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Ransom 2 Album
by  Mike Will Made-It


Mike Will Made-It - Ransom 2 Lyrics



  1. On The Come Up
  2. W Y O (What You On)
  3. Hasselhoff
  4. Gucci On My
  5. Oh Hi Hater (Hiatus)
  6. Perfect Pint
  7. Razzle Dazzle
  8. Bars of Soap
  9. Burnin
  10. Yall Aint Ready
  11. Aries (YuGo)
  12. Emotions Unlocked
  13. Big God
  14. Faith
  15. Come Down
  16. Outro
  17. Nothing Is Promised


On The Come Up

[ Featuring Big Sean ]

[Big Sean:]
Pérignon
(Eardrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It)

On the come up
On the come up
Son 'em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Look, all my niggas 'bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I'm asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

I feel like I was chose to take care of the ones I'm close to
Kitchen looking like Whole Foods
Got the fam' around like it's Soul Food, damn
I do this here for the set
Working all year 'til we set
Quick to check a bitch, yeah I check her even though life's a game of chess
'Cause I'm living play-by-play, day-by-day
No time for her honestly unless her face looking like a young Sade
Cause I gotta get it a hundred ways
What you know 'bout being down and out
'Till niggas saying you the best man
Like your best friend walking down the aisle
When you make it they gon' say I owe you in all kind of vibes
When you making all kinda of thous
I just want the Presidential Rollie black face Obama style
Then count the check up behind the star
Boy, this the D where they be rocking fur and crocodile
Take your risk every time you out the house
But it's all worth momma's smile
Yeah, It's all worth momma's smile

On the come up
On the come up
Son 'em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (Eyy)
All my niggas 'bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I'm asking
Wearing diamond medallions (Straight up)
My whole squad run the Atlas (Look)

I was just on Jimmy Fallon
I just got back from the Islands
I took my daddy to Cancun, then we went to the Bahamas
He had all they baby momma's
I had all they momma babies
Boy, I swear this life is crazy
Told that nigga sit back and be lazy, yeah
Don't worry man, I got it, I got it, I got it
We building from the ground up, it's in the block and
So the hood support us like I Mom and Pop'ed it
Cause I bring it home like I just adopt it
Volunteer for a lethal weapon
He ain't need that sentence, he just needs direction
No one ever told them boys to make it out of debt
You gon' need way more than street credit
I got redirected
Tryna take this lil piece of success, I gotta make it bigger
You can tell I'm focused in my baby pictures
Not replying to texts, not even naked pictures
That's how real it gets
Whole team so hungry for the meals and shit that I can feel this shit
They asking how we made it like the pyramids
It's like I'm living just to kill this shit

On the come up
On the come up
Son 'em
Bunch a young niggas on the come up
Come up
Run up
All my young ones on the come up
Bunch a young niggas on the come up (aye)
All my niggas 'bout that action
Living the life we imagined
I cut off all my distractions
And started attacking
Whole team gotta have it
Loyalty is all I'm asking
Wearing diamond medallions
My whole squad run the Atlas
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Writer: Michael Williams II, Marquel Middlebrooks, Braylin Bowman, Sean Anderson, Osvaldo Golijov
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.



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W Y O (What You On)

[ Featuring Young Thug ]

Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I'm all in the booth eating candy and shit (Candy and shit)
(Can't get enough) Can't get enough

I cock back that stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on

That was a mistake, I didn't mean to say that
I f*ck on that bitch and she don't tell no one, I don't play that
I'm real, I just told you so you can know where your lil bae at
And if you ever play about that lil' bitch, I'll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I'm hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican
I'm in LA, I want me some editors
Don't step on this landmine
I'm geeked out my mind, I'm not mankind
But this stick I'mma blast mine
Your bitch a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you can't last mine
Didn't I tell you 'bout that last time
I'm eating so good, it's that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, nigga, halftime (Blatt)

I cock back that stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on

Pull up on a bitch, in that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that bitch up out my car and made her walk
No I'm not from Texas but I pull up kickin' sauce
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuffed that rental in the fender bender
Bend that bitch over like sinner sinner
F*ck the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of niggas
F*ck 'em all like we some thottie niggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
F*ck on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
'Cause I really love it, didn't do it to show it
Bought a G-Wagon for my boys, my boys
F*ck a car note, I don't owe, don't owe
Lactose intolerant, bae I'm spoiled, I'm spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey baby)

I cock back that stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can't take me off the throne
Aye I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I f*ck with your shit but I don't know what you on

Pull up on your bitch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
Pull up on your bitch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
Pull up on a bitch in that foreign with exhausts (skrrt)
With exhausts (skrrt) with exhausts (skrrt)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: BRAYLIN PHILLIP BOWMAN, JEFFREY WILLIAMS, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, STEPHEN ROBERT HYBICKI
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Hasselhoff

[ Featuring Lil Yachty ]

[Lil Yachty:]
This shit hard
Lil Boat
Ayy
Woo!

Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in the pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true we servin' swag no Oxeno

Brother used to serve grams and price at downtown parking cost (bitch)
F*ck what it cost, pay the cost just to floss, jump off
18 years old, got my own crib
18 years old, got my own whip
This shit not regular
Dropped out of school and made more than a regular (bitch)
Told her pop that pussy like its Penacillin
Now put red dots on his head like his name was Krillin'
Now surpassed every rapper that started chillin'
Now they lookin' at boat like I am the villain

Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in that pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true, we servin' swag no Oxeno

Ayy, talk to me polite or I'll have my young niggas come take out your channel box
Just f*cked a bitch named Daisy, I hit from the back while I grip on her dreadlocks
You'll be surprise what we fit in these ziplocks
Yeah, master shawty that shit do not tick tock
I made a milli no weezy, that's big locks
Shoot at your shawty from 40 for 40
Old niggas hate me they daughter adore me
Dick in her gut 'cause her daddy annoying
Lyrical ass, nigga got me snorin'
Tryna make all this sense, that shit boring (bitch!)
(Shut that shit off, bitch)

Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)

Nigga's hated me before I came in the game, niggas gon' hate me when I leave this motherf*cker, yadig?

Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, just took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in the pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true we servin' swag no Oxeno

Ayy, bitch
Woo!
Lil Boat
Ayy
Gang!
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Writer: Miles McCollum, Michael Len Williams, Stephen Robert Hybicki
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Gucci On My

[ Featuring 21 Savage, YG, Migos ]

[21 Savage:]
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom

Mike WiLL Made-It

[21 Savage:]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[21 Savage (YG):]
Savage cutthroat, I'll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I'ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
F*ck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin' licks
VVS' drippin', yeah, yeah, drippin', yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin' 'round without my seatbelt, nigga, f*ck 12

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it's Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga (it's Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga (I'm drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[YG:]
G'd up in that Gucci
Boo'd up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I f*cked her in that coochie
[Kamaiyah:]
YG's doin' okay, YG's got a maid
YG gettin' paid, YG's skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
[YG:]
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith ([21 Savage:] yeah, yeah)
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, f*ck it up
The FN, FN f*ck 'em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I'd rather her bald head

[21 Savage (Quavo):]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Quavo:]
50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin' pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can't wait to dismiss 'em (Jew!)
Spend 'bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin' an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Takeoff:]
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin' that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin', dodgin' from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin' out with double G, they thinkin' I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can't even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (rah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
'Cause you couldn't get the sack off

[Offset:]
Offset! Ayy
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil' money, that shit ain't no problem (spend it)
Not good, I'm Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin'
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I f*cked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin'
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I'm Gucci, I'm f*ckin' these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I'm f*ckin' your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I'm a Migo, you know I'm a Migo
I'm shittin' on niggas like ca-ca

[21 Savage:]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin' on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Braylin Phillip Bowman, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Michael Len Williams, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Shayaa Joseph, Stephen Robert Hybicki
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC



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Oh Hi Hater (Hiatus)

[ Featuring Fortune ]

[Fortune & 21 Savage]
Hater
Hi, hater, hi
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Hey, hey

[Fortune]
Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
Don't do no favors

Oh shit, don't forget we got real big
Oh shit, don't forget we got hits, bitch, ayy
Lookin' like I'm pocket watchin' you, you, you
She gon' f*ck the crew
Big shit in this bitch gettin' bidness
Dog food, it legit, it like Ruth's Chris
Oh shit, don't forget we got hits, bitch
Road trip, AG Roll I get money with
I'm sure you gonna want some
She want Xans and the molly crumb
Money comin' in, it's on
Ain't no need to take a ransom

Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
Don't do no favors

I play Norman like Pandora, I'm scorin'
She foreign, but I pipe it up, take off and I'm gone, hey
Make it easy for me, baby
Being black hard enough
Million-dollar plays, yeah, that type of stuff
Come here, baby, come here, girl, let me pipe you up
Tint your windows up, paper hush that fuss
Roll that pressure, extra special stuff
Walk inside the club feelin' like uh
Tell the girl I wanna see her like uh
In your feelin' 'bout a nigga, girl what
I be takin' girl feelin' like ayy
Dancin' like what needs to be, to see you on the camera
Dancin' like what needs to be, to see you on the camera

Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
I'm on my high, hiatus
Oh, hi, hater
Don't do no favors
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher



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Perfect Pint

[ Featuring Kendrick Lamar, Gucci Mane, Rae Sremmurd ]

Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Slim Jxmmi:]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint
This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain)
This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin' like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I'll turn your crib to a ho house
I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out
Drank 'til I motherf*ckin' pass out
Drank, drank 'til I motherf*ckin'

[Swae Lee:]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I'm hoping they come to life
'Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Gucci Mane:]
It's Gucci!
I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin' "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop's free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it's like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I'm back on top like I'm 'posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Swae Lee:]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the f*ck you talkin' to, you ain't me
Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin'
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I'm lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Swae Lee:]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin' every time that I arrive
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Writer: AAQUIL IBEN SHAMON BROWN, KENDRICK LAMAR, KHALIF MALIK IBIN SHAMAN BROWN, MATTHEW WILLIAM DAY, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS, STEPHEN ROBERT HYBICKI
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.



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Razzle Dazzle

[ Featuring Future ]

[Future:]
Oh yeah, razzle
Know what I'm sayin'?
Feel like motherf*ckin' hammer time, nigga
Mercury, Pluto, yeah, yeah
On Pluto
(Ear Drummers)

I know I'm worth, I know I'm cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never matter, no, you never matter
You never matter, no, you never matter
Back and forth with that money like a powder
Molly's and rocks, we call razzle dazzle
I'm makin' capital, I get collateral
The head on a plate, we gon' come through today

I dab on these niggas with no doors
You hidin' the real, you behind those
I can count every dollar up blindfolded
Beginnin' to end, I'm a giant (freebandz)
I travel the world, change the climate (100)
My lil sister did what my sister said
Hit me with a text just few minutes ago
Say she love me, I told her I love her too
I can only image what she goin' through
And she got me on drink and the molly's too
Got that bitch out in penthouse in Fallon's too
Got a plug on the line with them models too
Got some trucks in the photo, a couple coupes
I'm a king and the one bitch will never do
I get love from Marcella, I went Peru
Went through hell on this shit [?]
Have my youngin's pull up on you, sprayin' shit
I was coppin' it, buyin' it, wearin' it
All these foreigns, I drive, I'm a stay in it
Hit your bitch on the low, I'm a stay in it
I was so on the dope, hit that bitch on that dope
Gotta head in the door while I f*cked on her throat
I smoke on an ounce and I pour up a 4
Hear what they like, finna got it, they got it
Love me or hate me, get richer than prior
No fronters, no necklace, my nigga will buy it
The plug tried to give it to us, we took it
I love the game, nigga, then I got money
The chains and rings and they came from the pain
18 carat gold on my fangs
I hustle, deal with killers, stuck in my veins
Prayin' through 10 mil like the avenue

I know I'm worth, I know I'm cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never matter, no, you never matter
You never matter, no, you never matter
Back and forth with that money like a powder
Molly's and rocks, we call razzle dazzle
I'm makin' capital, I get collateral
The head on a plate, we gon' come through today
I know I'm worth, I know I'm cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never matter, no, you never matter
You never matter, no, you never matter
Back and forth with that money like a powder
Molly's and rocks, we call razzle dazzle
I'm makin' capital, I get collateral
The head on a plate, we gon' come through today

F*ck all these interviews, that shit commercial
Ayy, I run up with Murda
These niggas, they ready to whack so
Shit, I'm ready to stack some
I get money, young money hereditary
We hit syrup in the 4 when they never did it
Had the molly's on Pluto, they never did it
Had them Percocets when you would never do it
Used to dream of the shit that you never do
Now I'm livin' the life that you never knew
Out my all red, don't open up every door
They got red on these carpets on every floor
Got a stash for them ratchets in every door
Took a half on a half, I'm gon' overdose
Sold a half for a bag, deal at your door
I go play in the place, they say, "Bonjour"
Knowin' knowin' exactly what I done before
If you shoot on command, I'm a love you more
All the dirt that I did, I try wash it off
When it come back to haunt me, I never know
Wish I knew all the day when the time would come
Ain't no friends in this game, it's another war
Put a whole 'nother style on another broad
Went to work for the love of my loved boss

I know I'm worth, I know I'm cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never matter, no, you never matter
You never matter, no, you never matter
Back and forth with that money like a powder
Molly's and rocks, we call razzle dazzle
I'm makin' capital, I get collateral
The head on a plate, we gon' come through today
I know I'm worth, I know I'm cursed
I hit the turf like a play on the first
You never matter, no, you never matter
You never matter, no, you never matter
Back and forth with that money like a powder
Molly's and rocks, we call razzle dazzle
I'm makin' capital, I get collateral
The head on a plate, we gon' come through today
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Len Williams, Marquel Middlebrooks, Larry D. Griffin, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Bars of Soap

[ Featuring Swae Lee ]

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm a running man
Sandals slippin' off my feet, on the sand
Countin' up the bills with my dominant hand, yo yo
Took twos on, take this appreciate it
This too? Why tear up the rim shop? Haha
Mike WiLL Made-It

I'm goin' postal, loco, coast to coast like La Nostra
My G.I. Joe present, I've yet to see a cobra
So off my rocker got me sippin' club soda
Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up
I'm pitchin' and never in a dug out
Reachin' in my pants and I can't take a head count
Flash back '03, things was lookin' run down
Now I set foot in the place, it's a luau
Killin' shit like ten counts, y'all know how we get down
House with the fence around, y'all know that we in route
Transition from the Impala to the Fisker
I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert
Left the doors up, now the Lambo' has pigtails
Since you gettin' comfy, I'mma let you sit there
I'ma let you stay there, when I shed a tear
They didn't have no care, so I'mma charge retail
I brought some kush 'cause you say you want set sail
If you love sick in the room, you best get well
Every dog has its day, what the hell? No tuck tail
Swae Lee went to magazine, XXL
Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo
Colors burst on the cars and the jewels
I'm a wanted man
Seats lookin' like they got a spray tan
When I was without, not a helpin' hand
I got some women that throw it back and make me drop the cans
I told Ben Frank' just to drop a pin
I collect my fit goal to the highest bid
Yes, I might drop in, it all depends
Junior high, I was dreamin' of a Mach 10
I'm comin' clean though, I mean not a speck
My girl be servin' looks, I could kiss the chef
Katana sword poppin' out my, walkin' cane
I'm overseas, my Cali bae like, "How was Spain?"
We gettin' to the money and you niggas havin' issues
I bought a f*ckin' piece and it came with a wet suit
The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess
I'm moochin' off my mother-lovin' self
She be hopin' that I take a knee like Kaepernick, yes
I be open to that "SremmLife" shit (SremmLife!)
This is how we live, this is how we exist
Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits
All in the house and I'm home-wreckin'
If I sleep with his wife, I'm a home-wrecker
I'm in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather
Mami playin' with my balls like tether, on my leather
Money talk, it's a lecture
80 pointers dance on me, it's electric
Niggas gon' hate, I'm still unaffected
Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected
She said pop the question, the question got deflected
Man them men my boy, that's my motherf*ckin' brethren
Let's cut to the chase
It's only on the house when we in the place
My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames
Stirrin' up the cup with my wrist, souffle
Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved
I told you all in "Swang", don't say my name in vain
We bring it to your door like, "You rang?!"
Spendin' all the money then we watch it boomerang
With the Fendi belt, angry face like Pootie Tang
Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings
"Long time, no see," that's what they say when they see me mane
I been goin' crazy, just to stay sane
Hey, your girl went missin', who's to blame?
Young whipper snapper with the Range
Pause, then I went deranged
Call that hottie on my station
Long week, but a great day
Someone got my blowin' tree like Sage
On me you should get erased
On me, yeah, you can hate
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Len Williams, Khalif Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Burnin

[ Featuring Andrea ]

Burning, burning, burning, all you do is, all you do is
Burning, burning, burning, all you do is
Burning, burning, burning, all you do is, all you do is
Burning, burning, all you, all you, all you
Burning, burning, burning, all you do is, all you do is
Burning, burning, burning, all you do is
Burning, burning, burning, all you do is, all you do is
Burning, burning, all you, all you, all you

Yeah, I'mma give 'em what they want
But really don't care if they want it or they don't
'Cause either way all these motherf*ckers gotta cope
With the fact that I'm comin' for these niggas in they throat
Nigga, how the game go, put on my payroll
Give 'em a couple grand, count me the pesos
Pop with the rubber bands that I came for
Rockin' Moschino pants with the red toes
We come hard, nigga, if you want beef
I been ticked off, now shit is on eat
Run niggas up like five hundred degrees
Celine shades on, it's five hundred a piece
Niggas best believe, I came to win
I came to conquer, not aim to please
So with the small talk, bitch, just count the cheese
I just stack the chips, get the money then I leave, nigga

Burning, burning, burning (burnin' niggas up)
All you do is, all you do is
Burning, burning, burning (burnin' niggas up)
Burning, burning, burning (burnin' niggas up)
All you do is, all you do is
Burning, burning (burnin' niggas up)
All you, all you, all you

If these bitches really want it, let the shit pop off
Try to play me, get your shit knocked off
Brought the Ramb' in the coupe with the black top off
NIggas really think they 'bout it 'til the first shots off
I get it non stop, so they don't want a problem
What you gon' cop, bitch? I already bought them
Money spring green watch 'em fall like autumn
When the head comes, I just sit back and applaud 'em
Come through, white suit like CO
Either wanna stay, black shades like woah
I'm with the one you bitches f*cking like clones
The shit they can't get so they study my flow
This that easy, no bitch could ever seize me
Been on my grind, so the bitches just sleazy
'Cause I've been tryna eat with them up at Fashion Week
While all y'all wanna suck and f*ck and still sleep with them
Only one thing, money what I'm tryna seek
While I'm on my own shit, you niggas one and the same
When it shine, better get the grind to get paid
Tryna play the prophet but don't even know the game
You niggas one and the same
When it shine, better get the grind to get paid
You niggas in the same lane
I've been with it, nigga, f*ck is you sayin'?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Len Williams, Andrea Lanier, Micah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Yall Aint Ready

[ Featuring 2 Chainz ]

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Five pack, ten pack, twenty pack
Thirty pack, forty pack, fifty pack
Known to make a mill straight off from scratch
I can pull your girl with my hand tapped behind my back

Flipping packs, I'm a silver-back, ain't no monkey shit
Go just rolled up a joint, that last 40 minutes
Andale, ain't no bullshit, this that real life
When Puerto Rican Johnny left, it didn't feel right
I come from straight from the trenches
You know my Spurt off the hinges
When you come through we don't talk to you, everyone know that you snitching
This is a different dimension
Whatever I want get attention
My partner stay with the pistols
Them pistols stay with extensions

I done got my hustle in the trap
Another star busting in the trap
I got head in the trap
I done got my bread in the trap
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Five pack, ten pack, twenty pack
Thirty pack, forty pack, fifty pack
I can make a mil up, straight from scratch
I can take your girl with my hand tied behind my back

Rap shit, trap shit, recorded this, sorta did it
All my 16's cracking
You gon' need soda with it
Big boulder on my pinky
Get oral sex off a winky
Took so much designer shit on a cruise, the boat started sinking
Well, hit her with D, now she hooked like Phonics
Chopper by the high heels in the damn closet
Baby mama got a damn whole bunch of bags
She know her baby daddy, got a whole bunch of mags
Valentino, Saint Laurent, Dolce Gabbana
Giuseppe shoes, Jimmy Choos, damn red bottoms
Got a.38 in my damn Nike box
What the F [?]
Ain't no competition, I'll be damned I'm a stop
Do I talk to lames, I say damn, I do not
Automatic weapons get to sprayin' out the car
Brand new f*ckin' necklace like I'm paying for a car (uh)

Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Automatic weapons and Giuseppe's (y'all ain't ready)
Talking 'bout competition, ain't no competition
Talking 'bout competition, ain't no competition
I'm in the magazine you can get your issue
Pull up on your scene with a thousand pistols
(F*ck is my ransom homie?)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Len Williams, Tauheed Epps, Marquel Middlebrooks
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC



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Aries (YuGo)

[ Featuring Pharrell, Station Wagon P ]

Hold up to be clear, yeah (Mike Will Made-It)
I believe in miracles (yeah)
But I don't believe in waiting for 'em (nah)
You gotta make that shit happen (yeah)
In ways they cannot imagine (yeah)
Make them think it's magic (yeah)
It ain't your chain or your vehicles (yeah)
When you that nigga with the bag (yeah)

Just be that nigga with the bag
So when they say: "who is that?"
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
They be like: "who that rolling past?"
Oh, that's that nigga with the bag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo

Let this motivate ya
Turn you up
Make you ravenous
You know they gon' try and curve you
You know they hate you
Don't let the f*ck niggas burn you up
Use it as fuel
You know that deep down down body thirst
That light out in the streets (yeah)
So the gatekeepers hold up
They just let you go, Yugo, Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
Let you go Yugo, Yugo, Yugo

Just be that nigga with the bag
So when they say: "Who is that?"
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
That close encounter riding past
(What's that spaceship riding past?)
That be the nigga with the bag, Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo

Skurt, Station Wagon P
I'm just dangling my keys
Open up the door and take the Danger out the G
Take the G out the danger with the alien degree
Paparazzi yelling freeze while the cops are yelling freeze
From the ambulance, that nigga dying in the street
He do the Hammer Dance and his killler blowing weed
Like it's some hammer pants
He is numb, he don't feel it like a pack of Xans
They riding different colored Ghosts like it's Pac-Man
But don't run up on the window, you get blast man
I hear three sucka in the backseat yelling "yes man"
They ain't your friend if shit go down and they leave your ass
I told you drones was on your home, need to free your ass
And once you learn it's your turn nigga we don't ask
We get a bag so big it has a hole in it, illegal paths
You see the math? (follow)
'Cause we see the path like we're giraffes (follow, follow)

Hold up to be clear (yeah)
I believe in miracles (yeah)
But I don't believe in waiting for 'em (nah)
You gotta make that shit happen (yeah)
In ways they cannot imagine (yeah)
Make them think it's magic (yeah)
It ain't your chain or your vehicles (yeah)
When you that nigga with the bag (yeah)

Just be that nigga with the bag
So, when they say who is that?
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
You see that watch, that's made of glass
It's on the wrist they grip the bag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
That Yugo, Yugo

For them the insecurity sets in
You ride around like the Jetsons
You're the sun's reflection
You shinin', come on, hello

You see that watch, that's made of glass
It's on the wrist they grip the bag
What was that spaceship ridin' past?
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
He do one prayer and then brag
Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag
That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
He do one prayer and then brag
Oh, that's the nigga with the bag

That Yugo, Yugo, Yugo
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, PHARRELL WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Emotions Unlocked

[ Featuring Eearz ]

Today will be the day when
It will be the utltimate change up
Your life will sway
(30, you a fool for this one)
Things will happen that you can't explain
The day when I cut off my loose ends (Are you ready?)
If I were to follow thy heart (You better be)
Promise that I'll make you a part (The world just gon' keep spinning)
Mike WiLL Made-It

The day that I cut off my loose ends
If I were to follow thy heart
Promise that I'll make you a part
Left side of my chest went dark
Take another sip, watch the room spin
Emotions are all under lock
All of my emotions unlocked
All of my emotions unlocked

Spendin' my day, smokin' my weed and reflectin', countin' my blessings
Stressin' 'cause havin' enough to me is really just settlin' and wantin' better
I admit shit is gettin' better but difference between wantin' now and havin' forever
Tryna figure all this shit out
No, I'm not pickin' up the phone often
Our communications seem on and off and
I'm just gettin' shit together, nobody understand though
To being selfish with myself so I can help somebody else
Gassed up part of me, give it out, I could be immaculately honestly this prophecy, uh
No apologies, I'm givin' none, they overlooked they son
It's a thin line, can pop it off, ain't never cross none
I'mma walkin' straight teach my goons better, no one got to die
Please don't play me for a yellow belly, cold still carry
Everythin' I see is real, so if you real, I know you smell me
All for the love of what we could be, please

The day that I cut off my loose ends
If I were to follow thy heart
Promise that I'll make you a part
Left side of my chest went dark
Take another sip, watch the room spin
Emotions are all under lock
All of my emotions unlocked
All of my emotions unlocked

Now now my nigga, tell me how you feelin'
Wakin' up everyday and you tryna get that bag for your family and your children's children
You start to tell when people plot and got new intentions
You wanna be the man of the top floor of that buildin', listen
I'm 'bout to speak out these schematics, draw your ass a blueprint
Then you grew up, so wild and ruthless, can't just be a nuisance
You gotta hold it down and start regroupin'
You better buckle down and get your tutorin'
Get your grip on life, can't loosen
Let's act like you know better, they ain't givin' no handouts,
Ain't finna hold no grown mans hands, not humble, stand down
And and soak up all this knowledge that I'm pukin', just student of the game
See what I'm learnin', expose my bros to the same
My body's gone yet the words still remain
I hope a struck a cord of change or at least part the brain
So maybe this is what we all needed
The one that made it right up out the streets
And showed us how to get up on our feet, preach

The day that I cut off my loose ends
If I were to follow thy heart
Promise that I'll make you a part
Left side of my chest went dark
Take another sip, watch the room spin
Emotions are all under lock
All of my emotions unlocked
All of my emotions unlocked
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Len Williams, Christopher Lee, Samuel Gloade, Lamont Porter, CHRISTOPHER JARMAL LEE, STEPHEN ROBERT HYBICKI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Big God

[ Featuring Trouble, Problem ]

Ear Drummers
F*ck is my ransom, homie?

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?)
You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up
You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin')
I get to rollin' up blunts and talkin' to G's
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck
See me runnin' this shit up (flexin')
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you)
Only the lil' homie stuck
Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday
Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday
Only the lil' homie stuck, big up
Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah

Yes I'ma hold it down, I'ma hold it down
I can't scratch this shit enough, don't snitch, bitch, hold it down
Niggas ain't know shit, so quit the switch, don't f*ck around
What the f*ck you pullin' out the pack for if you don't plan to blowin' it down?
Bitch, you plottin' on yo' man man, (?) come good from that
Rest in peace to 44 P, they hurt the hood with that
Look at all these po' ass kids, the hood f*cked up
This shit was never my dream, hustle from f*ck ups
Sit back, blowin' some green, talk to the big god
Can you please bless my fam' with tickets too much to ask for
Nigga need ya, niggas ain't tryna be greedy
Just want good for my people, forgive me of all my evils
I don't mean to look, but you're tough and I need ya
Everybody done f*ck, don't give a f*ck, I keep her
Baby ate the balls, baby rough on the weepers
Scratchin' like a panther, puttin' bucks on the liters

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?)
You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up
You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin')
I get to rollin' up blunts and talkin' to G's
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck
See me runnin' this shit up (flexin')
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you)
Only the lil' homie stuck

I pay all my niggas, y'all payin' the badge
Live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back (I remember my niggas)
In front of church, guns, a TV and a bootleg DVD
You old players need to stop hatin' on these young ballers
Barkley and Shaq, TNT
Diamond Lane, DLG
Off the seven like BLB
You almost high as GLD
I'm from Compton so I don't expect you to understand my POV
I done bossed up bosses, that's why I said I'm a young OG
Now done sold more than a P and I ran from not one nigga
Have you raised a bitch to lick dick, just come give her? (Hey)
I took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her (f*cked up)
Hell naw, if you strapped or if he not so don't f*ck with her (yeah)
My niggas gon' be my niggas no matter what, so I'm stuck with them (yeah)
My bitches like bitches but can't f*ck, 'less I f*ck with them
Like a toilet, that's blocked up, yeah, I'm deep in this shit, no sleepin'
I'm peepin', everythin' breathin', no love in this shit
Go hard as the governor man, and no I'm not lovin' the bitch
Remember when the trap was bunkin'
Niggas I thought I was makin' money off of publishin' shit (Ha ha, that's crazy)
I can't stop comin', that's why I got so many babies
And bitches love a dog, that's why I got so many ladies (What)

Hey wassup, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?)
You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up
You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin')
I get to rollin' up blunts and talkin' to G's
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck
See me runnin' this shit up (flexin')
Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you)
Only the lil' homie stuck
Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', niggas greedy, everyday
Shit get real, shit get hard, niggas need you, everyday
Only the lil' homie stuck, big up
Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Len Williams, Charles Singleton, Mariel Orr, Jason Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Faith

[ Featuring Lil Wayne, HoodyBaby ]

[Lil Wayne:]
See that nigga at home? It's all good
Mike WiLL Mike WiLL
Ear Drummers

That last drought was a setback
That red light is a death trap
That jail time was a wrist slap
That jail time was a quick nap
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app
I'm from Louisiana, the boot nigga
It's like boot camp, baby

Call the valet, pull up in front
Drop the top and let them bitches see the guts
I drop the top and let you bitches see the guts
We hitting licks, it taste like victory to us
And I always have faith (Faith) in my plug (Plug)
Clean slates (Slate), Dirty lungs
Give me my collection plate (Plate), Like rev and run (Run)
Moving snowflakes (Flakes), So wear some Uggs
Nigga get the duck tape, (Yeah) Ski mask and gloves (Yeah)
Don't leave a trace (Don't leave a trace) Don't leave a crumb
Cause it's always what you take
Not who you took it from (Amen)
We just see them as bait
We just see them as young men that always have faith (Faith)
In my connect
Shoot you in your durex, leave you looking like a kotex
And I'm always half baked, Sipping slow death
Shining, putting these carrots in your face like a snowman
And I always have faith

I need to know
I need to I need to know
Tell me some'n (yeah)
Tell me some'n (Yeah)

Is you stunting or you f*cking or f*cking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We f*cking stunting (F*cking stunting)
And if we partying with these hoes, we f*cking some'n (F*cking some'n)
I'm from New Orleans on these hoes, I'm from the dungeon (I'm from the dungeon)
I can't be partying with these hoes, I'm out here hustlin' (I'm out here hustlin')

I'm out here hustlin', for a meal (Meal)
She busting for a deal (She bust)
Beyonce wasn't lying, we all got bills, bills, bills
I try to tell my bitch that (Bae), she say, yeah right with your rich ass (Ok)
I can't fight with her thick ass (No way)
We cat fight then we kiss ass (Ok)

That last drought was a setback (Amen)
That red light is a death trap (Amen)
That jail time was a wrist slap (Amen)
That jail time was a quick nap (Shh)
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app (Yeah)
Louisiana, the boot is like boot camp
And you know I'm stick this boot ass bitch ass niggaaa (Yeah, yeah)

[Hoodybaby (Lil Wayne) {Both}:]
Told my bro I need a whole thang, I need a whole thang
Why he brought my ass some dog food? I need some cocaine (Alright)
Had to tell my baby mama "front your daddy's whole thang"
(Alright)
Ain't no playing with my money, we ain't playing no games
(Tell 'em)
Hoody Baby, Fat Jesus (Tell 'em) I got all these gold chains
On the highway racing killers, we just call it road rage (Alright)
Call me neighbourhood Hoody, it's a neighbourhood thang
Man, my cellphone ringing, got a call from Mack Maine (Mack)
I got faith (I got faith) in my traphouse (In my traphouse)
State to state (State to state), I got it mapped out (I got it mapped out)
I got a safe (I got a safe) and a stashhouse (Oh Lord)
Hood Baby whip the white {'till I black out}

[Lil Wayne:]
I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some'n (yeah)
Tell me some'n (Yeah)

Is you stunting or you f*cking or f*cking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We f*cking stunting (F*cking stunting)
We can't be partying with these hoes, we are f*cking nothing (We can't be partying)
I'm from New Orleans on these hoes, I'm from the dungeon
I can't be partying with these hoes, I'm I'm out here hustlin' (I'm out here hustlin')

Always have faith (Have faith)
I'm a plug (I'm a plug)
I had to scrape and get it out the mud
I ain't always have cake (No)
So I don't judge and my homies have faith in me so in Tunechi we trust
Tell 'em, hoes!

I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some'n (Tell me sum'n)
Tell me some'n (Tell me sum'n)
Is you stunting or you f*cking or f*cking stunting? (Mula)
Is you balling or is you broke? We f*cking stunting
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, GERRON EVASTON HERRING, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, OMOLOLU AKINLOLU, STEPHEN ROBERT HYBICKI
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.



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Come Down

[ Featuring Chief Keef, Rae Sremmurd ]

[Chief Keef:]
Sosa baby
Ear Dummers
[?]
Bang, bang, bang
Mike WiLL Made-It

I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this.40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it ring, let it all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down

Sosa baby, GBE baby
Hopped out the car smelling like a skunk
And I'm cleaned up, something like a monk
Trap wanging, something like a trunk
And I stand tall, something like a dunk
Talking about the money, talking about the "fffrrr-beep"
Big baby, you know what the f*ck you do to me
I'm riding with my shooter, he won't hesitate to squeeze
Any homie, you what the f*ck he do for me
Fit the stuff up in my Balmains
And what I'm talking, the sawed off thang
Knock you down, like the Chiraq Blackhawks gang
I ain't never had no fame

I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this.40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it ring, let it all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down

[Swae Lee:]
Talk about a come up
Me and my young bulls playing with a lump sum
Niggas that owe me always trying to avoid me
Clutching my.40 and f*cking with lil' shorty
They wanna gossip all through the day
Meanwhile, we flossing every way
Forget what it's costing
We get it right back when we lost it
My G.I. Joe got the MAC in case they wanna cross me
Being impatient got me a new spot that's spacious
And I don't test drive the sedan, I take it
I wanna shine, I wanna rub it in their faces

[Chief Keef:]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this.40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it ring, let it all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down

[Slim Jxmmi:]
All of these bitches call me big daddy
Do so much shit in KOD, they calling me Trick Daddy
Moncler with Louboutin, yeah, I mismatch it
You can tell I'm a rich nigga by looking at me
I'm just chilling, my nigga, my diamonds dancing
You know I shop on Rodeo, I'm never tagging
I'm paper chasing 'till they put me in a casket
I swear them hundreds singing to me like a ballet
When I get that Murciélago, I'm a drive it like a Audi
I pay my ties with these strippers, yeah
I'm trying to die a f*cking billionaire
Balmains, got like every pair
On top, I ain't going anywhere

[Chief Keef:]
I flaunt it, I bought it
I talk it, I walk it
Only thing I worship is the lord and this.40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it ring, let it all fall down, all come down
I'd be insane to complain, baby
I'm so high, I don't wanna come down
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Writer: Michael Williams, A Hogan, Aaquil Brown, Khalif Brown, Keith Cozart
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.



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Outro

Yo, yo, yo Steve, turn the mic on
Do a little outro and shit
Mike WiLL Made-It
Again
Gone
Ear Drummers
Ransom: Releasing All New Songs Orchestrated by Mike Will
Ransom
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Writer: MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, STEPHEN ROBERT HYBICKI
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Nothing Is Promised

[ Featuring Rihanna ]

Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit certain, ain't none of this certain
Ain't none of us perfect, I hope it was worth it

Shoppin' in Paris
We gon' go shoppin' in Paris, nigga
They can't even compare us
They can't even compare us, we're rarer niggas
Rarer niggas
I never'd 'magine this shit comin'
This shit comin'
We swimmin' in money, we drownin' in hundreds
I keep a duffle bag on me like Tity Boi and Dolla
Bruh we ain't takin' that weed, oh no
And if they don't love me, f*ck whatcha talkin' 'bout
I'm in love with the cash, I put that on my mama and father

Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit certain, ain't none of this certain
Ain't none of us perfect, I hope it was worth it

Goin' to France
We gon' vacation in France, nigga
Advanced niggas
Can't nobody stop me, I'm past niggas
I'm past my limit
I'm drunk and I'm blowin' a whole lot of gas, nigga
Ten million in cash
Put up in a stash, it's under my mattress
I put the money in the ground like my nigga Frank Luke
Got a turbo Porsche and I don't even move it
I'm back on the green, it's so hard not to use it
I'm continuously winnin', my nigga, I can't see me losin'

Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit certain, ain't none of this certain
Ain't none of us perfect, I hope it was worth it

Ain't none of this promised, ain't none of this promised
Ain't nothin' in life guaranteed, put that on my mama
Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this
Ain't none of it promised
Ain't none of this certain, not even one of us perfect
Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this
Ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this
Ain't none of this promised
Ain't none of this shit promised, ain't none of this
Ain't none of it promised
Ain't none of this shit, none of this shit, none of this
Ain't none of it promised
I love you, money, I love you, money
I'mma never put a nigga above this money
I'mma wake up and just hug this money
Yeah, yeah
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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS, JAMES EDWARD FAUNTLEROY, ROBIN FENTY, ASHETON TERRENCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.



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Ransom 2 Info:
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Ransom 2

Ransom 2 is the debut studio album by American record producer Mike Will Made It. It is the sequel to his 2014 mixtape Ransom, and was released on March 24, 2017. The album features guest appearances by Kendrick Lamar, Rae Sremmurd, Big Sean, Lil Wayne, YG, Pharrell Williams, 2 Chainz, Young Thug, Chief Keef, and others.
Performed By: Mike Will Made-It
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Length: 60:16
Released: March 24th, 2017
Year: 2017

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