B.o.B - Underground Luxury Album Lyrics

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All I Want

[Intro:]
I want everything I see
I wanna go in every mall in every state in every country and buy shit
Whether I can afford it or not, nigga
I want bitches, I want cars, I don't give a f*ck, I want it all
That's what the f*ck we're here for

[Bridge:]
Say enough about a dream nigga
I'm just tryna keep it real nigga

It's just so many woman
It's just so many chains
It's just so many watches
It's just too many things
I want!

It's just so many trips
It's just so many bottles
It's just too many whips
It's just too many models
I want!

[Hook:]
All I want is money
Money, money, money
That's all I want
Big face hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred
That's all I want, that's all I want
That's all I want, that's all I want

[Verse 1:]
Not a day's goes by
It ain't on my mind
I ain't gon frunt
I ain't gon lie
I'd rather have an em
Than an empty pocket
If hundreds ain't in them
Them jeans ain't mine, I
I swear I won muthaf*cka
I'll never be a bum muthaf*cka
You talking about like it ain't about the money
You just sound like a dumb muthaf*cka
A house on the hill by the lake
All real niggas can relate
You tryna book me for free?
But my rent is due on today
A Better life is what we're after
Because every dream I gotta capture
I always knew that I would blow up one day
Like a nuclear reactor

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
From the cradle to a label
From decatur to the majors to papers, no more neighbors
I used to say I never cared about the money until I put food on my momma's table
Follow the trail
Could've been in jail
The way that I live
Could have been fatal
Must have had an angel
It's funny how I'm always on the screen
But as a teen I never had cable
But now I won it all
The world, the ladies, the whips
I took a fantasy and made it exist
No one ever handed a shit
We took what we had and made it this shit
That's just from the dust to the luxury
Being off in the cut, the cutlery
That's the gist, that's the summary
So if you feel how I'm feeling then f*ck with me!

[Hook]

[Bridge]

 

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One Day

[Hook:]
I know one day, I won't have to wait in line
I know one day, I'mma get keys to that new ride
I know one day I'll be fine
And I know one day I'll get mine
And I know one day, hell it might be Monday

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I remember thinking man I need a decent ride
And I would have to ask my momma for the keys to drive
With my brother riding in an old Cutlass
Black and mild whole roof busted
Well who knows maybe one day we'll have a little more
We'll finally shop somewhere else besides the corner store
My little sister say she gotta have a pair of Dior's
But right now they'll probably stop us before we hit the door
My Uncle say that's how it is where we come from
And if it weren't for bad luck, we wouldn't have none
Hard to tell the good days from the bad ones
If I could catch a shooting star then I would grab one
I'd grab one for real

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
I remember feelin' trapped and no I couldn't get out
And when they laid my momma of no it just didn't amount
I still remember how she looked when she walked into the house
But still she tried her best to show what was Christmas about
And if we wanted hot water we had to microwave it
And everyday the power cut off but we tolerate it
The thoughts of all the beats I lost because I forgot to save 'em
I'm screaming at me in the mirror like "I gotta make it!"
My teacher tryin' to get through to me because of my behaviour
I said "I got big dreams and I gotta chase 'em"
I never cared a damn thing about a college major
I only had one need, that was a lot of paper
But see I never had a thing but a lot of prayers
After school, open mic night, rockin' stages
It all started from a demo, to a limo
From a limo, to a Lambo
And all of this came up outta Decatur
Cos...

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
I used to dream about these days and the thing that I'd do
Had to get a new life, cos the old just won't do
I used to dream shades of grey, now the sky's shinin' blue
And everyday it feels like there's a way I can't lose

[Hook 2:]
Cos I knew one day, I wouldn't have to wait in line
I knew one day, I would get keys to that new ride
I knew one day I'd be fine
And I knew one day I'd get mine
And I knew one day, and not just Monday

 

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Paper Route

[Verse 1:]
You don't know who you f*cking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
And I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubbling
The type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the law
Or make the government come after me in public
Won't hear this on the radio, this here ain't for publishing
This ain't that bubble gum shit, no, this ain't that double mint
Consider this a risk, I swear I see 'em building pyramids brick by brick
They'll aim at everyone going against this shit
You don't believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks
It's like nobody else complains
Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain
Cube already told you, they corrupted everything
And we these out here just tryna function, tryna maintain

[Hook:]
A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
I pray in heaven ain't f*ck niggas ain't allowed
A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground
Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route

[Verse 2:]
And of course it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for Jordans
Can we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40
Is our views on reality kinda distorted
But still, even though I understand the story
I still fall weak for a booty that's proportionate
On the sexy short bitch, so what's the score?
Chilling with some red dogs, drinking white man's poison
Ah, now that's a forfeit
Selling what's for free for free, that's extortion
But still I'm wondering what family was present when history was recorded

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
You think you really know what's going on?
They passing laws where they can run up in your own home
Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone
The battery don't come out, that means it's always on
Smile and say cheese, yeah niggas got you
I told you f*ckers three years ago 'bout the watchers
If you won't take the microchip then you can't make no dollars
This ain't no lovely day for a neighbour, ain't no Mr Rodgers
Don't let these f*ckers rob us for our freedom and your rights
And you be like: "it's on the news so it must be right"
Who's pulling the strings? Who's rolling the dice?
Who's calling the shots and who's starting the fight?
Think twice...

[Hook]

 

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Ready

[Intro: Future]
Apply major pressure, my nigga...
You hear me?

[Chorus: Future]
Money on my mind, can't take it off that shit
Nigga got five different iPhones only pickin' up for that grip
Anytime they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready...
We just get ready...
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready...

[B.o.B]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
It's Ray Bans (Bans) and Freebandz - we gettin' money
while you hatin' (okay, okay, okay); we somewhere in Abu Dhabi
with Arabians (rrrah) and G5, and where my posse at?
It's outrageous (yeah), on that good Jamaican (hey, hey, hey)
That's right, I'm too faded, you two shady, I'm too greedy with two ladies
Excellence I'm exuberated, I'm finna smash like two potatoes
I don't give a f*ck, not even two maybes (na-da), I turn up/turnip on niggas like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily (what), that's my swag, you should pay me (okay)
Ain't that the truth? This my whip, ain't that the coupe?
Hustle Gang ain't that the squad, that bitch actin' like you gotta prove
While they out here catchin' feelings, I'mma catch a flight or two
I just give her major pressure while she gave me major WHOOOOO...

[Chorus]

[Future]
We just get ready...
Anytime they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready...

[B.o.B]
Okay, okay, okay, hey
Anything they wanna do (Bans), hell yeah I'm ready for it (okay)
Sexy bitch just throw that back (ay), hell yeah she ready for it (yeah)
They thought that the boy was stupid (what), now my shit they checkin' for it (yeah)
And your girl she addicted to it, I think that ho need metaphor (BANS)
All I heard is that boy a-pop, all I heard is that boy a-not
Top 5 on any list (okay), but I moved up about five slots
Some pass one, high as f*ck, I don't see nigga 'til I look down
Just turned my crib to the hookah spot
you are now welcome to the kush lounge (smoke it, smoke it, smoke it, smoke it)
So miss me with that f*ckery (f*ckery), girl come here with that suckery (do it)
Ham squad, Hustle Gang, that's that (Underground Luxury)
I don't mess with them fake type, I bet 'em all if it was up to me
Even if a bitch was a cashier, still she'll never get a buck from me
Hahaha

[Chorus]

 

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Throwback

[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
And throw that back (throw that back)
Don't be scared, bitch throw back
This dick right here is cleaner than a hypochondriac
Po' that yack, po' that yack
This flow, you know that's crack
This beat, you know that track
I put my city on, you be on the map
Two hands when she on, like a scooter
She told me she wish she knew me sooner
If I hit her with' a new maneuver
What she gon' do? Scream hallelujah!
Her eyes rollin', she gone
She gettin' in her zone
And when she gimme dat look
Then I'm a do whatever I want

[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]

[Bridge]
And throw that back, throw that back
Don't play bitch, throw that back [x2]

Throw that back, throw that back
Ba-ba-ba throw that back

Throw that back, throw that back
Don't play girl, throw that back

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Don't play with' it
I'm a lay in it
I'm a paint yo walls, I'm a spray in it
Never go licky licky with' my face in it
If it's country wood, then you takin' it
I said my chain so bright I'm a vacation in it
And you fake ass nigga ain't made of shit
I got a hundred fifty racks just to show up
You had to pay? Nigga I got paid to sit
I bet yo girl know me, a young nigga but I'm feelin' like a OG
Add a 'r' and a 'y', that's a orgy
I got her legs in the sky she gon' walk a bunch of life with no feet
She said her booty from the motherland
She started wobblin' and poppin' like a rubber band
I'm throwin' ten racks with my right
She told me grab her ass with' my other hand

[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I'm a pimp, did ya know that?
Bobby Ray finna throw that
And when I throw that, D I never hold back
Hoes lookin' for me like a Lo-Jack
'Ca-Cause she wanna ride it like she stole it
That camel toe, I'm finna poke it
She got her best friend with' her and we playin' hokey-pokey
She jus' tryna focus on this wood in this pine
Bow down to the wood like a shrine
I be the 6, you be the 9
That's the only time you'll be less than a dime
Girl it's showin' time
Time to stretch, time to whine
I wanna see you wind
I wanna put it on your mind when I see you grind
Give life to the death, give site to the blind
I wanna hit it from the back like "Aah-aah-aah!"

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Look
Go crazy to this, go crazy to this
Now I'm in the pipe cause you ain't f*ckin' her right
A nigga lazy as shit
They go crazy to this, I could go crazy to this
Soon as that song drop, that thong drop
Just shake that!

[Hook: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this [2x]

 

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Back Me Up

[Hook:]
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, yea

[Verse 1:]
Everywhere I plant my feet, everybody know 'bout me nigga
I ain't gotta say one word, I ain't gotta show ID nigga
Back when I was in 10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm Bobby Bands, I do that
Private jet I flew that
40K I threw that
A quarter pound, I blew that
It sounds crazy but it ain't nothing it
She a freak but I already knew it
She looked at me and said I'm yo biggest fan
I told her if it's real then tattoo it
Every day I wake up, smoking like Jamaicans
Like an occupation, this is so outrageous
Head so good I makein' Bill Cosby faces
Giving that good and like the middle wafers
Free to the carpet, into the office
Then to the closet, many different flavors
Someone said my love you're called a label
And tell em hurry up with the paper

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Yea, look
You niggas tryna act like B.o.B ain't go
Man, stop that shit
That's 50000$ Alpaca
You gotta block that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm f*ckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that uhm
Like that huh
Take a second, let me get it right back huh
They was hopin' I'd probably fall off, right?
But all I feel was them haters on my back, yeah
I ain't even got no genre
But this ganja gives contact, yeah
Well how the hell they gon' call us the rap game
When most of yall niggas can't rap
Most of yall niggas so whack
Most of yall ain't got, most of yall ain't got no swag
Most of yall bad, most of yall niggas so flaw
And all real niggas know that
Cause see this is not necessarily based on dexterity
Cause the things they tellin' me is I'm good as I'll ever be
I'm good as I'll ever be
In the hood I'm incredibly understood cause it's definitely in my blood
I'mma paint off you nigga

[Hook x2]

 

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Coastline

[Verse 1:]
Why do we all want all the things that we can't have at all
Eyes to the sky, but where do you look when the sky starts to fall
I look at my life, wondering how did I travel this far
Stuck in the sand, lost in the dessert, I'm trapped in the storm
In search of a shore lost in the dessert, I'm searching for more
In search of a shore trapped in the dessert, still searching for more
In search of a shore lost in the dessert, I'm trapped in the storm
I look at my life, wondering how did I travel this far

[Hook:]
Maybe I'm blind by human desire, human design
Just a little bit further till I arrive
Or is it just a mirage fooling my mind
How foolish am I, how foolish am I
How foolish am I, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2:]
Why am I here in the same club with my back to the wall?
Speeding through life just to end up running back to the start
Backward and forward in every direction, disaster's in store
Like I'm stranded at sea, it feels like the end but I know that there's more
Still I'm searching for shore, stuck out at sea and I'm searching for more
In search of a shore, stranded at sea but I'm searching for more
In search of a shore, stuck out at sea and I'm trapped in a storm
I look at my life, wondering how did I travel this far

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Born under the view of the eye
The world can be ruthless, foolish and blind
Abracadabra, illusion and lies
Fed food to consume and influence the mind
Sacrificial executions disguised as
Shootings and crimes, the news televises
Who pulls the strings? Who has the dots?
Asking these questions I lose track of time
So I ask, how human am I?

[Hook]

 

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Wide Open

[Hook]
Bust it wide open, let you see what I'm workin with [x4]

[Verse 1]
If you knew better you'd do better
Tell me who's better, nobody home
Could be my body on yo body ho
I'mma sit back and watch yo body go
Hit you from the back like a 4 by 4
Dick so big, call it 4 by 4
Smack on that ass like I know that ho
Wutchu lookin at? Girl you know me, ho it's me
It's me, so bust it open for me
This everything that you dreamed of
I'm finna put that ass to sleep
Yea on me, on me
This everything that you need
And you about to lose the dang girl
I'mma give you that good D
Yea that D

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Cheyah I bought the Rarri, I'mma park the Rari
I pull up then I start to party
I'm takin hoes and I'm not sorry
I'm not sorry
On my label, I'm top priority
I'm yo main bitch top priority
She talkin bout she wanna stop and admire this
I'm like we finna go the hardest
She hittin high notes like a gospel artist
Suck a bitch tittie like my cock retarded
I pop that pussy like a Glock 40
Pop pop that pussy like a Glock 40, Glock 40
For me, for me
Yea bust it open for me
This everything that you dreamed of
I'm finna put that ass to sleep
Girl tonight

[Hook]

Like a Glock 40, Glock 40
Like a Glock 40, Glock 40
Like a Glock 40, Glock 40
Like a Glock 40, Glock 40

 

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FlyMuthaF*cka

[Verse 1]
Niggas don't like when you fly as f*ck
But I'm fly as f*ck
When they see my face they be lighting up, up
They be lookin til their hair gets stuck
When they comin out their socks and such
Who'd do it how I do it hah? Nobody does
Can I have swag without being stopped for it?
I board 1st class, ye ain't even lookin at my boarding pass
Til ya find out who I was
Now you want a photograph, a photograph
Haters on my back, like some shoulder pads
Nigga finna snap like a quarterback
Yea they know I'm fly but they hope I crash, hope I crash

[Hook]
If anybody else got something to say
Get in line, motherf*cker
I swear to God I'm always on a hater's mind
Don't know why, I guess it's
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Fly muthaf*cka, Fly muthaf*cka
I swear I'm always on a hater's mind
Don't know why, I guess it's
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
Fly muthaf*cka
Okay now watch me fly, mothaf*cka
I swear I'm always on a hater's mind
Don't know why, I guess it's
Cuz I'm a Fly muthaf*cka
I'm a Fly muthaf*cka

[Verse 2]
Fly, fly, that nigga so fly
Y'all niggas so weak
Y'all niggas just blah
They don't understand
Cuz you're just so blind
I do this for the days
When I had just enough to get by
Now I got more than enough to get by
But I got more than enough on my mind
Just lost a loved one the other night
Just got home and another one died
I don't even have the tears to cry
Tryna find gold in a diamond mine
Cuz diamonds are harder and harder to find
Ain't no one left for me to call
Ain't no more numbers on my line
Tell me how high must I climb
You f*ck niggas stay on line
But I don't really have the time
I don't really have the time

[Hook x2]

 

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HeadBand

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Already got one rolled up in my left hand
Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband
Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands
This shit I'm on, better than the next strand
Than the next strand, better than the next strand
She head down, booty poppin' in a handstand
I shine bright, I'll give your girl a slight tan
I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man
I don't even understand why she'd ever want a man
If she ever throw it, I'll catch it like a cornerback
Like like a cornerback, that's an interception
You think I give a f*ck? That's a misconception
Oh, what a night, oh, what a night
The roof is on fire, so what, I'm high?
Oh, what a night, oh, what a night
Yeah, she a bad bitch, all jokes aside

[Hook: B.o.B]
Aye, look at baby over there
Wassup? Lil' mama come here
She started talking, but I really couldn't hear her
'Til she started dancin' like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
Like she do it in the mirror
She broke it down, started movin' like Shakira
Like she do it in the mirror
I chop one, chop two, chop that ass down
Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
All I want you to do is just drop that ass down
Drop, drop that ass down, uh, now look back at it

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
(2 Chainz)
Whistling Dixie
In middle school I was getting head on a ten-speed
Gigolo bloodline, pimping hereditary
Black on 28s, it remind me of February
Bet you could f*ck with me, that would be Neveruary
Dead-ass rappers should've came with a cemetery
I am so cold, nigga like Ben & Jerry
Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary
My vision blurry, these bitches flirting
I've been drinking all night, I think my kidney's hurting (damn)
So I close the curtains on the 62
Her ass'll knock your ass out, you'd better stick and move (true)
Chain hang to my ding-a-lang
Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-lang
To do a threesome, you've got to intervene
Her legs so sexy when I'm in between

[Hook: B.o.B]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
She do it like she do it in the mirror
Be cautious, the booty is bigger than it appear
She speed it up and slow it down like she's switching gears
I'm lookin' for the baddest one here
I tell her like do that there, do that there
You've got to stretch it out, girl, move that there
She bent it over, touched her toes when she took that there
Like hut-one, hut-two, girl, who back there?
Who back there? I'm back there
I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
Picture-perfect body, that's a Kodak there
Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat's there
I'm like oh, what a night, oh, what a night
The roof is on fire, so what, I'm high?
I'm like oh, what a night, oh, what a night
That's a bad bitch, all jokes aside

[Hook: B.o.B]

 

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John Doe

[Intro: Priscilla Renea]
Seems like your heart stops working
The minute they close the curtain
And take off your mask
And take off your costume
And if anyone asks you're taking a small break
Drinking some coffee
But everyone knows what you're doing
Seems like the bus moves slower
Just cause you got somewhere to go
So you take a few pills in Beverly Hills
But if anyone asks you've got a prescription
You got an addiction
Who do you think that you're fooling

[Hook: Priscilla Renea]
John Doe, I just want the John I know
Once you put the drinks on hold
Maybe you could come back home
John Doe, ooh oh oh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh
Oooh oh oh ohooh oooh

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Errybody's addicted to something
Errybody gotta grip onto something
Even if it's just the feel too responsible to feel maybe once, maybe twice
Maybe hundreds of times, hundreds of times
Without it, it's just harder to function at times
You race to the bottom of every single bottle
As if there was someone or something to find
You're struggling in your mind
And you tell yourself lie after lie
'Til you get to the point where it's no longer private
That people that you work with noticed the signs
When you walk in the room
It gets noticeably quiet
So you break up the silence, you say you've been at the gym
But the way look, can't blame on the diet
So what you hiding?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Yeah, I've probably had too many things
Smashed too many freaks
Had too much to drop me
Had too much to drink
Left the club, ended up in custody
Random drug test, passed it luckily
My girl broke up wit' me cause she walked in suddenly
With a woman up under me
I told her "Wait!
It ain't what it look like!
I must've slip and fell, clumsy me!"
Well, at least I admit it, cause the worst you could do
Is to do it and not be man enough to say that you did it
That's just how you prevent it, well I ain't no different
I love all the money, the fame
And the parties with beautiful women
I spend so much time as an underground artist
Cause I was afraid to succumb to the business
And what I'd become
But that what you'd judge I become
The path with the greatest resistance
That's how the tables can turn when they pivot
And change you perspective and flip your entire position
My whole life I've been dying to wish and to live and experience
Everything possible
When I told 'em my dreams, they just said they ain't logical
Now, I can see it - it's optical (optical)

[Hook]

 

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Cranberry Moonwalk

[Hook]
If we gon smoke gotta do it out a jar
If we gon ride gotta drop the top on the car
I pull over to the side, you don't mind if I play my guitar
We're just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are
Oh cranberry moon walk
Cranberry moon walk

[Verse 1]
This shit amazing, 17 chips gotta calculate it
Paid for tuition, that's a graduation
Killin through the presidents, that's assassination
Uh I smoke a half, I make her
Bang that bitch and her baby make up
Look, I ain't no baby maker
She was hanging so tight I had to amputate her like uh
I got shit to do
Ball up, pour up, twist a few
But hey I've been runnin this shit so long
I'mma f*ck around and blow out a hit or two
Like uh, that's a workout
Can twerk so hard, she can twerkout
And I swear this freak bitch ride my wave so long
She know how to surf now

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'm throwin that long back at yo baby mama
I'm smoking that alien, I call that Osama
I got my own lane but I ain't got no genre
I'm shittin on niggas, you might need a plunger
Uh, no I ain't no worries
No drummer, no drama, no drummer, no drama
Uh and I'm whippin that Rari
E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda
And we deep like 300
From the east side, yes I keep it 100
Go and my weed hydroponic
That chronic That chronic That chronic That chronic
Smoke!
Anything you done did
Yes I've done it I've done it I've done it I've done it
And they think that they do but don't want it don't want it don't want it don't want it

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]
Watch me put in work
Yea I put in work
Got these niggas mad
'Cause I get it first
Get yo feelings hurt
Bet yo feelings hurt
Got these niggas mad
When they see that work

[Hook]

Uh and I'm whippin that Rari
E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda
[x2]

 

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Nobody Told Me

[Hook 1:]
I guess I bit off more than I could chew
And nobody told me, nobody told me
Had it all and never knew
Cuz nobody told me

[Hook 2:]
Nobody told me money don't make you rich
And if it did, I'm missing something
Nobody told me you can lose when you win
And if they did, I'd still be missing

[Verse 1:]
Who knew that this much success will make it so hard
But that's to accept the fact that I can't go back where I left
And back track my steps, back track my steps
The records I dropped, so massive, so large
It makes it hard for hip-hop to digest
The things that I do, I guess if it's true
Well f*ck it, a nigga too good to be the best
Too good to be the best, too good to be stressed
Cuz this the type of life, too good to regret
You know money don't buy you no respect
Nigga no respect, nigga no respect yea
So what the hell is that?
I'm tryna recreate the past that I never had
And smash grills I could never smash
And live fantasies that'll never last

[Hook 1 & 2]

[Verse 2:]
I ran away from home just to try to make a million
Yea, just to try to make a million
And when you get a million it's a different type of feeling
When you look around and what you really need is missing
It's like, it's like I'm suffering from a sickness
And can't find a doctor to fill out the prescription
Or diagnose the illness
Can't leave it in the book, can't buy from the dealer
And I find that ironic
Yeah, I find that ironic
How I can buy anything that I ever wanted
But I really had it all when I ain't have nothing
They always say that mo money, mo problems
I guess I, I guess I should've listened to the warning
I guess I, I guess I should anticipate the stormy weather
I guess I'd illustrate it if it's good but however
Well if it's clever
I couldn't find the words to say it better
I'm knee-deep within these endeavors
But all that glitters with gold is not treasure
I'm ready for whatever, I never let er
I work even better when I'm under pressure
They say money don't make you rich
Cuz you can't buy shit that can make you better, word

[Hook 2 & 1]

 

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Forever

[Hook: B.o.B]
Nothing is forever easy
Nothing is forever easy
Nothing is forever easy
So 'till I die I'll be forever livin'

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Started with my pockets slim
(Started with my pockets slim)
Now I got a lot of M's
They see me and they know it's him
Oh they oh they know it's him
I'm so high I don't even get high no more
I'm so fly I don't even let it down no more
I'm so out there I'm going up no more
Niggas still hate and I don't even know why no more

[Bridge: B.o.B]
I don't know why, I don't know why
These niggas lame and I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why
We ain't the same and I don't know why

[Hook: B.o.B]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Motherf*ck your opinion, show you where you can stick it
I swear they worse than these bitches, all these niggas got feelings
They say I got too many women, I'm just keepin it pimpin
The way she mastered that P, I guess she keep it no limit
Now watch get in it, super gold ceiling, smoking on ignorant
Me, I'm so different, I just stand out, these niggas be blending in
They say I'm too hot, they say I'm too hood, now that's a predicament
But as you can see the path that I'm on, success is just imminent
But at least I know I'm gonna learn
And I know I know I got my work
You see these niggas out there and they sho is lurkin
Cuz this life ain't fair and it sure ain't perfect

[Bridge & Hook: B.o.B]

[Verse 3: Playboy Tre]
Yeah, everybody talk like they so cold
But when this shit jump off they ain't cares no more
I'm a white French like east side bro
And all my black friends you know them
They be like f*ck them lyin' ass hoes
Maybe ask for double
So why they hatin I don't have a clue
Nigga's wanna brag about money?
Guess what nigga, we got money too
Tre boy, Playboy
You can call me Christmas dad
And if yo freak wanna try to jump down
Imma keep puffin that lilly pad

[Bridge & Hook: B.o.B]

 

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We Still In This Bitch

[Hook]
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

[Verse 1]
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the f*ckin hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, And the flow so cold, ain't nothin but some bad bitches in my clique
Wassup Eastside?
We in this bitch
They think they seein me, but they ain't seen shit
Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows, wanna take my pic
Yeah, we can do this here all night, can't tell me nothin can't tell me shit
All in my zone, all on my own
Open that pack, Rollin that strong
And we still up in this, won't turn down, won't go home

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - T.I.]
I got big wheels on my ride
Spent bout 6 mills on my ride
You catch me swervin all over your side of town bumpin bitch don't kill my vibe
Don't blow my hide just blow my guy
I'm so paid I'm so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin circles in the air, of that purple
Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy dont make me hurt you
You want trouble, I got plenty
How you want it, full or semi
I'm so rich so all that f*ck boy shit you kickin don't offend me
Don't get killed off in this bitch
I spit mills all in this shit
Boy it's been 11 years of this shit
Look at me now still in this bitch
I stand tall no cant fall
You pussy ass niggas can't touch it g
See me don't speak ain't nothin g
I'm in my zone nigga don't f*ck with me AYE

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Juicy J]
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin for a nigga that's ballin so tonite might be her night
You know me
I stay stuntin low key
I threw tuition at onyx
Flip money fast lil sonny rich nigga I speak Ebonics
Gotta new car I paid cash
Gotta new crib with a weed lab
Crisp bills I need that
F*ck your team where the freaks at
Hundred deep in VIP niggas always hatin
I came in with a bunch of goons and I'm leavin out with this lady
I got your boo in my Bugatti she bout to swallow my babies
My system loud my weed loud no hair clippers I'm faded TRIPPY

[Hook]