Fabolous - Summertime Shootout 3: Coldest Summer Ever Lyrics
Cold Summer
You ever have a cold in the summer?
That shit be the worse
It gets better though
How they turn a top dog to an underdog
It's a cold world even in the summer, dawg
Like a hunnid missed calls in my number log
I talk to God 'fore I talk to people from them blogs
Gotta see through it when it's thick as London fog
I'm from the city baby, I done grew up under smog
Not to bring up old shit, I'm not a plunger, dawg
No dalmatian but I come through with a hunnid, dawg
And they don't bark, they bite
Let it spark, they might
Gotta walk straight, right?
Turn the dark to daylight
Let 'em talk, they right
In your heart, stay light
Play your part, stay tight
Bosses park where they like
Don't you let them trick you out your spot and put that guy on
Rather cut 'em off and let a bygone be a bygone
When you ballin', you that nigga that they got they eye on
So I think I know just how it feel to be a Zion
Bussin' out sneakers, swingin' on rims
Being number 1, bringing on M's
Hope the Knicks get him, I'ma bring him Timbs
Tell 'em lace his boots, I'ma give a king some gems
Like look, you the great hope and a scapegoat
You gon' have to make quotes and take notes
And some can't take smoke so they may choke
But those who learn to make boats, stay afloat
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
Devil tryna take ya soul from ya
Callin' but he got my old number
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
Devil tryna take ya soul from ya
Callin' but he got my old number
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
I'm chillin' for the whole summer
No feelings for the whole summer
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
I'm chillin' for the whole summer
No feelings for the whole summer
The media promoting fake, they just stampin' and shit
You don't wanna see us beef then stop ampin' this shit
They was giving Meek an L, said he wouldn't prevail
Next thing you know that boy was in a championship
So everyday I'm goin' in, I'm on some vampire shit
And every night I'm in my bag like I'm campin' and shit
The trenches that we grew up in need to know you can win
So you see me in my hood on my champion shit
See a minor setback, breed a major get back
If I lose it ain't over, I be yelling bet back
I come from where they take it, you might never get back
Gotta shoutout New Jersey, y'all won't get the Nets back
Play for keeps 'round here, Prada's deep 'round here
Shooters creep 'round here, hard to sleep 'round here
Life cheap 'round here, Grim Reap' 'round here
Spilled milk get wiped up, we don't weep 'round here
We just goin' harder, we raisin' sons and growin' daughters
Came a long way and workin' on going farther
Grew up not knowing fathers, seeing no one bother
But know my story gets better 'cause I know the author
Keep readin' it's a comeback story
I told her that if you leave don't ever come back shawty
I be sayin' word to mother, she the one that taught me
Karma is a bitch who hoes around and come back for me
Cold
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
Devil tryna take ya soul from ya
Callin' but he got my old number
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
Devil tryna take ya soul from ya
Callin' but he got my old number
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
I'm chillin' for the whole summer
No feelings for the whole summer
Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's gon' be a cold summer
I'm chillin' for the whole summer
No feelings for the whole summer
I just feel like life is hot and cold
Ups and downs, back and forth
Wins and losses
It's gon' be some sunshine and it's gon' be some rain
When it rain, it pours
But ask yourself, can you weather the storm until the sun shines again?
Writer: John Jackson, Abraham Orellana
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
B.O.M.B.S.
Back on my bullshit
Back to back on my bullshit
Matter fact, that was bullshit
I'm goin' back to back to back on my bullshit
Do it one time, they gon' think it's luck
Gotta hit 'em with the repeat
Do it two times, they gon' still doubt
Ayy, now I got a three-peat
Gotta flood the streets 'til they knee deep
Gotta stay woke, can't be 'sleep
All this fly shit don't be cheap
All these bad bitches that we keep 'round
Pockets gotta be deep now
Never lose again, live in me, deep down
Gotta keep winning, it's a clean sweep now
Tell her, "Back it up", you hear three beeps now
Big truckload, bitch
Call me Greek Freak, big bucks lil' bitch
Paid in full, Lil' Ace, Lil Mitch
You a R.I.C.O., lower case, you a snitch
Not from Chicago but too shy to speak
Ask, "Where's Waldo?" I'm too hide and seek
Move like cargo, I do fly every week
Princes in Lagos, Dubai with sheikhs
Everywhere I go, new vibes to freak
Told her I'm Drago, you Apollo Creed
Far as hot cars go, you guys to me
I'm Murcielago and you dry your feet, nigga
I'm that ball in the hood
New Lamb' truck got the ball in the hood
Black and red lookin' like the boss of the hood
Twenty threes on it, got the ball sittin' good
This game 6, this can't miss
Shootin' my shot, wrist hang, swish
Ice my shit like I just sprained this
Millie, plain Jane and that bitch stainless
Look, money talk, shorty talkin' this language
Buy her a car, she gon' switch lanes quick
I got shut up money, I don't explain shit
Do you wanna boss up or just change shifts?
Pretty little joint and she gets things lit
Baby got a crew on some Rich Gang shit
PNB and Meek muzzled the same bitch
If you look in her eyes, man, that shit's dangerous, on God
On the gang, on bros
No bullshit, you the one, D. Rose
Pass me Pippen, the long nose
Then it's game over, the horn blows
This the last shot
You tryna be on the team or be the mascot?
Wanna be the First Lady or the last thot?
I'm paying Dwayne Wade but I flash knots, whoa
I thought you could've been Jordan
Found out that you wasn't even Ben Gordon
Next one get flew out, I'm keepin' 'em boardin'
Like Toni Kukoc, I'm foreign importin', yeah
I cannot bullshit on none of y'all
I got a bullseye on some of y'all
I feel like Michael in '95
Back on my bullshit this summer, y'all
Writer: Alan Parsons, Eric Norman Woolfson, John Jackson, Nicholas Warwar, Tarik Azzouz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Talk to Me Nicely
Lil' fish
Keep a bad bitch talkin' to me nicely
Only f*ck expensive hoes if they pricey
Make a movie on that hoe, that's a Spike Lee
Feel like Fable, think she like me
Big bag, bitch bad
Got her ridin' on that dick, Six Flags
Switchin' lanes, spin past
Gimme brain, bitch bad
Yuh
The last nigga you was f*ckin' was a wannabe
I know you would fell in love when you start f*ckin' me
Count a milli all alone, don't want no company
Bitch, I'm a boss, you gotta come to me
And shawty wanna live that fast life
I'm f*ckin' with you, better act right
Put some shit all on your wrist, look like a flashlight
So when I want some pussy, please don't make me ask twice
Give me head on a yacht
In the air, on a jet, give me that twat
Ain't got not time to spend, but I been spendin' a lot
No selfies in my bathroom, you makin' it hot, woah
Keep a bad bitch talkin' to me nicely
Only f*ck expensive hoes if they pricey
Make a movie on that hoe, that's a Spike Lee
Feel like Fable, think she like me
Big bag, bitch bad
Got her ridin' on that dick, Six Flags
Switchin' lanes, spin past
Gimme brain, bitch bad
Yeah, I'm just a sniper with a rifle, baby
You out here lookin' like the type of girl you wife up, baby
I got a trip to Paris for a couple nights with baby
She gotta make it stand taller than an Eiffel, baby
If you workin' for me, I'ma boss your life up, baby
Have you flexin' on your ex, bein' spiteful, baby
F*ck with me, I keep them goofies out your cypher, baby
I could spot the back-stabbers 'fore they pick the knife up, baby
Yeah, she say, "Talk to me nice, yeah
Or don't talk to me twice, no, no"
But they still gon' fall through, yeah, yeah
Like they walked on thin ice
They know the f*ckin' vibes
Keep a bad bitch talkin' to me nicely
Only f*ck expensive hoes if they pricey
Make a movie on that hoe, that's a Spike Lee
Feel like Fable, think she like me
Big bag, bitch bad
Got her ridin' on that dick, Six Flags
Switchin' lanes, spin past
Gimme brain, bitch bad
Whip fast, zip past
Give me neck up in that foreign, whiplash
Trips cash, wrist glass
That designer get a wave, drip, splash
Yeah, fire mami keep it spicy
Yeah, so cool, I keep her icy
Yeah, livin' fastly, never feisty
Yeah, keep it shine, never shiesty, yeah
Keep a bad bitch talkin' to me nicely
Only f*ck expensive hoes if they pricey
Make a movie on that hoe, that's a Spike Lee
Feel like Fable, think she like me
Big bag, bitch bad
Got her ridin' on that dick, Six Flags
Switchin' lanes, spin past
Gimme brain, bitch bad
That-that-that, that-that that be Maaly Raw
Writer: Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Jamaal Henry, Robert Williams, John Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Cap
808 Mafia
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Put some pep in your step, you got cap in your rap
Boy, you broke, boy, you broke, and you not allowed to trap
Got a big bankroll, got a hundred on my lap
Got a big bankroll, I can't fit it on my lap
I mix Gucci, Valentino, say you mix it, then it's cap
Acting stingy with that pussy, I'ma give that bitch a stack
When these drugs rinse down, I'ma turn up to the max
When these drugs rinse down, I'ma turn up to the max
I done put ten bands on the booty, I
Spent ten bands up in Louis, I
Went on a date for the coochie, I
Seen her fall in love with a goofy, yeah
Go to Texas, sip lean like I'm Bun B (uh)
Strip club, make a hundred bands up in one week (uh)
Seen a grown bitch shake her ass in a onesie (uh)
How you talkin' cash but not seen with no money?
Say you gettin' money, that's salary cap
Drip no good, that's style from the tap
I can see through every smile, every dap
Snitch ass nigga go to trial and recap
Bitch-ass-ness at an all time high
Ain't a big face, you a small time guy
Bad bitch 'round, she on all timelines
No video but we call time fly
Amiri jeans came, army fatigue laid
Came from Delta, now I'm ridin' a PJ
Why you playin'? I need bands like DJ
Don't believe rumors, they know that we straight (yeah)
I smoke out my hotel with my broad
If she don't f*ck, then she gotta pay for that charge
Put some pep in your step, you got cap in your rap
Boy, you broke, boy, you broke, and you not allowed to trap
Got a big bankroll, got a hundred on my lap
Got a big bankroll, I can't fit it on my lap
I mix Gucci, Valentino, say you mix it, then it's cap
Acting stingy with that pussy, I'ma give that bitch a stack
When these drugs rinse down, I'ma turn up to the max
When these drugs rinse down, I'ma turn up to the max
Yeah, young nigga cap, new era
Put it to the side of your cap, New Era
Had to get it right 'cause I made a few errors
All the bullshit in my rearview mirror
Cam in the dash, no rearview mirror
If the money talk, I'ma hear you clearer
Pretty brown skin, lookin' like the new Lira
Shawty timeless, it don't matter who era
2019 open doors for the kid
Rolls truck cold, got doors like a fridge
No lies told, it's a fact where I live
Brooklyn team wear black where I live
Niggas don't play but we ball like Nets
Team 'bout green so we ball like Jets
Big diamonds so we ball like Mets
Been doin' this so we all like vets (yeah)
I came up, I'm the captain of the team now
Step my game up, no cappin' on the team now (yeah)
Shit so vivid, I be rapping like a freestyle
They don't even live it, they be rapping what they see now
Put some pep in your step, you got cap in your rap
Boy, you broke, boy, you broke, and you not allowed to trap
Got a big bankroll, got a hundred on my lap
Got a big bankroll, I can't fit it on my lap
I mix Gucci, Valentino, say you mix it, then it's cap
Acting stingy with that pussy, I'ma give that bitch a stack
When these drugs rinse down, I'ma turn up to the max
When these drugs rinse down, I'ma turn up to the max
808 Mafia
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Writer: Darrell Jackson, Dwan Avery, Durk Banks, John Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gone for the Summer
Blunts full of smoke, clips in the ashtray
Reminiscing on our past days
Back before a nigga went cold
Back before a nigga sold his soul
The grass is way greener, on the other side
The cash is way greener, over here where I reside
Soon as the summer come around I'm gon' make sure you see me
Said I'ma make sure you see me
But for now
Shouldn't you be
Gone
Gone for the winter
Gone for the winter
Shouldn't you be
Gone
Gone for the winter
Gone for the winter
Ain't that what the birds do
(The summers ours and the winter too)
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch I'm heading to the bank
(That's that's that's just what it feels like)
Ain't that what the birds do
(The summers ours and the winter too)
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch I'm heading to the bank
(That's that's that's just what it feels like)
Hit the scene sippin' lean, Give a f*ck 'bout what you
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
My ears to the streets, I hear your ass when you mumble
They say you can't do it cause the last nigga fumble
As soon as you make it out, you get asked to be humble, waah
Head high, middle finger higher
My youngin' don't rap but that little nigga fire
Like Ray Allen in game 6, when James missed
Then Bosh tapped it to him
You know what had happened to 'em, swish
It's all about a swish
Know a nigga who would, you ain't even gotta wish
It's more in the sea and I done had a lot of fish
How she act when you ain't up will tell a lot about a bitch
Cause eagles don't fly with pigeons, they way higher
All wings flap but you gotta stay flyer
Niggas broke as a joke, sitting laughin' together
I started cheesin' after I turned my craft into chedder
I ran from the worst, chasing after the better
Life is a bitch, I knew right after I met her
So what you have-nots know about having knots?
Love for a hater only thing I haven't got
Shouldn't you be
Gone
Gone for the winter
Gone for the winter
Shouldn't you be
Gone
Gone for the winter
Gone for the winter
Ain't that what the birds do
(The summers ours and the winter too)
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch I'm heading to the bank
(That's that's that's just what it feels like)
Ain't that what the birds do
(The summers ours and the winter too)
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch I'm heading to the bank
(That's that's that's just what it feels like)
You know I get around baby, that's just how the life be
I like a couple towns but you know my city wifey
And I ain't spent a month at home, still be in my comfort zone
F*ck asking for a seat, you gotta come for thrones
Kings don't speak English we speak Kinglish
I scoop a chick from Queensbridge, she coming back a Queen bitch
Think BIG and Kim, not think bigger than them
Everybody wanna shine, gotta give these niggas a gym
Never stressed of lil' things, like a hater
That's something that comes when you eatin', like a waiter
Live from the 718
It's the kid that always get the shoes early, I never run late
You see I big up the flows, everyword is capital
I killed all them hoes, I'm the murder capital
I'm the name they bring up that they think their bird is flappin' to
You the name that usually comes behind, "word what happened to"
Hah, y'all old washed niggas
Was the man now your all no washed nigga
That's why I'm on one like old Goerge Wash nigga
If t's one they gotta chse it like John Walsh nigga
I'm gone
If you [?] that you not getting somebody's [?]
Them say ooh God bless no man never curse
Them say love yourself or you can't love nobody at all
If you ain't a hater, put your hands in the air right now
Represent, represent
Came through in '98, and I've been reppin' since
These cats ain't real, just found out they leopard print
Cause they always talk shit then ask you for peppermints
Well, I can smell a hate on your breath
And I'm all out of Tic Tacs
All I got is click-clack
Put it to your mouth just like Cutti did to Anthony
I tried to a friend mother f*cker, you under handed me
Lucky this is personal and God got a plan for me
Cause I handle my business, never let my business handle me
Saying your name could do more for you than it can for me
You give niggas and they forget your philanthropy
You don't have a penny till your name Anfernee
Don't ever bite the hand that feed you and then stick out your hand for me
We don't base, we throw niggas in the truck for real
Chase you out the hood, make you live with uncle Phil
Champagne every night, I done drunk a mil
Yeah, now that's money wasted
But now it's kinda hard for me to buy Ace
'Specially when I just seen Hov buy Ace
Moves, time to make moves
No more jab steps, those is fake moves
Gotta make it happen, no time for what may work
My plan B's another way to make my plan A work
I dot the job myself and I'm still boss
You was in a win-win and you still lost
From Young OG to Young O'Genius
This is vintage shit, I don't think you young hoes seen this
I funeral shit, y'all shoulda brung more Kleenex
Even my junior ballin, yeah my sun so phoenix
Threw stones in the cross, call my young o Jesus
Foreign car work, hope you brung your visas, nigga
I tossed pies, flung those pizzas
My lady a work of art, call her a young Mo Lisa
Writer: VELOUS, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ, JAHAAN SWEET, JOHN JACKSON, LEE ERWIN, TED CREECH, TERRELL ROBERTS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC
Seasons Change
(Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind)
(Renegade, Renegade, Renegade)
Cruisin' down on Biscayne with her, ayy
She ain't f*ckin' with no lame
She let me f*ck her in the summer, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her
Tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Tryna see if it's the same, ayy, yeah
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her, ayy
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her, ayy
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her
Yeah, the reasons change like seasons change, yeah
If money talks, then please explain, yeah
It's more than words that we exchange, yeah
You wanna ride? It can be arranged, yeah
That thing wetter than Key Biscayne, yeah
And I deliver like a piece of chain
I came through drippin' like she's a drain
And I'm drippin' in ice like freezin' rain, yeah
Busy tonight, ain't gotta work tomorrow (work tomorrow)
Come take it easy, you've been workin' hard (workin' hard)
What if I said you ain't gotta twerk at bars?
You could quit tonight and call your boss and jerk them all (jerk them all)
Would it still be the same with her?
You know it's hard to get her back once the game get her
Add the hustle, trips, and watches too, the swag
Gotta shout out to the single ladies faithful to that bag
Tory, what we doin'?
Cruisin' down on Biscayne with her, ayy
She ain't f*ckin' with no lame
She let me f*ck her in the summer, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her
Tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Tryna see if it's the same, ayy, yeah
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her, ayy
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her, ayy
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her
They was cuffin' all winter, now they single in the summer
Everybody booed up, they were singin' in the summer
I ain't goin' back and forth with you niggas in the summer
Got me in my feelings like Shiggy in the summer
I found out Kiki didn't love me, she ain't been ridin'
She just been hidin', Sprinter door slidin' (slidin')
That's how she bumped into her other dude
And now her other dude see her with another dude
And her other dude cool with her another dude
I won't even talk about the other other dude (other dude)
This some She's Gotta Have It shit
Some Nola and her niggas Thanksgiving savage shit
Some Russell Westbrook triple-double average shit
But for me to give a shit I gotta have the shit (have the shit)
Thought I had you but I had to learn
I ain't have you, I just had my turn, yeah
Cruisin' down on Biscayne with her, ayy
She ain't f*ckin' with no lame
She let me f*ck her in the summer, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her
Tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Tryna see if it's the same, ayy, yeah
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her, ayy
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her, ayy
Just tryna see if it's the same, ooh
Just tryna see if it's the same with her
(Summer, summer, summertime)
Writer: Alton Dameron Taylor, Bryan Stephen Johnson, Claydes Eugene Smith, Craig Bryon Simpkins, Daystar Peterson, Dennis Thomas, George Melvin Brown, John David Jackson, Lamar Hula Mahone, Richard Allen Westfield, Robert Earl Bell, Robert Spike Mickens, Ronald N. Bell, Willard C. Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bae Dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming (DJ Lavish Lee)
Got me reminiscing
Last night was a workout, we did ten positions
She be squatting down, do it with a mission
Talking hardcore, Lil' Kim edition, yeah
Then she wipe me down like she doin' dishes, yeah
Said, "Don't let me catch you with them goofy bitches," yeah
Said, "Let's take a shot," that '42 is vicious, yeah
Look me in my eyes, you know I'm superstitious, yeah
Seven years of bad sex if you look away
Can't look down at it, gotta look away
She bad at home and a good look away
Pass her somethin' so nice, had to look away, ah
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming (yeah, look)
Okay, look, starin' at my girl through these Cartiers, bae watch, huh
Plus I can't tell the time on my bae watch
Watch out, my pockets deeper than a Crockpot, huh
Watch out, she tryna f*ck me on the spot, spot
Speed off in a drop-top, creep out with a thot thot
Suck it 'til your jaw lock, suck it like a cough drop
If it ain't 'bout no money, sorry, call drop
Call drop
Yeah, bae dreamin', stay schemin'
Shawty stay in Neiman, call, stay for the weekend
She my Puerto Rican mami
Ayy, I'ma eat her like butter pecan, mami, yeah
Okay, look
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming
Bae dreamin', stay schemin', yeah
Bae dreamin', stay schemin', yeah
Bae dreamin', stay schemin', yeah
Bae dreamin', stay schemin', yeah
Bae dreamin', stay schemin', yeah (thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming)
Bae dreamin', stay schemin', yeah (thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming)
Bae dreamin', stay schemin', yeah (thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming)
Bae dreamin', stay schemin' (thinkin' 'bout my baby, I be bae dreaming)
Writer: Marcus London, Rayshawn Bennett, John Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Mind
Hitmaka!
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (mind, oh)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (yeah)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (mind, no)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (yeah, yeah)
Uh, they be thinkin' I be daydreamin'
Yeah, but on the real I be baedreamin'
Niggas tryna get at me, stay schemin'
Callin' me Jodeci, told Alexa play "Feenin'"
I can't get you off of my mind
You know it's hard to get it all for the grind
Had to make you VIP, get you off of that line
Since your ex been throwin' shade hit you off for some shine, you know
Put them rocks on her body like a stone massage
Doors go up on the car like the home garage
How 'bout me you and this money have our own menage
Hit you later, make sure your phone is charged
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (off my mind, mind, oh)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (mind, yeah)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (my mind, mind, no)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, got you all up in my thought process
No more dreaming 'bout you, time to let them thoughts progress
Turnin' into reality like it's Love and Hip-Hop
Haters can't stand the rain but watchin' heavy drip-drop
Workin' out and eatin' good, get you shape in tip-top
And always slides through for me, you don't ever flip-flop
'Less it's that designer with Chanel C's on 'em
Or the Gucci, G's on 'em, Louis, LV's on 'em
Thinking 'bout that head got my mind blown
In the drop top, had my mind gone
Like minds, think alike, what your mind on?
Play that "I can't get you off my mind" song, yeah
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (off my mind, mind, oh)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (mind, yeah)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (off my mind, mind, no)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (yeah, yeah)
You're stuck in my head (yeah), can't get you out (out)
Yeah, swear you're my drug (drug), I can't live without
I'm on your team, babe (yeah), you're hot like the ball (rock)
Give it to me, I'll score (yeah)
It's an easy decision (right), for you, I'd listen (yeah)
Girl, you got my attention
You're my holster, I'm the 9, my Glock 9, never leavin' you (you)
Yes, I need you by my side (my side)
Protect me, I'll protect you
I'm ready (ready), this love 50/50
Keep it a hundred with me, baby (yeah)
I'ma take the lead, they follow (oh)
I'm jumpin' off the deep, no shallow (shallow)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (I can't getcha off my mind, mind, oh)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (my mind, yeah)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (off my mind, mind, no)
I can't, I can't, I can't getcha, getcha off my mind (yeah, yeah)
Writer: Tim Kelley, Paul Cabbin, Christian Ward, Bob Robinson, Joseph Lewis Thomas, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax, John Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Choosy
(Right Now Sound)
(Hitmaka!)
Oh I like this
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy (choose)
Choosy (choosy), chose
But I don't wanna choose (I swear I don't)
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy (I swear I don't)
Choosy (yeah)
But I don't wanna choose (I swear I don't)
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy (here we go)
She want me to come stay over (stay)
She gotta fly with no lay over (lay)
Drinkin' all night with no hangover
(Drinkin' all night with no hangover)
She never ask me pay for it (pay)
She never text me, just wait for it (wait)
Turn you into my pyt, if not then tell a friend 'cause I'm so
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy
Choosy (choosy)
But I don't wanna choose (I don't, I don't, I don't)
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy
Choosy (yeah)
But I don't wanna choose
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy
Yeah
I don't need nobody else now
Won't even check for the options
Know that I'm not out here choosy
Know I ain't lettin' no opps in
Ain't no adoption, you know I'm yours
Don't you give up on the kid
Look, this wasn't planned but you're still my baby
You should pull up to the crib
Look, I got so much I can give, yeah
Still tryna give you no choice, yeah
I don't know nothing 'bout crying
But how 'bout some lovin' up in this Rolls Royce (hol' up)
If you curve me mind yo bidness
Just noticed how fine your friend is (nah)
I hate that choosy ass shit (I do)
Yeah "he tried to talk to me" ass shit (for real?)
Just wanna do me that's it (that's it)
They gassin' up rumors and shit (skrrt)
Well they gotta catch me in traffic
I'll be your number one draft pick
Just gotta choose me
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy (hey, hey)
Choosy (choosy)
But I don't wanna choose (I don't, I don't, I don't)
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy
Choosy (yeah)
But I don't wanna choose, choose you
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy
You hits me deep down in my heart, I select you
Number one, nobody fi test you
And girl your body, I cannot lie
You're deservin', I can't deny
Nobody, can nobody can give you love, yeah
Nobody, can nobody can skrrt it off, yeah
Hold you down, hold you down, girl (oh, oh)
Believe it, I'ma hold you down (yeah, yeah)
And if I tell you, say "I love you"
Girl I'm wit' you, oh with you
Girl I'm wit' you, oh with you, ooh, yeah
Oh we got 'em choosy, choosy
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy (hey, hey)
(They choosy all over the world)
But I don't wanna choose
(Right here in the States)
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy (oh yeah)
(To Australia, South America)
Come on shorty, choose me
(Asia, all over Europe)
But I don't wanna choose (choose you)
Choosy, choosy, choosy, choosy (all the Caribbean islands)
(The Middle East, Russia, Canada, worldwide)
Loso, Davido and Jeremih had to let 'em all know
We got 'em choosy, choosy
We got 'em choosy, choosy
Writer: Christian Ward, David Adedeji Adeleke, Jeremih Felton, John David Jackson, Steve Thorton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ooh Yea
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Swipe the card, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to 'em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell 'em what I told 'em
Ooh ooh yea
Ey, what you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What's a snack to an entree?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain't a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn't get it
Ooh yea, you coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil' mad
Drop a big bag on a lil' bag, that's too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I'm too clutch
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Swipe the card, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah yeah
Let's go to the mall and blow like eighty thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Uber Direct in your name (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
Who rockin' his and her chains? (Chains)
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes
Hey, drop top in a 'Rari
I'm just sayin'
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Swipe the card, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain't never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it's gon' be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don't sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Swipe the card, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), ,mmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)
Writer: Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Floyd Bentley, John David Jackson, Michael Hernandez, Nima Jananbin, Paimon Jananbin, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Options
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Ooh
Woah-oh-woah
Two tone drip, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Walkin' like a lick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Pull up with a stick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah, oh
You know how it goes, yeah, yeah
Making my way downtown, I got options (ooh)
Could pull up on you, right now, but I got options (ooh)
Is you f*cking right now? 'Cause I got options (ooh)
You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options
You move right or get left, only option
If you ain't with the gang, you the opps then
Got plays like a SportsCenter, top ten
Get popped or get dropped, you got options
Yeah, I could do the white, yellow or the rose gold
Prostitutes in the winter, all them hoes cold
Got a Rollie, got a Patek, got a Richard Mille
Times change, I'm just sayin' gotta switch up, feel me?
The fake do what they can
The real do what they want
Multitaskin' with the baddies that's two things at once
Yeah, so nice I did it twice, baby
Yeah and one is so close to none, baby
Woah-oh-woah
Two tone drip, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Walkin' like a lick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Pull up with a stick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah, oh
You know it get yeah, yeah, yeah
Making my way downtown, I got options (ooh) (it's Gucci)
Could pull up on you, right now, but I got options (ooh) (yeah)
Is you f*cking right now? 'Cause I got options (ooh) (han?)
You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options (go)
Hard top convertible, f*ck it I got the option (drop)
Do it with one touch of a button is how I'm rockin'
Fab and Gucci Mane pull up in a 2020 (skrr, it's Gucci)
Paid four hunnid ain't talkin' no 2020's (more now)
Millions on top of more millions on top of millions (blessed)
Shining like the chandelier hang in top of the ceiling (brr)
Rappers ain't eatin' right now, they malnutritioned (han)
Two options you either with me or against me (it's Gucci)
Woah-oh-woah
Two tone drip, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Walkin' like a lick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Pull up with a stick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah, oh
You know it get yeah, yeah, yeah
Making my way downtown, I got options (ooh)
Could pull up on you, right now, but I got options (ooh)
Is you f*cking right now? 'Cause I got options (ooh)
You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options (2 Chainz)
It's two tone Tony, got two tones on
A brick, no soda, my wrist on gold
My fist done froze, done pissed our opponents
Bitch don't know, I keep on rollin', yeah
You know I'm smooth like cocoa butter
The logo love, I cut her when I'm like what rubber?
See that's raw-raw (raw)
She call me daddy, call me paw-paw (paw)
I heard your girl like that white, I'm talkin' Paul Wall (Wall)
Sometimes I feel like talkin', sometimes I don't (sometimes I don't)
I got options, I get what I want (what I want)
So what's poppin'? The ball is in your court (in your court)
Like I'm Rodman, I play them like a sport
Woah-oh-woah
Two tone drip, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Walkin' like a lick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah
Pull up with a stick, yeah
Woah-oh-woah, oh
You know it get yeah, yeah, yeah
Making my way downtown, I got options (ooh)
Could pull up on you, right now, but I got options (ooh)
Is you f*cking right now? 'Cause I got options (ooh)
You ain't gotta lie now 'cause I got options
Writer: Tauheed Epps, Radric Davis, John Jackson, Rakim Allen, Christian Ward, Samuel Jiminez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Insecure
You are now listening to AraabMUZIK
He like I see you like his pictures, you must be one of his bitches
Did you (f*ck that nigga?)
I mean correct me if I'm wrong, you always playing his song
Did you (f*ck that nigga?)
That nigga all over the world and I heard he got a girl
How you (f*ck that nigga?)
Last night I saw his Benz, you keep saying y'all friends
I know you (f*ck that nigga)
I'm a dog, I can smell fear
Niggas sick and can't do nothing 'bout it, no healthcare
I start getting looks like I invited myself here
Once the kid come through, bitches on me like welfare
We ball but we ain't actually hoopers
I don't save 'em, but the bag be super
I'm the American Sniper, call me Fab-ly Cooper
Was playing Wu-Tang "Ice Cream" when she had me scoop her
Now it's too easy, ride or dies'll gladly Uber (yo, I'm outside)
Five stars for those who drive cars
For girls that's been drinking or hate to drive far
The ones who arrive are aware what the vibes are
If you ain't tryna cut, don't come where the knives are, baby
I'm Players Club like Lisa Raye
You insecure like Issa Rae
They don't want the bitch until somebody want the bitch
By the time you showin' love, she don't want the shit
He like I see you like his pictures, you must be one of his bitches
Did you (f*ck that nigga?)
I mean correct me if I'm wrong, you always playing his song
Did you (f*ck that nigga?)
That nigga all over the world and I heard he got a girl
How you (f*ck that nigga?)
Last night I saw his Benz, you keep saying y'all friends
I know you (f*ck that nigga)
Shawty be callin' him bro like nobody know she (f*ck that nigga, ooh)
And we all know a hoe that think she loyal but (f*ck that nigga)
If her MCM slide in your DM, you gon' (f*ck that nigga, yeah, yeah)
I'm good, love, enjoy, all these hoes ain't loyal, they (f*ck that nigga)
Niggas be like, "Are you done bein' a hoe?"
What, you f*ckin' rappers now? What, you tryna be on a show? Oh
You on some Love & Hip Hop shit
You got this nigga walking 'round, Gucci flip flops shit
See, Lawrence hoe on the couch, she callin' homie a slouch
Some kid took her to Gucci, she came back home with a pouch
Betrayal is the new trend, loyalty is vintage now
If she owe you, she gon' pay you back with interest now
He like I see you like his pictures, you must be one of his bitches
Did you (f*ck that nigga?)
I mean correct me if I'm wrong, you always playing his song
Did you (f*ck that nigga?)
That nigga all over the world and I heard he got a girl
How you (f*ck that nigga?)
Last night I saw his Benz, you keep saying y'all friends
I know you (f*ck that nigga)
Niggas be like
Talk about you
What? What? Why?
You talking 'bout what the f*ck I done did, what the f*ck you done did?
I did what I did because you did what you did
So you did what the f*ck you talking 'bout did?
Okay, I did what I did because you did what you did
But what did you do though?
What you mean what I did? I did me because you did you
But what did you do? (Whatever)
You f*ck the nigga?
Yo, it's over (you f*ck?), it's over, let's leave it alone, leave it alone
Oh, you f*cked the nigga, so, you f*cked him (Whatever)
I mean, that's obvious, you already talked about that, that's obvious
So why you keep tellin' me to leave it alone? What else you do?
(Leave it alone), you did somethin' else?
What you mean?
What, you suck a nigga dick or somethin'?
Whatever, whatever, leave it alone, leave it alone, for real
What you suck a nigga dick?
I mean that's a part of sex, right? You ain't know that?
Oh, you f*ckin' bitch
I mean you act like I did it for that long
I couldn't even do it that long 'cause his dick was too big
You a f*ckin' dick suckin' bitch (what?)
You out suckin' dick (Are you serious right now?)
Okay, you forgot you cheated on me, whatever
Bitch, maybe I should f*ckin' knock your f*ckin' forty off, bitch
Why is you actin' crazy right now?
I'm f*ckin' hurt right now (you're hurt?)
I'm f*ckin' hurt right now (you're hurt?)
That shit hurtin' me (you're hurt?)
Goddamn, that shit hurt
Okay, nigga, I know you ain't over there cryin'
You 'posed to be my motherf*ckin' bitch, and you suckin' dick (nigga, are you over there cryin'?)
You f*ckin' hurt me, man (okay, whatever)
God, take this f*ckin' pain away from me right now
Nigga, stop talkin' stupid
If you don't take the pain away from me, God, I'ma do this shit myself
You're gonna do what?
I'm not a f*ckin' hoe, yo
You're gonna do what?
I'm tellin' God I'm not no hoe, I'ma kill myself, bitch
You not gon' kill yourself, shut up
Bitch, you out here suckin' dicks and shit, bitch, talkin' 'bout dicks and talkin' all day and shit
I'm a f*ckin' man with pride, you don't do shit like that
I said leave it alone
You don't just, leave a nigga sick like that
I said leave it alone
I was f*ckin' on bitches, I was gon' get right back
Said leave it alone
You f*ckin' dick sucker
Writer: John Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Frenemies
What goes up always comes down
What goes around always comes 'round
What's in the dark always comes to light
Two wrongs never make a right
Every story got two sides
One facts, one all lies
Do they love you 'cause you been official?
Or 'cause you beneficial?
Time heals but it also refills
What's fake and what's not really real
Who gon' be the one to really pull that trigger
Who gon' slide when it's time to slide?
Frenemies (yeah, yeah)
How many of us have them, frenemies? (Oh-oh)
Ones we can't depend on, frenemies
Lookin' back though I thought you was a friend of me (for real)
When enemies pose as friends call 'em frenemies (for real)
'Cause every hand that ain't helpin', that ain't extendin' me (it ain't)
And most ain't as happy for you as they pretend to be (they ain't)
Winnin' in the streets, haters wanna end his streak (Losers)
Pimped the industry, hoes can't be indiscreet (shut up)
My energy, keep that same inner G
When you mix friend with foe, that's a deadly synergy
Bitches'll dub you and bait you with the same line
Family can love you and hate you at the same time
Lovers and haters are like two of the same kind
Both of them feelings can make you do the same crime
When your shooter aimin' at you, you a easy target (pah, pah, pah, pah)
Think you been through dark times, nigga these your darkest (for real)
When the one who knows all your secrets gets to tellin' (damn)
Heard he went against the family, yeah the kid rebellin' (damn)
In them quiet rooms heard he started yellin'
How you gon' turn your fellas into felons? (How?)
I'm with some real ones, f*ck the "remember me?"
Friends like y'all who needs enemies?
What goes up always comes down
What goes around always comes 'round
What's in the dark always comes to light
Two wrongs never make a right
Every story got two sides
One facts, one all lies
Do they love you 'cause you been official?
Or 'cause you beneficial?
Time heals but it also refills
What's fake and what's not really real
Who gon' be the one to really pull that trigger
Who gon' slide when it's time to slide?
Frenemies (yeah, yeah)
How many of us have them, frenemies? (Oh-oh)
Ones we can't depend on, frenemies
Never value the length of the relationship (never)
Over the strength of the relationship (word)
'Cause the one that knew you long'll still do you wrong (word)
If you don't know you better go and get your Google on
Better ask somebody, set up by a nasty thotty (for real)
Lil' bastard's prolly waitin' with the mask in lobby
I got the scoop for ice and cream, they wanna bask and rob me (all theses flavor)
Take me out this world, try to astronaut me (woo)
I notice a lot of you niggas say you out on bail
Find out a lot of you niggas really out on tell
Girl friend you hanging 'round sayin' "F*ck your man"
Same girl friend'll turn around and f*ck your man
You found out from your so called friend (oh word?)
Who knew the night it happened but no phone call then (nah)
You can't be my bitch and be a groupie (you can't)
You can't be my bro and be a goofy (you can't)
I hurt female and a hoe friend is a bad team (the work)
You sleep on that I guarantee you'll have a bad dream (for real)
I'm with some day ones, f*ck the "remember me?"
Friends like y'all who needs enemies?
What goes up always comes down
What goes around always comes 'round
What's in the dark always comes to light
Two wrongs never make a right
Every story got two sides
One facts, one all lies
Do they love you 'cause you been official?
Or 'cause you beneficial?
Time heals but it also refills
What's fake and what's not really real
Who gon' be the one to really pull that trigger
Who gon' slide when it's time to slide?
Frenemies (yeah, yeah)
How many of us have them, frenemies? (Oh-oh)
Ones we can't depend on, frenemies
If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
Guess the vibes is nice
So nice, so nice, so nice, so nice
Writer: John Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Time
Yea
Go hard today
The past is the past you know
Can't worry the past cause that yesterday
It's a new day bro
I'm a put it on the line cause it's my time
My day gotta do it now
Hey hey hey hey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey)
My time (hey) my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say common
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time
Guess what time it is my my my time
You can check your I phone better say it's I-time
I don't even need a watch I don't even see a clock
Soon as a I walk in it feel like me o'clock
Give me a clock every time I check
Singers don't measure up and try and blame the Pyrex
Damn I'ma do it bigger than a 5-ex
Can't ride with an L so I don't drive Lex
Games so bickery so full of trickery
Nursery rhyming hickory dickory
Blowing that side the hood call it pickory
Biggie puffy busta victory
Go hard today
Can't worry the past cause that yesterday
I'm a put it on the line cause it's my time
Hey hey hey hey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey)
My time (hey) my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say (c'mon)
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time
My time is more like fly time
Don't call to gettin' dressed call it in a sky time
If you ain't a pilot you probably couldn't style it
Unless you was a stewardess you wonder what to do with this
First I take the time out then I put the time in
Money ain't everything it's more about the timing
So I got the water mark flawless diamonds
In other words that's called perfect timing
I feel like a favor I feel like a savor
They clockin' my neck I feel like I'm flavor
I go so hard
Damn, street fi di di di damn
Go hard today
Can't worry the past cause that yesterday
I'm a put it on the line cause it's my time
Hey hey hey hey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey)
My time (hey) my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say (c'mon)
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time
O-Nine all mine, it's been a few years
Now its me, bout time
You know I've got committed with it since I've been up in the zone
Sign the dotted line
Now is on
So y'all better check your wrist piece, why?
Cause its time to make history, yeah
Just hop up here in this hit streak
Howda howda howda hell you gonna evict me?
You know I'm here stay never cocky now
With bottles we poppin' now
No telling where we stopping now
And I represent the chick a-g-o
On the track with F-A-B-O
You know we
Go hard today
Can't worry the past cause that yesterday
I'm a put it on the line cause it's my time
Hey hey hey hey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it's my time (hey)
My time (hey) my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say (c'mon)
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma ma ma (dah dah dah dah dah)
It's my time
Writer: KEVIN COSSOM, ANDREW HARR, JERMAINE JACKSON, JOHN JACKSON, JEREMIH FELTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Us vs. The World
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type of way
For better, for worse (worse)
Until death do us part (yeah)
You started with a canvas (ooh)
And we turned it to some art (oh yeah)
No filter on your fresh face
Balenciagas with no shoelace
From the mud to a diamond ring
They say money can't buy these type of things
You and me, you and me, against the world (right now)
You and me against the world (right here, right now)
You and me, you and me, against the world (right here, right now)
One down bitch is worth a thousand girls
Yeah
You can't just let the good ones get away (get away)
The only one that didn't leave get to stay (get to stay)
Roses while you can smell 'em, you should get bouquets (get bouquets)
Nothing worse than havin' things you ain't get to say
Love you's, miss you's, hug you's, kiss you's
Ups and downs and struggles, issues
Made us stronger, kept us closer
This thing ours like La Cosa Nostra
Mobbin' with you for the family, put a job in with you
I want all of your love, hope that's not a problem with you
I want that crazy love like Whitney and Bobby with you
That gangsta love like Bonnie and Clyde, vibin' with you
That sweet love Anita Baker was singing 'bout
That sexy love not even Ne-Yo know a thing about
They ain't know that throwin' salt just season our flavor
You and me against the world, the odds in our favor
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake (oh no)
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type of way
For better, for worse (worse)
Until death do us part (ooh, yeah)
You started with a canvas (ooh)
And we turned it to some art (oh yeah)
No filter on your fresh face (no-no-no)
Balenciagas with no shoelace (oh-oh)
From the mud to a diamond ring (ring)
They say money can't buy these type of things
You and me, you and me, against the world (right now)
You and me against the world (oh yeah, right here, right now)
You and me, you and me, against the world (hey, right here, right now)
One down bitch is worth a thousand girls
Yeah, yeah (oh-oh)
You know I do everything for us so you can trust that when I do
Love so generous, it's obvious, that's what I do
Got me in a rush, I wanna f*ck like honeymoon
They complainin' from the other room
They hear ups and downs, and couple rounds
And drop it, bounce it, drop it, bounce it
Love on couches, f*ck on counters
Shoot that club up, f*ck them bouncers, uh
Got ignition but let's go half on a baby
I got that wet, got that warm bath water, baby
You plus me, equals better math, don't it, baby?
Try to divide that, my better half gon' go crazy
They wanna split up, we don't give a fid-up
We givin' middle fingers while that ring finger lit up
Doin' us, blockin' them, I swear it's my favorite
You and me against the world, the odds in our favor
Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake (oh-oh)
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type of way
For better, for worse (worse)
Until death do us part (ooh, yeah)
You started with a canvas (ooh)
And we turned it to some art (oh yeah)
No filter on your fresh face (no-no-no)
Balenciagas with no shoelace (oh-oh)
From the mud to a diamond ring (ring)
They say money can't buy these type of things
You and me, you and me, against the world (right now)
You and me against the world (oh yeah, right here, right now)
You and me, you and me, against the world (hey, right here, right now)
One down bitch is worth a thousand girls (oh-oh)
Girls
One bad bitch is worth a thousand girls
Hey, hey, oh
Word, 'til death do us part
Death do us part
'Til death do us, part
What it is, baby? What's up? (What's up?)
Can we let the world know what's what? (What's what?)
Can't judge, 'less you the man above (man above)
Can't hate 'cause it's too much love
And it could be the summer or the fall (or the fall)
In the winter, spring, do it all (do it all)
We a team, every season we gon' ball
Y'all ain't even fair when it's us against y'all (say what?)
What it is, baby? What's up? (What's up?)
Can we let the world know what's what? (What's what?)
Can't judge, 'less you the man above (man above)
Can't hate 'cause it's too much love
And it could be the summer or the fall (or the fall)
In the winter, spring, do it all (do it all)
We a team, every season we gon' ball
Y'all ain't even fair when it's us against y'all
Writer: Christopher Maurice Brown, Craig D Love, Darnell Prince, Jamal Glaze, John David Jackson, Jonathan Smith, Joshua Kirsky, Kyleer Evants, Lamarquis Jefferson, Lawrence Alfonso Ii Edwards, Teyana Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Too Late
(Bink! The Humble Monster)
I just hope this encourages people who love each other (you know it's so, oh-ooh)
To make it right
(Hitmaka!)
It's not too late (it's not)
It's not too late to try
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (choose)
It's not too late to try (try)
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (choose)
Oh (yeah)
Like I know your name, girl, I'm in your favor (yeah)
Oh (yeah)
I can't turn time back so it's now or never (yeah), woo
I can't complain (hey), my love won't fade (fade)
It's not what you say (yeah), just look what you do
Real love don't fade, real friends don't shade
Real niggas do real things, things I won't trade
For nothing in this world, two boys and this girl
Who I love like I made her, no above, nothing greater
Than family, so I thought they'd love that we made up
But the oxymoron is expectin' love from a hater
It's a lose-lose, a hurt woman and a damaged dude
I guess it's true, nobody wins when the family feuds
So it's us verse them like you my spade partner
These the cards I was dealt, could've played smarter
But the game's startin' to make you feel like you don't know
If you should've came harder, or stepped back, James Harden
Yeah, it could've went left but that wouldn't have been right
Didn't want you to leave (want you to leave), understood that you might
Too many people in our business that we didn't invite
They all saints when they speak on someone else's sin, right? (Right?)
It's not too late to try
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (choose)
It's not too late to try (try)
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (choose)
"To me, a man's role in life is to sacrifice on all levels, you know?
To make sacrifices for himself and his family
That prevents everyone from being vulnerable and in need
Thanks to the main men in my life, I know how to not be either of the two
Make moments to cherish forever with the ones you love
Before it's too late"
They say better late than never, I say never late is better
'Cause for you they might be patient, but they never wait forever (wait forever)
Time heals all wounds, but there's still the scars
And when a rapper go through it you get the realest bars
Pain in your heart, turn that pain into art
Try to shed some light on it, don't just paint in the dark
When did it all start? (All start)
You know, the disrespect, when did it fall apart?
You know, the disconnect, who knows?
But you learn from your mistake so keep on making 'em
If you're not careful with their hearts, you keep on breaking 'em
I'm from the era where father figures, we never had
But somehow not havin' dads made us better dads
We saw abuse in the household more than the love
Verbal, emotional, physical, all the above
Broke up our family structures with prison and drugs
But it's time for us to break that tradition, because
It's not too late to try
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (choose)
It's not too late to try (try)
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (Choose)
Family means life (life)
I just wanna thank them, without them
I don't know what I would do, I'm so glad that they're my family
And I'm glad that I have my mom and my dad to be by my side
(To be by my side)
'Cause I have great parents, great grandparents, great siblings and I love them all
(And I love them all)
I love them so much (I love them so much)
Family is first (family is first)
This is Johan, I gotta go now
Got anything to say, Jonas? (Got anything to say, Jonas?)
Papi, I love you (papi, I love you)
Writer: John Jackson, Jeremih Felton, Jerome Jackson, Kevin Blair, N/A Unknown
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network