'm good
I told a thousand lies to prevent the cries
Now it's good bye cause I realized I'm good
Now I done moved on, feeling gone
I'm good

I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I heard she want love, I don't believe that
Cause everywhere I go these hoes be the same
She really asking where the cheese at
It really ain't nothing for me to pick your brain
But I learned

I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
She don't know my name, she just see the chains
And she want the fame, girl stay in yo lane
She must love the pain cause she will never change
I thought you was different, maybe I was trippin'
Maybe I was trippin', learn from my mistakes
You can get replaced, look at me I'm straight
But I learned

I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same, I swear they all the same
I swear they all the same
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Above Water

F is for forever
A is for ambition
M is the money that we sinning with
Just praying for forgiveness
E is for embrace
'Cause the shit we live don't last forever
Understand this, boy became the man
If you didn't know, ho it's now or never
Floating through the clouds in a window seat
Trying to find my purpose
Money bring you problems
I'm dealing with these clowns like a f*cking circus
These niggas reaching hard
You better chill before you foul out
This crazy shit that we call fame
Is really what these niggas steady dream about
I'ma tell you if it's worth it
Always watch your back
'Cause they lurking
I remember them days I was hurting
I don't wanna go back to the hurting
Flashback to the days and the long nights
These niggas don't know what it feels like
I'm the same lil nigga from the Mill right
Turning up, just tryna see a mill right now

I keep my head above water
These niggas scared to hustle harder
But it's only right, said it's only right
I keep my head above water

Don't treat me like I'm famous
Seem like now that I'm on, everybody acting different
Old friends ain't friends no more
So I just keep my distance
They too busy trying to count my pockets
Trying to wonder how I got it
Mind your f*cking business
And I know I got the world looking at me
And I know these niggas gon' hate it
And I know every time that I make amove
I got to worry 'bout a lame ass critic
And I know they don't want to see me win
But you know, ho, I'm still going in
And you know, real talk, I'm the next nigga up
Got to know that it started in the Bend
All my life I been the underdog so I'm used to the bullshit
Used to a nigga sleeping on me, goodnight
And all my life I been the same nigga
Trying to run it up, trying to make a difference
Never traded on my niggas one time
So I'm good, right

I keep my head above water
These niggas scared to hustle harder
But it's only right, said it's only right
I keep my head above water

'Cause time don't wait on nobody
So I ain't waiting on nobody
Got to get everything I wanted
'Cause this shit just last a moment
Oh how tables turn, oh how tables turn
Everything I got is everything I earned
Oh how niggas turn, oh how niggas turn
Watch them bridges burn, another lesson learned

Oh how tables turn, oh how tables turn
Everything I got is everything I earned
Oh how niggas turn, oh how niggas turn
Watch them bridges burn, another lesson learned
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: KRISTOPHER CAMPBELL, MARIAN AZEB MEREBA, BOBBY TURNER, DENISIA ANDREWS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes






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