Boss, boss man
I'm the boss man, yessir, yessir, yessir
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
I am far from you
I'm searchin', searchin'
I'm far from you
Far, far
I used to pray for them better days (better days)
They was down on my come-up, tell 'em stay away (tell 'em stay away)
But now I'm major paid (racks)
My mama know that I'm a star, ain't no more bad days (no more bad day)
That nigga gave away his soul, he signed the last page (last page)
And on the road I don't get tired, like I'm Kevin Gates (Kevin)
I'm praying to the Lord, a niggas see them heaven gates
I'm praying all my niggas never see another cage
Still screaming free y'all
I keep talkin' 'bout the money 'cause I get it all ('cause I get it all)
I'm the boss man, I can never work for y'all (boss man)
You can't trust these labels, nigga, f*ck 'em all (f*ck 'em all)
You was just the man until you spent it all (until you spent it all)
Buy my bitch a outfit, tell her take it off (take that shit)
They won't show you love until you've taken off (you've taken off)
That's the truth and it's f*cked up (it's f*cked up)
Then I woke up and I went bought her a Benz truck (skrt)
I was tryna buy a Rollie, I ain't have enough (I ain't have enough)
I was breakin' into cars, but I was savin' up
But I knew I had a dream, I had to live it up (live it up)
Bought the crib in Calabasas, and it's far as f*ck
I ain't tryna be around y'all
She gon' suck it slow 'til I doze off ('til I doze off)
I don't kick it with these niggas, I don't know y'all (I don't know y'all)
You want the fame more than money, that's your downfall
I ain't tryna be around y'all
She gon' suck it slow 'til I doze off ('til I doze off)
I don't kick it with these niggas, I don't know y'all (I don't know y'all)
You want the fame more than money, that's your downfall
All this water might drown you
All this money might drive you crazy dawg
All this water might drown you
All this money might drive you crazy dawg
And nobody knows where it goes
Rich the Kid - BOSS MAN Album Lyrics
Rich the Kid - BOSS MAN Lyrics
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Austin Schindler, Jacob Reske
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Stuck Together
(DY Krazy)
The money get stuck together (stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (she bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (they rich)
Better go get your shit together (woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain't settlin'
Get a pack and I'm pushing and pedaling
I ain't f*cking with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain't tellin' it
When I first met Lil Baby he was trappin' it (trap)
Bust down wrist came from Elliot (Elliot)
I crashed in the pussy like an accident (crash)
When I caught a Lamb and I'm mad at it (skrrt)
Bustdown AP '012
Used to buy bags from a hotel
He ain't getting back shit, nigga, oh well
In the 6, me and Rich eating oxtail
Walking up in the plug he do wholesales
My nigga caught a little charge, he got no bail (no bail)
He rich, tryna chop down the opps still
Wanna see my niggas touch a whole meal
I'm a rich nigga now, I did somethin' right
Overbooked, I did four shows one night
Back to back, that eight-hunnid two nights
Big jet, I had to take a shower on the flight
Big check
No little bag, got a big check (woo)
She get a bag when she upset (upset)
You fell in love, you ain't f*ck yet (ha)
Overbooked (overbooked)
I want your bitch, then she getting took
I stacked up my money like old books (old books)
Call up my phone but it's off the hook (beep)
The money get stuck together (stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (she bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (they rich)
Better go get your shit together (woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain't settlin'
Get a pack and I'm pushing and pedaling
I ain't f*cking with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain't tellin' it
Calling my phone, get the operator (woo)
Why these niggas keep hating? Can't stack the paper (paper)
Why my bitches so bad with no make-up? (Bad)
Why she be sucking my dick every time I wake up? (Woo)
I get racks, I need more, I can't settle (can't settle)
I'm too booked, you can't fit on the schedule (the schedule)
I'm the boss you can't get on my level
When she suck it, I step on the pedal (Rich)
The money get stuck together (stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (she bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (they rich)
Better go get your shit together (woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain't settlin'
Get a pack and I'm pushing and pedaling
I ain't f*cking with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain't tellin' it
The money get stuck together (stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (she bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (they rich)
Better go get your shit together (woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain't settlin'
Get a pack and I'm pushing and pedaling
I ain't f*cking with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain't tellin' it
When I first met Lil Baby he was trappin' it (trap)
Bust down wrist came from Elliot (Elliot)
I crashed in the pussy like an accident (crash)
When I caught a Lamb and I'm mad at it (skrrt)
Bustdown AP '012
Used to buy bags from a hotel
He ain't getting back shit, nigga, oh well
In the 6, me and Rich eating oxtail
Walking up in the plug he do wholesales
My nigga caught a little charge, he got no bail (no bail)
He rich, tryna chop down the opps still
Wanna see my niggas touch a whole meal
I'm a rich nigga now, I did somethin' right
Overbooked, I did four shows one night
Back to back, that eight-hunnid two nights
Big jet, I had to take a shower on the flight
Big check
No little bag, got a big check (woo)
She get a bag when she upset (upset)
You fell in love, you ain't f*ck yet (ha)
Overbooked (overbooked)
I want your bitch, then she getting took
I stacked up my money like old books (old books)
Call up my phone but it's off the hook (beep)
The money get stuck together (stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (she bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (they rich)
Better go get your shit together (woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain't settlin'
Get a pack and I'm pushing and pedaling
I ain't f*cking with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain't tellin' it
Calling my phone, get the operator (woo)
Why these niggas keep hating? Can't stack the paper (paper)
Why my bitches so bad with no make-up? (Bad)
Why she be sucking my dick every time I wake up? (Woo)
I get racks, I need more, I can't settle (can't settle)
I'm too booked, you can't fit on the schedule (the schedule)
I'm the boss you can't get on my level
When she suck it, I step on the pedal (Rich)
The money get stuck together (stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (she bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (they rich)
Better go get your shit together (woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain't settlin'
Get a pack and I'm pushing and pedaling
I ain't f*cking with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain't tellin' it
Writer: Andre Proctor, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Dominique Jones, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ray Charles
(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)
Bitch-ass nigga
Ho-ass niggas, countin' this shit up
We rackin' this shit up
Spent a whole M, spent a whole ticket
You know what I'm sayin'? On just ice
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (bands)
I don't see y'all niggas like a blind man (woo)
Playin' wit' the keys like I'm Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Goyard (water)
Crossin' the border (border), Florida (woo), headin' to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)
Yeah, let that bitch play
You hear that? (Woo, woo)
Bankroll, bankroll bigger than ever
My niggas richer than ever (rich)
Ray got a quarter mill' out the dirt
He dug it up with a shovel
I don't see y'all bitch niggas like a blind man
Made a mill' last night, think I'm lyin', man?
In the trap, hit 'em with the frying pan
He ain't got no heart like the Iron Man (woo)
The bitch on my body, might f*ck again
Bitch, I'm Ray Charles, gon' and bring a friend (woo)
Money counter, keep it rackin' in (rackin' in)
I gotta sleep with a F&N (what?)
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (bands)
I don't see y'all niggas like a blind man (woo)
Playin' wit' the keys like I'm Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Goyard (water)
Crossin' the border (border), Florida (woo), headin' to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)
Yeah, real spill
First young nigga with a Richard Mille, huh
Nah, real deal
No cap
Boss man
Bitch-ass nigga
Ho-ass niggas, countin' this shit up
We rackin' this shit up
Spent a whole M, spent a whole ticket
You know what I'm sayin'? On just ice
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (bands)
I don't see y'all niggas like a blind man (woo)
Playin' wit' the keys like I'm Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Goyard (water)
Crossin' the border (border), Florida (woo), headin' to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)
Yeah, let that bitch play
You hear that? (Woo, woo)
Bankroll, bankroll bigger than ever
My niggas richer than ever (rich)
Ray got a quarter mill' out the dirt
He dug it up with a shovel
I don't see y'all bitch niggas like a blind man
Made a mill' last night, think I'm lyin', man?
In the trap, hit 'em with the frying pan
He ain't got no heart like the Iron Man (woo)
The bitch on my body, might f*ck again
Bitch, I'm Ray Charles, gon' and bring a friend (woo)
Money counter, keep it rackin' in (rackin' in)
I gotta sleep with a F&N (what?)
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (bands)
I don't see y'all niggas like a blind man (woo)
Playin' wit' the keys like I'm Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Goyard (water)
Crossin' the border (border), Florida (woo), headin' to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)
Yeah, real spill
First young nigga with a Richard Mille, huh
Nah, real deal
No cap
Boss man
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Jefferson Ogendi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Sick
Pull up in a foreign, that's sick
Two hundred on a watch, that's sick
(Got it on smash)
Money don't fold, that's sick
(1, 1, 1) (what else?)
And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (what else?)
And my drip, that's sick, my whip, that's sick (skrrt)
Then she wanna f*ck, I want that neck, that's sick
Oh, my bitch, she lit (she lit), my pockets fat as shit (it's fat)
Your pockets stay on fit, boy, you ain't buyin' shit
I hit the doctor for a check up, but I'm still sick (but I'm still sick)
Man, I know y'all niggas broke, y'all spendin' counterfeit (there you go)
Flood the Richard Mille, I might drown the bitch (I might drown the bitch)
I just made a half a mil', but I ain't counted it (Rich)
And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick
Let's go
Bitch, I'm sick, like I got the flu (huh?)
F*ckin' around wit' your boo
Yes sir, I'm back in that mood
Pullin' out hunnids and all of 'em blue
Soon as I pull off, all you hear is sh, vroom
Blessin' the bitch, like, "Achoo"
BDB ENT, bitch, you know how we do
You wanna f*ck 'Baby? You gon' f*ck the crew, yeah
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Check out my wrist, bitch, it looks like the last one
She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
She callin' me baby, she callin' me daddy (damn)
I cannot play with a hoe, she don't wanna f*ck, she go home in a taxi (yup)
Won't even get that bitch an Uber (huh?), Just spent a lil' bag on my jewelry
And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (what else?)
Two hundred on a watch, that's sick
(Got it on smash)
Money don't fold, that's sick
(1, 1, 1) (what else?)
And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (what else?)
And my drip, that's sick, my whip, that's sick (skrrt)
Then she wanna f*ck, I want that neck, that's sick
Oh, my bitch, she lit (she lit), my pockets fat as shit (it's fat)
Your pockets stay on fit, boy, you ain't buyin' shit
I hit the doctor for a check up, but I'm still sick (but I'm still sick)
Man, I know y'all niggas broke, y'all spendin' counterfeit (there you go)
Flood the Richard Mille, I might drown the bitch (I might drown the bitch)
I just made a half a mil', but I ain't counted it (Rich)
And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick
Let's go
Bitch, I'm sick, like I got the flu (huh?)
F*ckin' around wit' your boo
Yes sir, I'm back in that mood
Pullin' out hunnids and all of 'em blue
Soon as I pull off, all you hear is sh, vroom
Blessin' the bitch, like, "Achoo"
BDB ENT, bitch, you know how we do
You wanna f*ck 'Baby? You gon' f*ck the crew, yeah
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Check out my wrist, bitch, it looks like the last one
She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
She callin' me baby, she callin' me daddy (damn)
I cannot play with a hoe, she don't wanna f*ck, she go home in a taxi (yup)
Won't even get that bitch an Uber (huh?), Just spent a lil' bag on my jewelry
And my wrist sick, your pockets fit
My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch (I got the baddest bitch)
My whip's sick, my drip's sick
I just left the doctor, but I'm still sick (what else?)
Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Samuel Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Not Sorry
Rich the Ken and Barbie
Rich the Ken and Barbie (got, got it on smash)
Rich the Ken and Barbie
And she bad like a Barbie (she bad)
My car foreign, it's a 'Rari (skrt)
I was pulling up like, "Pardon me" (woo)
This is a push start, no car keys (skrrt)
No cash on me, that's hardly (hardly)
She just wanna ride me like a Harley (Harley)
That ain't my baby like Maury (what?)
So sorry that I'm not sorry
Ayy, the money don't stop, I'm ballin' baby (woo)
I been on the road, they been callin' lately (I been on the road)
I came on with the racks on (rack)
Throw the money on her back bone
Might blow it (blow it)
It's a thunderstorm how I throw it (how I throw it)
It's a rich nigga, yeah, she know it (what?)
It's a pile of money, and she clappin' on it (woo, woo)
I done made a millions, ain't no cappin' on it
Tell her don't stop, just keep goin' (keep goin')
Don't hold the money, I throw it (I throw it)
Know she a freak, get to drippin' on it
No joke (no joke)
Ass fat, and she keep the lotion
Dive in, it's a f*ckin' ocean
Tell the bitch just to bust it open
And she bad like a Barbie (she bad)
My car foreign, it's a 'Rari (skrt)
I was pulling up like, "Pardon me" (woo)
This is a push start, no car keys (skrrt)
No cash on me, that's hardly (hardly)
She just wanna ride me like a Harley (Harley)
That ain't my baby like Maury (what?)
So sorry that I'm not sorry
Pussy so thick, oh shit
He said, "That pussy pretty," no shit
Throw it in the air (air, air), hoe shit
I got extendo, full clip
I'm bad, like a Barbie
Eat oxtail like a Yardie
You bum bitches still salty
I'm with the baddest bitches in the party
Hit 'em with the red face, patty
Pretty bitch that's business savvy
In real life look better than my avi
Baby oil drippin' off my fatty
And she bad like a Barbie (she bad)
My car foreign, it's a 'Rari (skrt)
I was pulling up like, "Pardon me" (woo)
This is a push start, no car keys (skrrt)
No cash on me, that's hardly (hardly)
She just wanna ride me like a Harley (Harley)
That ain't my baby like Maury (what?)
So sorry that I'm not sorry
(Got, got it on smash)
Rich the Ken and Barbie (got, got it on smash)
Rich the Ken and Barbie
And she bad like a Barbie (she bad)
My car foreign, it's a 'Rari (skrt)
I was pulling up like, "Pardon me" (woo)
This is a push start, no car keys (skrrt)
No cash on me, that's hardly (hardly)
She just wanna ride me like a Harley (Harley)
That ain't my baby like Maury (what?)
So sorry that I'm not sorry
Ayy, the money don't stop, I'm ballin' baby (woo)
I been on the road, they been callin' lately (I been on the road)
I came on with the racks on (rack)
Throw the money on her back bone
Might blow it (blow it)
It's a thunderstorm how I throw it (how I throw it)
It's a rich nigga, yeah, she know it (what?)
It's a pile of money, and she clappin' on it (woo, woo)
I done made a millions, ain't no cappin' on it
Tell her don't stop, just keep goin' (keep goin')
Don't hold the money, I throw it (I throw it)
Know she a freak, get to drippin' on it
No joke (no joke)
Ass fat, and she keep the lotion
Dive in, it's a f*ckin' ocean
Tell the bitch just to bust it open
And she bad like a Barbie (she bad)
My car foreign, it's a 'Rari (skrt)
I was pulling up like, "Pardon me" (woo)
This is a push start, no car keys (skrrt)
No cash on me, that's hardly (hardly)
She just wanna ride me like a Harley (Harley)
That ain't my baby like Maury (what?)
So sorry that I'm not sorry
Pussy so thick, oh shit
He said, "That pussy pretty," no shit
Throw it in the air (air, air), hoe shit
I got extendo, full clip
I'm bad, like a Barbie
Eat oxtail like a Yardie
You bum bitches still salty
I'm with the baddest bitches in the party
Hit 'em with the red face, patty
Pretty bitch that's business savvy
In real life look better than my avi
Baby oil drippin' off my fatty
And she bad like a Barbie (she bad)
My car foreign, it's a 'Rari (skrt)
I was pulling up like, "Pardon me" (woo)
This is a push start, no car keys (skrrt)
No cash on me, that's hardly (hardly)
She just wanna ride me like a Harley (Harley)
That ain't my baby like Maury (what?)
So sorry that I'm not sorry
(Got, got it on smash)
Writer: Derrick Gray, Dimitri Roger, Onika Maraj, Samuel Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Red
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff (ayy, let me hear that)
Red bitch (red), red hair, she get flown out
Red bottoms (woo), but the slippers, got her toes out
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Red bitch (bitch), red hair, she get flown out (woo)
Red bottoms (bottoms), but the slippers, got her toes out (woo)
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out (woo)
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Drank (drank), red (red), bitch red (woo), gimme head
She gon' suck me 'til I'm dead (what?)
The Glock got a beam on it
My money so tall I can lean on it (lean on it)
He talkin' the smoke but we want it (smoke)
I pull out the dick, she ease on it (ooh)
I pull out a bag and sleep on it (sleep)
You talkin' 'bout the beat? I got Jeff on it (Jeff)
Forgiatos got the red on it (skrrt)
F*ck her on the floor not the bed only
Some my niggas they bangin' the blues
Some they bangin' that red (that red)
Know she want some brand new shoes
'Long as them bottoms is red (woo)
Red bitch (red), red hair, she get flown out
Red bottoms (woo), but the slippers, got her toes out
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Red bitch (bitch), red hair, she get flown out (woo)
Red bottoms (bottoms), but the slippers, got her toes out (woo)
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out (woo)
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Pour up the red (red), I'm on the meds
Her Birkin is red, middle finger to the fed
Bitch, I was broke, then I got rich, did it in real life (real life)
Got a red bitch, let her count the fifties at a red light (red light)
Lamborghini got the red guts (red)
She a good girl, but she bad as f*ck (bad)
Beep-beep when she backin' up (beep)
Get her a bag when she actin' up (actin' up)
Red cup (red), she got Henny, I got red stuff (drank)
First class to redeye, how she pullin' up (what?)
Red bitch (red), red hair, she get flown out
Red bottoms (woo), but the slippers, got her toes out
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Red bitch (bitch), red hair, she get flown out (woo)
Red bottoms (bottoms), but the slippers, got her toes out (woo)
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out (woo)
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Red bitch (red), red hair, she get flown out
Red bottoms (woo), but the slippers, got her toes out
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Red bitch (bitch), red hair, she get flown out (woo)
Red bottoms (bottoms), but the slippers, got her toes out (woo)
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out (woo)
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Drank (drank), red (red), bitch red (woo), gimme head
She gon' suck me 'til I'm dead (what?)
The Glock got a beam on it
My money so tall I can lean on it (lean on it)
He talkin' the smoke but we want it (smoke)
I pull out the dick, she ease on it (ooh)
I pull out a bag and sleep on it (sleep)
You talkin' 'bout the beat? I got Jeff on it (Jeff)
Forgiatos got the red on it (skrrt)
F*ck her on the floor not the bed only
Some my niggas they bangin' the blues
Some they bangin' that red (that red)
Know she want some brand new shoes
'Long as them bottoms is red (woo)
Red bitch (red), red hair, she get flown out
Red bottoms (woo), but the slippers, got her toes out
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Red bitch (bitch), red hair, she get flown out (woo)
Red bottoms (bottoms), but the slippers, got her toes out (woo)
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out (woo)
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Pour up the red (red), I'm on the meds
Her Birkin is red, middle finger to the fed
Bitch, I was broke, then I got rich, did it in real life (real life)
Got a red bitch, let her count the fifties at a red light (red light)
Lamborghini got the red guts (red)
She a good girl, but she bad as f*ck (bad)
Beep-beep when she backin' up (beep)
Get her a bag when she actin' up (actin' up)
Red cup (red), she got Henny, I got red stuff (drank)
First class to redeye, how she pullin' up (what?)
Red bitch (red), red hair, she get flown out
Red bottoms (woo), but the slippers, got her toes out
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Red bitch (bitch), red hair, she get flown out (woo)
Red bottoms (bottoms), but the slippers, got her toes out (woo)
Red guts (guts) on the Lamb' when I pull it out (woo)
Money all blue (money) and my bitch all red (red)
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Jefferson Ogendi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
V12
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Or V6?)
Lil' bitch done seen the Rollie, now she seasick (the Rollie)
I want the neck, I want the head, I been fienin' (I been fienin')
I think she say she want a bag, go to Niemans (Niemans)
But I'ma go and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty
I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me
It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (corduroy)
Walk around with two chain, like I'm Tity Boi (like I'm Tity Boi)
Drinkin' out the bottle like I'm Diddy, boy
We pull up and kill the scene, nigga, it's a casket
When I went and cut the Lamb' truck, I had the 'matic
I just gave her one hit, now the bitch a addict
When I'm feelin' sad, I might buy a Patek
I can tell, she wanna f*ck me with her friend as well
Hangin' out the roof like, "F*ck 12" (f*ck 12)
I got too much money, I can't go to jail (go to jail)
Rich
It's alright (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
I can tell (I can tell)
If the money brand new just by the smell (by the smell)
Might buy the bitch a Benz or V12
They was closin' Barneys, had to Saks Fifth it
I'ma do the dash, I can't get a ticket (I can't get a ticket)
Oh, I think they like me (like me)
That's your girl? Then you better hold her tightly (tightly)
Better do the right thing, nigga, Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
If you boss up, then you can be just like me (like me)
You can cash out on a Maybach like me (me)
Bought a mansion and my bitch she look like Angeli' ('Li)
I was twelve, from my dad I had stole a V (V)
I went and pulled up on a foreign, I don't need a key
YSL
With the Louis, got Dior on my belt (on my belt)
Forgiato on the rims, used to tell
I ain't cappin', 'cause that's bad for your health
(Rich) it's alright (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Or V6?)
Lil' bitch done seen the Rollie, now she seasick (the Rollie)
I want the neck, I want the head, I been fienin' (I been fienin')
I think she say she want a bag, go to Niemans (Niemans)
But I'ma go and tell the truth, lil' mama nasty
I can't give that bitch a dime, please don't ask me
It's Gucci, boy, this corduroy (corduroy)
Walk around with two chain, like I'm Tity Boi (like I'm Tity Boi)
Drinkin' out the bottle like I'm Diddy, boy
We pull up and kill the scene, nigga, it's a casket
When I went and cut the Lamb' truck, I had the 'matic
I just gave her one hit, now the bitch a addict
When I'm feelin' sad, I might buy a Patek
I can tell, she wanna f*ck me with her friend as well
Hangin' out the roof like, "F*ck 12" (f*ck 12)
I got too much money, I can't go to jail (go to jail)
Rich
It's alright (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
I can tell (I can tell)
If the money brand new just by the smell (by the smell)
Might buy the bitch a Benz or V12
They was closin' Barneys, had to Saks Fifth it
I'ma do the dash, I can't get a ticket (I can't get a ticket)
Oh, I think they like me (like me)
That's your girl? Then you better hold her tightly (tightly)
Better do the right thing, nigga, Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
If you boss up, then you can be just like me (like me)
You can cash out on a Maybach like me (me)
Bought a mansion and my bitch she look like Angeli' ('Li)
I was twelve, from my dad I had stole a V (V)
I went and pulled up on a foreign, I don't need a key
YSL
With the Louis, got Dior on my belt (on my belt)
Forgiato on the rims, used to tell
I ain't cappin', 'cause that's bad for your health
(Rich) it's alright (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
Go ride (in the V12)
V6, ooh, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
Writer: Austin Richard Post, Dimitri Leslie Roger
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
For That
F*ck wrong with y'all niggas, man?
It's up, it's stuck, way up
Jefferson, what's poppin', nigga?
Woo
(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)
Pour my lean in the sink for that pussy (what?)
I might rob a bank for that pussy (for that pussy)
I'm a dog, I can't play with that pussy (where'd that pussy go?)
I need the money, I can't stay for that pussy (for that pussy, woo)
Turn around, I'ma hit it raw, I'ma f*ck her jaw (what?)
Pullin' up every time I call in the pussy doll
I might go out on a date for that pussy (on a date)
I'm on ice, I can skate for the pussy (you can skate)
I let her ride in the Wraith, give me the cookie (give me the cookie)
She want the dick so bad, I tell her, "Book me" (I tell her, "Book me")
I tell her talk to me when she throw it back (back, back)
All these hundreds on me, I might throw a rack (rack, rack)
Pour my lean in the sink for that pussy (what?)
I might rob a bank for that pussy (for that pussy)
I'm a dog, I can't play with that pussy (where'd that pussy go?)
I need the money, I can't stay for that pussy (for that pussy, woo)
Ooh, she hot (ooh, she hot), I'm on a Percocet (Perc)
Young rich nigga, I can splurge the check
And the pussy too good, I had to switch to the neck (neck)
I was beatin' on that pussy, she said, "Chill for a sec'"
And that pussy was too good, I bought her Prada (bought her Prada)
When I'm in it, it feel like a million dollars (a million dollars)
I might pull it out and then I let her swallow (let her swallow)
I'm a dog, I got diamonds on my collar
Pour my lean in the sink for that pussy (what?)
I might rob a bank for that pussy (for that pussy)
I'm a dog, I can't play with that pussy (where'd that pussy go?)
I need the money, I can't stay for that pussy (for that pussy, woo)
(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)
It's up, it's stuck, way up
Jefferson, what's poppin', nigga?
Woo
(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)
Pour my lean in the sink for that pussy (what?)
I might rob a bank for that pussy (for that pussy)
I'm a dog, I can't play with that pussy (where'd that pussy go?)
I need the money, I can't stay for that pussy (for that pussy, woo)
Turn around, I'ma hit it raw, I'ma f*ck her jaw (what?)
Pullin' up every time I call in the pussy doll
I might go out on a date for that pussy (on a date)
I'm on ice, I can skate for the pussy (you can skate)
I let her ride in the Wraith, give me the cookie (give me the cookie)
She want the dick so bad, I tell her, "Book me" (I tell her, "Book me")
I tell her talk to me when she throw it back (back, back)
All these hundreds on me, I might throw a rack (rack, rack)
Pour my lean in the sink for that pussy (what?)
I might rob a bank for that pussy (for that pussy)
I'm a dog, I can't play with that pussy (where'd that pussy go?)
I need the money, I can't stay for that pussy (for that pussy, woo)
Ooh, she hot (ooh, she hot), I'm on a Percocet (Perc)
Young rich nigga, I can splurge the check
And the pussy too good, I had to switch to the neck (neck)
I was beatin' on that pussy, she said, "Chill for a sec'"
And that pussy was too good, I bought her Prada (bought her Prada)
When I'm in it, it feel like a million dollars (a million dollars)
I might pull it out and then I let her swallow (let her swallow)
I'm a dog, I got diamonds on my collar
Pour my lean in the sink for that pussy (what?)
I might rob a bank for that pussy (for that pussy)
I'm a dog, I can't play with that pussy (where'd that pussy go?)
I need the money, I can't stay for that pussy (for that pussy, woo)
(Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff)
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Jefferson Ogendi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Depend On Me
I'm the f*ckin' CEO my team, yeah
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, my team depend on me
I ain't goin' to no club unless they pay the fee
Some niggas turned they back, knew they would switch up on me
Flexin' on these niggas, presidential Rollie
Nigga hatin' but his baby mama f*ckin'
I was broke and then I turned myself to something
Eliantte on my neck, bitch, all my diamonds bustin'
I made it off of nothing, all my pockets hunnids
Yeah, yeah
I'm just eighteen, I'm tryna live it up
I got two watches and they came from Izzy and all of my diamonds, they buss'
Still on probation, I'm smokin' exotic, but I'ma drink fluids to flush
Now I don't give me a f*ck, young nigga runnin' it up
Now I got money, these bitches be plottin', they want me for all of my stuff
I just want mouthy and shawty she aggy, 'cause she want me all in her guts
I don't got time for no slut, bitches been comin' in clutch
Chop me, you know I'ma bust, Hennessy give me a rush
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, my team depend on me
I ain't goin' to no club unless they pay the fee
Some niggas turned they back, knew they would switch up on me
Flexin' on these niggas, presidential Rollie
Nigga hatin' but his baby mama f*ckin'
I was broke and then I turned myself to something
Eliantte on my neck, bitch, all my diamonds bustin'
I made it off of nothing, all my pockets hunnids
They depend on me (on me)
My mama, she told me I'm flexin', I need to be low-key (low-key)
Bought the Rolls Royce truck, nigga, got the peanut butter seats
She was a good girl, 'til I f*cked her once, then I turned her to a freak
Bitch, I'm the CEO, don't call my phone, unless I ask you to speak
Why you askin' 'bout a show if you can't pay for the fee?
I got money keep on fallin' like I got a money tree (racks)
I just did another show, I got a back end on me (back end)
Bought my bitch an ankle bracelet, she want diamonds on her feet (Rich)
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, my team depend on me
I ain't goin' to no club unless they pay the fee
Some niggas turned they back, knew they would switch up on me
Flexin' on these niggas, presidential Rollie
Nigga hatin' but his baby mama f*ckin'
I was broke and then I turned myself to something
Eliantte on my neck, bitch, all my diamonds bustin'
I made it off of nothing, all my pockets hunnids
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, my team depend on me
I ain't goin' to no club unless they pay the fee
Some niggas turned they back, knew they would switch up on me
Flexin' on these niggas, presidential Rollie
Nigga hatin' but his baby mama f*ckin'
I was broke and then I turned myself to something
Eliantte on my neck, bitch, all my diamonds bustin'
I made it off of nothing, all my pockets hunnids
Yeah, yeah
I'm just eighteen, I'm tryna live it up
I got two watches and they came from Izzy and all of my diamonds, they buss'
Still on probation, I'm smokin' exotic, but I'ma drink fluids to flush
Now I don't give me a f*ck, young nigga runnin' it up
Now I got money, these bitches be plottin', they want me for all of my stuff
I just want mouthy and shawty she aggy, 'cause she want me all in her guts
I don't got time for no slut, bitches been comin' in clutch
Chop me, you know I'ma bust, Hennessy give me a rush
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, my team depend on me
I ain't goin' to no club unless they pay the fee
Some niggas turned they back, knew they would switch up on me
Flexin' on these niggas, presidential Rollie
Nigga hatin' but his baby mama f*ckin'
I was broke and then I turned myself to something
Eliantte on my neck, bitch, all my diamonds bustin'
I made it off of nothing, all my pockets hunnids
They depend on me (on me)
My mama, she told me I'm flexin', I need to be low-key (low-key)
Bought the Rolls Royce truck, nigga, got the peanut butter seats
She was a good girl, 'til I f*cked her once, then I turned her to a freak
Bitch, I'm the CEO, don't call my phone, unless I ask you to speak
Why you askin' 'bout a show if you can't pay for the fee?
I got money keep on fallin' like I got a money tree (racks)
I just did another show, I got a back end on me (back end)
Bought my bitch an ankle bracelet, she want diamonds on her feet (Rich)
I'm the f*ckin' CEO, my team depend on me
I ain't goin' to no club unless they pay the fee
Some niggas turned they back, knew they would switch up on me
Flexin' on these niggas, presidential Rollie
Nigga hatin' but his baby mama f*ckin'
I was broke and then I turned myself to something
Eliantte on my neck, bitch, all my diamonds bustin'
I made it off of nothing, all my pockets hunnids
Writer: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Marcel Korkutata, Shane Lee Lindstrom, Tione Merritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Easy
(AXL)
My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid)
Double C when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don't want no Yeezys (bad)
Big bank so the money don't fold
All my young niggas still trap or die like Jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of DC
Popped a pill, I'm done met E.T.
Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (what?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin'
Made a fifty, double to a hunnid
Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it (skrt)
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted
Throw it back
She want a Birkin but she can't get none of that (what?)
Ass fat, she want the rack, I told her to make it clap
Last night, I made a hunnid easy
I usually charge, but she could get a freebie
My last bitch, she said she didn't mean
Now she broke and bust it for the freeski
Oh, I done bought the Lamborghini (skrt)
I've been flexin' on 'em, know they see me
Pass that, told him to put up a fifty but he couldn't match that
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (hunnid)
She don't wear no Yeezy, is you dummy?
Chopper bullet hit you in the tummy
Niggas love that cappin', but it's funny
My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid)
Double C when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don't want no Yeezys (bad)
Big bank so the money don't fold
All my young niggas still trap or die like Jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of DC
Popped a pill, I'm done met E.T.
Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (what?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin'
Made a fifty, double to a hunnid
Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it (skrt)
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted
My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid)
Double C when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don't want no Yeezys (bad)
Big bank so the money don't fold
All my young niggas still trap or die like Jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of DC
Popped a pill, I'm done met E.T.
Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (what?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin'
Made a fifty, double to a hunnid
Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it (skrt)
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted
Throw it back
She want a Birkin but she can't get none of that (what?)
Ass fat, she want the rack, I told her to make it clap
Last night, I made a hunnid easy
I usually charge, but she could get a freebie
My last bitch, she said she didn't mean
Now she broke and bust it for the freeski
Oh, I done bought the Lamborghini (skrt)
I've been flexin' on 'em, know they see me
Pass that, told him to put up a fifty but he couldn't match that
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (hunnid)
She don't wear no Yeezy, is you dummy?
Chopper bullet hit you in the tummy
Niggas love that cappin', but it's funny
My wrist, that's a hunnid easy (hunnid)
Double C when you see my bitch
Hell nah, she bad, she don't want no Yeezys (bad)
Big bank so the money don't fold
All my young niggas still trap or die like Jeezy
All the bands on me, she a fan on me
Young nigga run a check out of DC
Popped a pill, I'm done met E.T.
Bitch bad, she might get a new Jeep (what?)
Make a twenty, turn it to a hunnid (woo)
Hit the plug, get the bands, run it
But a broke nigga ain't talkin' nothing (nothing)
Fell asleep in it, it was bussin'
Made a fifty, double to a hunnid
Cut the Bentley, put the Forgis on it (skrt)
Girl, throw it back like it was fronted
All these racks is all I ever wanted
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer, Axel Alberigi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
About My Business
It's life
You gotta adapt to it
(Ayy, lemme hear that ho, Jeff)
The boss
You tryna be a boss, well, bitch, I've been that (bitch, I've been that)
I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
You gon' learn, boy, in this game, this shit ain't friendly (shit ain't friendly)
These niggas envy (niggas envy)
Yeah, I came up from the bottom, nigga, I got seven figures
I'm about to need a calculator, money on my mental (what?)
F*ck a bitch, she gets dismissal ('Missal), I'ma fetch her a tissue (tissue)
They can hate the boss man, but he's still getting richer (woo)
Boss man, she want that Molly Santan (Molly)
If I got a lil', she gon' lick it off my hand (lick it)
If I'm on a scene, I got at least a hundred bands
Tryna make your niggas rich forever, get a f*ckin' plan (what?)
B-O, double S (S)
I'm lookin' at my bank account, can't even f*ckin' stress (no)
And we can't even settle, goin' hard and get the best (best)
It's f*cked up how we livin', get a deal and buy a vest (rich)
You tryna be a boss, well, bitch, I've been that (bitch, I've been that)
I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
You gon' learn, boy, in this game, this shit ain't friendly (shit ain't friendly)
These niggas envy (niggas envy)
Yeah, I came up from the bottom, nigga, I got seven figures
I'm about to need a calculator, money on my mental
F*ck a bitch, she gets dismissal ('missal), I'ma fetch her a tissue (tissue)
They can hate the boss man, but he's still getting richer (woo)
Boss back, they can't knock me off track (woo)
Matte black just like the Men in Black (skrrt)
Rocket get you whacked
Rich and that's a fact (fact), lemme see it clap
Damn near two mil' in cars, I ain't even gotta cap (woo)
Boss man with no suit and tie, I can't even lie (woo, woo)
That's your bitch, she let me get inside, it's a homicide
Had to kill the pussy (the pussy), purrin' on the rookie (the rookie)
Know your bitch gettin' freaky on my phone, I got the footage (the boss)
You tryna be a boss, well, bitch, I've been that (bitch, I've been that)
I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
You gon' learn, boy, in this game, this shit ain't friendly (shit ain't friendly)
These niggas envy (niggas envy)
Yeah, I came up from the bottom, nigga, I got seven figures
I'm about to need a calculator, money on my mental (woo)
F*ck a bitch, she gets dismissal ('missal), I'ma fetch her a tissue (tissue)
They can hate the boss man, but he's still getting richer (woo)
(Ayy, lemme hear that ho, Jeff)
You gotta adapt to it
(Ayy, lemme hear that ho, Jeff)
The boss
You tryna be a boss, well, bitch, I've been that (bitch, I've been that)
I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
You gon' learn, boy, in this game, this shit ain't friendly (shit ain't friendly)
These niggas envy (niggas envy)
Yeah, I came up from the bottom, nigga, I got seven figures
I'm about to need a calculator, money on my mental (what?)
F*ck a bitch, she gets dismissal ('Missal), I'ma fetch her a tissue (tissue)
They can hate the boss man, but he's still getting richer (woo)
Boss man, she want that Molly Santan (Molly)
If I got a lil', she gon' lick it off my hand (lick it)
If I'm on a scene, I got at least a hundred bands
Tryna make your niggas rich forever, get a f*ckin' plan (what?)
B-O, double S (S)
I'm lookin' at my bank account, can't even f*ckin' stress (no)
And we can't even settle, goin' hard and get the best (best)
It's f*cked up how we livin', get a deal and buy a vest (rich)
You tryna be a boss, well, bitch, I've been that (bitch, I've been that)
I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
You gon' learn, boy, in this game, this shit ain't friendly (shit ain't friendly)
These niggas envy (niggas envy)
Yeah, I came up from the bottom, nigga, I got seven figures
I'm about to need a calculator, money on my mental
F*ck a bitch, she gets dismissal ('missal), I'ma fetch her a tissue (tissue)
They can hate the boss man, but he's still getting richer (woo)
Boss back, they can't knock me off track (woo)
Matte black just like the Men in Black (skrrt)
Rocket get you whacked
Rich and that's a fact (fact), lemme see it clap
Damn near two mil' in cars, I ain't even gotta cap (woo)
Boss man with no suit and tie, I can't even lie (woo, woo)
That's your bitch, she let me get inside, it's a homicide
Had to kill the pussy (the pussy), purrin' on the rookie (the rookie)
Know your bitch gettin' freaky on my phone, I got the footage (the boss)
You tryna be a boss, well, bitch, I've been that (bitch, I've been that)
I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
You gon' learn, boy, in this game, this shit ain't friendly (shit ain't friendly)
These niggas envy (niggas envy)
Yeah, I came up from the bottom, nigga, I got seven figures
I'm about to need a calculator, money on my mental (woo)
F*ck a bitch, she gets dismissal ('missal), I'ma fetch her a tissue (tissue)
They can hate the boss man, but he's still getting richer (woo)
(Ayy, lemme hear that ho, Jeff)
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Jefferson Ogendi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
No Loyalty
These niggas ain't loyal you can't trust 'em (you can't trust 'em)
If I had the choppa, I'll bust 'em (baa)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin' (nothin')
There ain't no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (erghh)
I'ma ball in your face just so you can see (you can see)
Put Chanel all on my bih 'cause she like double C (she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can't pay the price of loyalty (loyalty)
Why you talking 'bout the bag but you can't pay the fee? (You can't pay the fee)
Now my money getting old like it's classic (like it's classic)
I can see through all your niggas like some plastic (like some plastic)
Count my money by the brick, I'm living lavish (livin' lavish)
Boy, its all cap, you ain't no savage (that's cap)
And my bitch wanted a Birkin, I just bought her three (three)
I just came up from the dirt I ain't get shit for free (free)
What you pissy niggas know 'bout loyalty? (Loyalty)
I just paid my niggas f*ckin' lawyer fee (free)
These niggas ain't loyal you can't trust 'em (you can't trust 'em)
If I had the choppa, I'll bust 'em (baa)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin' (nothin')
There ain't no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (erghh)
I'ma ball in your face just so you can see (you can see)
Put Chanel all on my bih 'cause she like double C (she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can't pay the price of loyalty (loyalty)
Why you talking 'bout the bag but you can't pay the fee? (You can't pay the fee)
I can't trust you niggas, y'all ain't loyal (y'all ain't loyal)
Bought my bitch all the designer, now she spoiled (now she spoiled)
And when your nigga stab your back, just what you gon' do? (What you gon' do?)
I ain't surprised 'cause all that bullshit that I been through (been through)
And I'm pulling out the Rolls-Royce not a rental (not a rental)
I bought a new car for my sister and my mama too (and my mama too)
And if I lost my closest friends I wouldn't know what to do (know what to do)
Even if I had no friends I wouldn't f*ck with you (woo)
These niggas ain't loyal you can't trust 'em (you can't trust 'em)
If I had the choppa, I'll bust 'em (baa)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin' (nothin')
There ain't no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (erghh)
I'ma ball in your face just so you can see (you can see)
Put Chanel all on my bih 'cause she like double C (she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can't pay the price of loyalty (loyalty)
Why you talking 'bout the bag but you can't pay the fee? (You can't pay the fee)
If I had the choppa, I'll bust 'em (baa)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin' (nothin')
There ain't no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (erghh)
I'ma ball in your face just so you can see (you can see)
Put Chanel all on my bih 'cause she like double C (she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can't pay the price of loyalty (loyalty)
Why you talking 'bout the bag but you can't pay the fee? (You can't pay the fee)
Now my money getting old like it's classic (like it's classic)
I can see through all your niggas like some plastic (like some plastic)
Count my money by the brick, I'm living lavish (livin' lavish)
Boy, its all cap, you ain't no savage (that's cap)
And my bitch wanted a Birkin, I just bought her three (three)
I just came up from the dirt I ain't get shit for free (free)
What you pissy niggas know 'bout loyalty? (Loyalty)
I just paid my niggas f*ckin' lawyer fee (free)
These niggas ain't loyal you can't trust 'em (you can't trust 'em)
If I had the choppa, I'll bust 'em (baa)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin' (nothin')
There ain't no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (erghh)
I'ma ball in your face just so you can see (you can see)
Put Chanel all on my bih 'cause she like double C (she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can't pay the price of loyalty (loyalty)
Why you talking 'bout the bag but you can't pay the fee? (You can't pay the fee)
I can't trust you niggas, y'all ain't loyal (y'all ain't loyal)
Bought my bitch all the designer, now she spoiled (now she spoiled)
And when your nigga stab your back, just what you gon' do? (What you gon' do?)
I ain't surprised 'cause all that bullshit that I been through (been through)
And I'm pulling out the Rolls-Royce not a rental (not a rental)
I bought a new car for my sister and my mama too (and my mama too)
And if I lost my closest friends I wouldn't know what to do (know what to do)
Even if I had no friends I wouldn't f*ck with you (woo)
These niggas ain't loyal you can't trust 'em (you can't trust 'em)
If I had the choppa, I'll bust 'em (baa)
You wanted all but now you ended up with nothin' (nothin')
There ain't no loyalty, you niggas all disgusting (erghh)
I'ma ball in your face just so you can see (you can see)
Put Chanel all on my bih 'cause she like double C (she like double C)
Your pockets empty, you can't pay the price of loyalty (loyalty)
Why you talking 'bout the bag but you can't pay the fee? (You can't pay the fee)
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Dwan Avery, Andre Proctor
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Aint No Doubts
Ain't no doubts
Made it from the dirt, but shit, we gotta shine too
(We got London On Da Track)
I done f*cked on all the bougiest, the baddest (baddest)
When you fall in love, it feel like magic (like magic)
I done wrapped another half a mil' in plastic (in plastic)
I done ran that little check up, then I cashed it (I cashed it)
Bitch, I just went harder when they doubted me
Ain't had no money for the bus, now it's the Bentley B (the Bentley B)
'Member grandma sold her chain for my court fees (for my court fees)
Then I bought grandma a ring, cost a whole key (cost a whole key)
Say you really love me, but you doubted me
Ain't no doubt, ain't goin' broke, we trap it out (trap it out)
We gon' hit the bank, I'll map it out
I know these niggas mad, the way we came up (way we came up)
My mama said, "Get money and boy, don't change up" (boy, don't change up)
I took her to Dubai, she had her feet up (she had her feet up)
These niggas broke, won't get a chance to meet us (chance to meet us)
You know I just went harder when they doubted me (when they doubted me)
Put my family, put my grandma in the Louis V (in the Louis V)
F*ck the internet, I know my people proud of me
I done f*cked on all the bougiest, the baddest (baddest)
When you fall in love, it feel like magic (like magic)
I done wrapped another half a mil' in plastic (in plastic)
I done ran that little check up, then I cashed it (I cashed it)
Bitch, I just went harder when they doubted me
Ain't had no money for the bus, now it's the Bentley B (the Bentley B)
'Member grandma sold her chain for my court fees (for my court fees)
Then I bought grandma a ring, cost a whole key (cost a whole key)
Say you really love me, but you doubted me
I got three sons and a daughter (daughter), I'm goin' harder
Ain't no car, I rode the MARTA (woo), I need a quarter
Had to hustle, I was smarter, you thought I'd lose, I made it farther
Now I'm richer than my father, sometime I just don't wanna be bothered (bothered)
'Cause I probably got a whole lot on my mind (on my mind)
From the dirt, but, shit, I knew that I wanted to shine (wanted to shine)
They gon' doubt you but just sit back, wait your time (wait your time)
I ain't had no chain but my bitch, she a dime
I done f*cked on all the bougiest, the baddest (baddest)
When you fall in love, it feel like magic (like magic)
I done wrapped another half a mil' in plastic (in plastic)
I done ran that little check up, then I cashed it (I cashed it)
Bitch, I just went harder when they doubted me
Ain't had no money for the bus, now it's the Bentley B (the Bentley B)
'Member grandma sold her chain for my court fees (for my court fees)
Then I bought grandma a ring, cost a whole key (cost a whole key)
Say you really love me, but you doubted me
Made it from the dirt, but shit, we gotta shine too
(We got London On Da Track)
I done f*cked on all the bougiest, the baddest (baddest)
When you fall in love, it feel like magic (like magic)
I done wrapped another half a mil' in plastic (in plastic)
I done ran that little check up, then I cashed it (I cashed it)
Bitch, I just went harder when they doubted me
Ain't had no money for the bus, now it's the Bentley B (the Bentley B)
'Member grandma sold her chain for my court fees (for my court fees)
Then I bought grandma a ring, cost a whole key (cost a whole key)
Say you really love me, but you doubted me
Ain't no doubt, ain't goin' broke, we trap it out (trap it out)
We gon' hit the bank, I'll map it out
I know these niggas mad, the way we came up (way we came up)
My mama said, "Get money and boy, don't change up" (boy, don't change up)
I took her to Dubai, she had her feet up (she had her feet up)
These niggas broke, won't get a chance to meet us (chance to meet us)
You know I just went harder when they doubted me (when they doubted me)
Put my family, put my grandma in the Louis V (in the Louis V)
F*ck the internet, I know my people proud of me
I done f*cked on all the bougiest, the baddest (baddest)
When you fall in love, it feel like magic (like magic)
I done wrapped another half a mil' in plastic (in plastic)
I done ran that little check up, then I cashed it (I cashed it)
Bitch, I just went harder when they doubted me
Ain't had no money for the bus, now it's the Bentley B (the Bentley B)
'Member grandma sold her chain for my court fees (for my court fees)
Then I bought grandma a ring, cost a whole key (cost a whole key)
Say you really love me, but you doubted me
I got three sons and a daughter (daughter), I'm goin' harder
Ain't no car, I rode the MARTA (woo), I need a quarter
Had to hustle, I was smarter, you thought I'd lose, I made it farther
Now I'm richer than my father, sometime I just don't wanna be bothered (bothered)
'Cause I probably got a whole lot on my mind (on my mind)
From the dirt, but, shit, I knew that I wanted to shine (wanted to shine)
They gon' doubt you but just sit back, wait your time (wait your time)
I ain't had no chain but my bitch, she a dime
I done f*cked on all the bougiest, the baddest (baddest)
When you fall in love, it feel like magic (like magic)
I done wrapped another half a mil' in plastic (in plastic)
I done ran that little check up, then I cashed it (I cashed it)
Bitch, I just went harder when they doubted me
Ain't had no money for the bus, now it's the Bentley B (the Bentley B)
'Member grandma sold her chain for my court fees (for my court fees)
Then I bought grandma a ring, cost a whole key (cost a whole key)
Say you really love me, but you doubted me
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Westen Weiss, London Holmes, Carter Lang
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
You
I want your love to last forever (I want your love to last forever)
It feels so good when we together (it feels so good when we together)
She wanna tan in perfect weather (she wanna tan in perfect weather)
She bad and got her shit together (bad and got her shit together)
She had to cut that nigga off because he wasn't worth it
She only worry 'bout her bag 'cause she been had a Birkin
I had to get my hands on you (on you)
I might spend these bands on you (on you)
Best know that I ain't playin' 'bout you
I ain't playin' 'bout ya (ain't playin' 'bout ya)
I ain't worried 'bout none of this fame
Bustin' a nigga brain 'bout you (nigga brain 'bout you)
You ain't never gotta worry about a thing, girl, you know I got you (you know I got you)
Yeah, she got a Benz brand new (new), Chanel bag just bought two (two)
She ain't even worry 'bout you
You just bought a bag 'cause you had to ('cause you had to)
Your bitches only call your phone when the rent due (when the rent due)
I'ma spend a check all on you 'cause I'm proud of you (so proud of you)
She been had a foreign, she might get the coupé (get it)
I just want your love to last forever (ever)
Hate it when we ain't together ('gether)
You're feelin' sad, I'll make it better (better)
Girl, you know I get it wetter
I want your love to last forever (I want your love to last forever)
It feels so good when we together (it feels so good when we together)
She wanna tan in perfect weather (she wanna tan in perfect weather)
She bad and got her shit together (bad and got her shit together)
She had to cut that nigga off because he wasn't worth it
She only worry 'bout her bag 'cause she been had a Birkin
I had to get my hands on you (on you)
I might spend these bands on you (on you)
Best know that I ain't playin' 'bout you
Girl, you perfect (girl, you perfect)
I know you worth it (I know you worth it)
You deserve it (you deserve it)
All the purses (all the purses)
All my love (love)
Anything you want, I got it out the mud
Let the water run, I'll f*ck you in the tub
She want double C, she never wear no Yeezy, dawg
A bad bitch and she cool, but please don't piss her off
I think me and you can last forever (last forever)
I know that they hate that we together (we together)
I just want your love to last forever (ever)
Hate it when we ain't together ('gether)
You're feelin' sad, I'll make it better (better)
I really think you make me better
I want your love to last forever (I want your love to last forever)
It feels so good when we together (it feels so good when we together)
She wanna tan in perfect weather (she wanna tan in perfect weather)
She bad and got her shit together (bad and got her shit together)
She had to cut that nigga off because he wasn't worth it
She only worry 'bout her bag 'cause she been had a Birkin
I had to get my hands on you (on you)
I might spend these bands on you (on you)
Best know that I ain't playin' 'bout you
It feels so good when we together (it feels so good when we together)
She wanna tan in perfect weather (she wanna tan in perfect weather)
She bad and got her shit together (bad and got her shit together)
She had to cut that nigga off because he wasn't worth it
She only worry 'bout her bag 'cause she been had a Birkin
I had to get my hands on you (on you)
I might spend these bands on you (on you)
Best know that I ain't playin' 'bout you
I ain't playin' 'bout ya (ain't playin' 'bout ya)
I ain't worried 'bout none of this fame
Bustin' a nigga brain 'bout you (nigga brain 'bout you)
You ain't never gotta worry about a thing, girl, you know I got you (you know I got you)
Yeah, she got a Benz brand new (new), Chanel bag just bought two (two)
She ain't even worry 'bout you
You just bought a bag 'cause you had to ('cause you had to)
Your bitches only call your phone when the rent due (when the rent due)
I'ma spend a check all on you 'cause I'm proud of you (so proud of you)
She been had a foreign, she might get the coupé (get it)
I just want your love to last forever (ever)
Hate it when we ain't together ('gether)
You're feelin' sad, I'll make it better (better)
Girl, you know I get it wetter
I want your love to last forever (I want your love to last forever)
It feels so good when we together (it feels so good when we together)
She wanna tan in perfect weather (she wanna tan in perfect weather)
She bad and got her shit together (bad and got her shit together)
She had to cut that nigga off because he wasn't worth it
She only worry 'bout her bag 'cause she been had a Birkin
I had to get my hands on you (on you)
I might spend these bands on you (on you)
Best know that I ain't playin' 'bout you
Girl, you perfect (girl, you perfect)
I know you worth it (I know you worth it)
You deserve it (you deserve it)
All the purses (all the purses)
All my love (love)
Anything you want, I got it out the mud
Let the water run, I'll f*ck you in the tub
She want double C, she never wear no Yeezy, dawg
A bad bitch and she cool, but please don't piss her off
I think me and you can last forever (last forever)
I know that they hate that we together (we together)
I just want your love to last forever (ever)
Hate it when we ain't together ('gether)
You're feelin' sad, I'll make it better (better)
I really think you make me better
I want your love to last forever (I want your love to last forever)
It feels so good when we together (it feels so good when we together)
She wanna tan in perfect weather (she wanna tan in perfect weather)
She bad and got her shit together (bad and got her shit together)
She had to cut that nigga off because he wasn't worth it
She only worry 'bout her bag 'cause she been had a Birkin
I had to get my hands on you (on you)
I might spend these bands on you (on you)
Best know that I ain't playin' 'bout you
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Jason Cornet, Kim Candilora
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Racks On
(Ayy, lemme hear that hoe, Jeff)
(DY Krazy)
My cars exotic, racks can't fit in my wallet
All this cash in my pocket (my pocket)
Pull up on the plug, no socket (no socket)
That Lambo truck like a rocket (yee)
I can't change up for that money, mama proud of me
I flexin' up, I bought a Rolls, but it ain't got a key
And when my bitch start actin' up I buy her Louis V
Ram from the bottom to the top and it ain't hard to see
Can't leave the house without the racks on (racks on)
No little boy, my money full grown (full grown)
I got these racks so I don't sleep alone (sleep alone)
Stay with the money, I can't leave it home (I can't leave it home)
Can't leave the house without the racks on
Racks on, you fell off, but can't back on (what?)
I f*cked my bitch and broke her backbone (backbone)
A broke nigga seem to think so
I got the money, I can't change up (I can't change up)
I f*ck her once, that pussy dangerous (that pussy dangerous)
I fell in love 'cause she a angel ('cause she a angel)
He want the smoke, you gon' get halo (you gon' get halo)
Can't leave the house without a bankroll (bankroll)
I got the money when the bank close (when the bank close)
Can't leave the house without the racks on (racks on)
No little boy, my money full grown (full grown)
I got these racks so I don't sleep alone (sleep alone)
Stay with the money, I can't leave it home (I can't leave it home)
Can't leave the house without the racks on
Racks on, racks on
I got least a hunnid thousand on me
I got Rolls Royce, every piece of jewelry, I got any lease
I got a chauffeur, better you than see me drivin' in these streets
I took the risks, I'm so rich that now my brothers got that lick
Except DDawg because he bust a nigga head
I hope that he don't hit my phone when on a jet
She spent fifty on double C-C, that's a check
That's a stupid purchase, when I'm mad, I say diss
Didn't buy a Birkin, need that shit from on my chest
Money can't buy nothin' but these diamonds on my neck
Where the f*ck is you at?
Niggas ain't real as me, niggas ain't rich as us
Ridin' the Maybach like the mega Xan school bus
This shit on my wrist done get you stepped on, I don't think you should touch it
I buy what I want and I go where I want, I ain't got no budget
This shit in here get bloody, can't get you, we pop your cousin
Glock and .222 right now, cmon' out the house 'cause
Can't leave the house without the racks on (racks on)
No little boy, my money full grown (full grown)
I got these racks so I don't sleep alone (sleep alone)
Stay with the money, I can't leave it home (I can't leave it home)
Can't leave the house without the racks on
My cars exotic, racks ca'tn fit in my wallet
All this cash in my pocket (my pocket)
Pull up on the plug, no socket (no socket)
That Lambo Truck like a rocket (yee)
I can't change up for that money, mama proud of me
I flexin' up, I bought a Rolls, but it ain't got a key
And when my bitch start actin' up I buy her Louis V
Ran from the bottom to the top and it ain't hard to see
(Ayy, lemme hear that hoe, Jeff)
(DY Krazy)
(DY Krazy)
My cars exotic, racks can't fit in my wallet
All this cash in my pocket (my pocket)
Pull up on the plug, no socket (no socket)
That Lambo truck like a rocket (yee)
I can't change up for that money, mama proud of me
I flexin' up, I bought a Rolls, but it ain't got a key
And when my bitch start actin' up I buy her Louis V
Ram from the bottom to the top and it ain't hard to see
Can't leave the house without the racks on (racks on)
No little boy, my money full grown (full grown)
I got these racks so I don't sleep alone (sleep alone)
Stay with the money, I can't leave it home (I can't leave it home)
Can't leave the house without the racks on
Racks on, you fell off, but can't back on (what?)
I f*cked my bitch and broke her backbone (backbone)
A broke nigga seem to think so
I got the money, I can't change up (I can't change up)
I f*ck her once, that pussy dangerous (that pussy dangerous)
I fell in love 'cause she a angel ('cause she a angel)
He want the smoke, you gon' get halo (you gon' get halo)
Can't leave the house without a bankroll (bankroll)
I got the money when the bank close (when the bank close)
Can't leave the house without the racks on (racks on)
No little boy, my money full grown (full grown)
I got these racks so I don't sleep alone (sleep alone)
Stay with the money, I can't leave it home (I can't leave it home)
Can't leave the house without the racks on
Racks on, racks on
I got least a hunnid thousand on me
I got Rolls Royce, every piece of jewelry, I got any lease
I got a chauffeur, better you than see me drivin' in these streets
I took the risks, I'm so rich that now my brothers got that lick
Except DDawg because he bust a nigga head
I hope that he don't hit my phone when on a jet
She spent fifty on double C-C, that's a check
That's a stupid purchase, when I'm mad, I say diss
Didn't buy a Birkin, need that shit from on my chest
Money can't buy nothin' but these diamonds on my neck
Where the f*ck is you at?
Niggas ain't real as me, niggas ain't rich as us
Ridin' the Maybach like the mega Xan school bus
This shit on my wrist done get you stepped on, I don't think you should touch it
I buy what I want and I go where I want, I ain't got no budget
This shit in here get bloody, can't get you, we pop your cousin
Glock and .222 right now, cmon' out the house 'cause
Can't leave the house without the racks on (racks on)
No little boy, my money full grown (full grown)
I got these racks so I don't sleep alone (sleep alone)
Stay with the money, I can't leave it home (I can't leave it home)
Can't leave the house without the racks on
My cars exotic, racks ca'tn fit in my wallet
All this cash in my pocket (my pocket)
Pull up on the plug, no socket (no socket)
That Lambo Truck like a rocket (yee)
I can't change up for that money, mama proud of me
I flexin' up, I bought a Rolls, but it ain't got a key
And when my bitch start actin' up I buy her Louis V
Ran from the bottom to the top and it ain't hard to see
(Ayy, lemme hear that hoe, Jeff)
(DY Krazy)
Writer: Daniel Shyman, David Karbal, Dimitri Roger, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Jefferson Ogendi, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Want Mo
(We got London On Da Track)
No (no)
You ain't never got a hunnid for a show (for a show)
I get the bag, now I'm goin' out the door (I get a bag)
I let her do it, if she suck it like a pro
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I want mo' (I want mo')
Bitch, I'm a boss I put Givenchy on my coat (on my coat)
She suck the dick so good, put diamonds on her throat (on her throat)
Oh, she a hot girl, she wanna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I got the money but you know I want mo' (I know)
They can't book me for a show for real
After this I need at least a quarter mil'
No, on God I put baguettes in my Richard Mille (Richie)
That's at least a Bentley truck, I'm poppin' shit for real (skrr)
I'm in Dior, I got the drip from Kim Jones
I'm the boss man and the Rollie got the biggest stones (what?)
You ain't never seen a fifty, boy that's small racks (small racks)
You ain't gave a bitch a bag and told her fall back (woo)
No (no)
You ain't never got a hunnid for a show (for a show)
I get the bag, now I'm goin' out the door (I get a bag)
I let her do it, if she suck it like a pro
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I want mo' (I want mo')
Bitch, I'm a boss I put Givenchy on my coat (on my coat)
She suck the dick so good, put diamonds on her throat (on her throat)
Oh, she a hot girl, she wanna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I got the money but you know I want mo' (Rich)
My bitch, she want another Birkin, high saditty
I get the money, I just counted up a fifty
All these hunnids got me boppin' like I'm Diddy
I copped a Rolls Royce it cost four-fifty
More racks, more whips, I want more shit (more shit)
Took my bitch to TOCA, this ain't Ruth's Chris
Bought a Rolls Royce, I let her drive the bitch (skrr)
Bought a Cuban link, the way she suck the dick (rich)
No (no)
You ain't never got a hunnid for a show (for a show)
I get the bag, now I'm goin' out the door (I get a bag)
I let her do it, if she suck it like a pro
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I want mo' (I want mo')
Bitch, I'm a boss I put Givenchy on my coat (on my coat)
She suck the dick so good, put diamonds on her throat (on her throat)
Oh, she a hot girl, she wanna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I got the money but you know I want mo' (Rich)
No (no)
You ain't never got a hunnid for a show (for a show)
I get the bag, now I'm goin' out the door (I get a bag)
I let her do it, if she suck it like a pro
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I want mo' (I want mo')
Bitch, I'm a boss I put Givenchy on my coat (on my coat)
She suck the dick so good, put diamonds on her throat (on her throat)
Oh, she a hot girl, she wanna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I got the money but you know I want mo' (I know)
They can't book me for a show for real
After this I need at least a quarter mil'
No, on God I put baguettes in my Richard Mille (Richie)
That's at least a Bentley truck, I'm poppin' shit for real (skrr)
I'm in Dior, I got the drip from Kim Jones
I'm the boss man and the Rollie got the biggest stones (what?)
You ain't never seen a fifty, boy that's small racks (small racks)
You ain't gave a bitch a bag and told her fall back (woo)
No (no)
You ain't never got a hunnid for a show (for a show)
I get the bag, now I'm goin' out the door (I get a bag)
I let her do it, if she suck it like a pro
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I want mo' (I want mo')
Bitch, I'm a boss I put Givenchy on my coat (on my coat)
She suck the dick so good, put diamonds on her throat (on her throat)
Oh, she a hot girl, she wanna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I got the money but you know I want mo' (Rich)
My bitch, she want another Birkin, high saditty
I get the money, I just counted up a fifty
All these hunnids got me boppin' like I'm Diddy
I copped a Rolls Royce it cost four-fifty
More racks, more whips, I want more shit (more shit)
Took my bitch to TOCA, this ain't Ruth's Chris
Bought a Rolls Royce, I let her drive the bitch (skrr)
Bought a Cuban link, the way she suck the dick (rich)
No (no)
You ain't never got a hunnid for a show (for a show)
I get the bag, now I'm goin' out the door (I get a bag)
I let her do it, if she suck it like a pro
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I want mo' (I want mo')
Bitch, I'm a boss I put Givenchy on my coat (on my coat)
She suck the dick so good, put diamonds on her throat (on her throat)
Oh, she a hot girl, she wanna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I got the money but you know I want mo' (Rich)
Writer: Carter Lang, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Kyle Van Riper, London Tyler Holmes, Westen Broek Weiss
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Over With
Yeah
Girl, I took your heart just like I stole this shit (like I stole this shit)
I gave you my heart, I know you notice it (notice it)
We can't play no game, this can't be over with (over with)
Hell nah, this can't be over with (be over with)
Addicted to your love, can't get enough of it (get enough of it)
If you leave me, I'ma need a first aid kit (first aid kit)
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (it's over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
Suicide, girl, you're f*ckin' with me, know it's do or die
You and I, I just copped the Rolls-Royce truck, know she gon' ride
No, I can't lie, when I count that money, she be by my side
Ain't change up, no, she got the Bentley, not the Range truck
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (sayin' it's over with)
Girl, I want your love, know I need all of it (I need all of it)
I ain't playin' no games, it can't be over with (over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
Girl, I took your heart just like I stole this shit (like I stole this shit)
I gave you my heart, I know you notice it (notice it)
We can't play no game, this can't be over with (over with)
Hell nah, this can't be over with (be over with)
Addicted to your love, can't get enough of it (get enough of it)
If you leave me, I'ma need a first aid kit (first aid kit)
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (it's over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
I gave you my heart, it can't be over (be over)
When I'm sad, know I hold the money closer (closer)
When I'm mad, I might blow a check and go berserk (go berserk)
You ain't never gotta question, I'ma put you first (I'ma put you first)
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (sayin' it's over with)
Girl, I want your love, know I need all of it (all of it)
I ain't playin' no games, it can't be over with (can't be over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
Girl, I took your heart just like I stole this shit (like I stole this shit)
I gave you my heart, I know you notice it (notice it)
We can't play no game, this can't be over with (over with)
Hell nah, this can't be over with (be over with)
Addicted to your love, can't get enough of it (get enough of it)
If you leave me, I'ma need a first aid kit (first aid kit)
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (it's over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
Suicide, girl, you're f*ckin' with me, know it's do or die
You and I, I just copped the Rolls-Royce truck, know she gon' ride
No, I can't lie, when I count that money, she be by my side
Ain't change up, no, she got the Bentley, not the Range truck
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (sayin' it's over with)
Girl, I want your love, know I need all of it (I need all of it)
I ain't playin' no games, it can't be over with (over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
Girl, I took your heart just like I stole this shit (like I stole this shit)
I gave you my heart, I know you notice it (notice it)
We can't play no game, this can't be over with (over with)
Hell nah, this can't be over with (be over with)
Addicted to your love, can't get enough of it (get enough of it)
If you leave me, I'ma need a first aid kit (first aid kit)
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (it's over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
I gave you my heart, it can't be over (be over)
When I'm sad, know I hold the money closer (closer)
When I'm mad, I might blow a check and go berserk (go berserk)
You ain't never gotta question, I'ma put you first (I'ma put you first)
Please don't break my heart saying it's over with (sayin' it's over with)
Girl, I want your love, know I need all of it (all of it)
I ain't playin' no games, it can't be over with (can't be over with)
Hell nah, it can't be over with
Writer: Dimitri Roger, Edgar Ferrera, Gabriel Augusto Tavarez, Jordan Alexander Gomez, Samuel Jimenez, Sebastian Lopez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Thats Tuff
(Me and Dee Money want millions)
Yeah
Tough
Let's go
Rolls-Royce truck, that's tough (that's hard)
You see the star when you look up (look up)
Bad bitch and she got put up (bad)
Huncho in the back, cookin' up (cookin' up)
That's tough, that's tough (damn)
That's tough, that's tough (woo)
That's tough, that's tough (go)
That's tough, that's tough (uh)
Baguettes and the emeralds they shinin' together, that's tough (baguettes, yeah)
Ten years later, they still in the picture, that's tough (woo, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
We tough, you soft (soft)
Make a phone call and knock 'em off (brr)
There's a 150 at the loft (hunnid)
I can make a play like Randy Moss (what?)
Bought a Rolls-Royce like a boss (skrrt)
It's a bando, not a house
I got stacks of money in the couch (money)
I just get the check and then I'm out (what?)
We came up from nothing to something, got millies, we up (we up)
Pull up in the Lamb', the Range, the Bentley, that's us
That's tough, rich boss (boss)
Don't talk 'bout my pockets, they stuffed (they stuffed)
You ain't got the money, you bluff (bluff)
My bitch badder than Rihanna, that's tough (that's tough)
Rolls-Royce truck, that's tough (that's hard)
You see the star when you look up (look up)
Bad bitch and she got put up (bad)
Huncho in the back, cookin' up (cookin' up)
Don't f*ck with it, that's your loss (your loss)
Big Backwood blow the face off (gas)
Money, make racks on a day off (racks)
Money, make racks on a day off
Ooh, who want the beef? (Who?)
I patty a bitch, I patty a bitch (be paid)
Straight out the streets (streets)
And pass me the stick, pass me the stick
I stand on two feet (two)
I raise my wrist, I raise you a brick (brick)
It's Huncho and Rich (Rich)
Not Lilo and Stitch, we came to hit licks
That's tough, that's tough (that's hard)
That's tough, that's tough (look up)
That's tough, that's tough (bad)
That's tough, that's tough (cookin' up)
That's tough, that's tough (damn)
That's tough, that's tough (woo)
That's tough, that's tough (go)
That's tough, that's tough (uh)
Baguettes and the emeralds they shinin' together, that's tough (baguettes, yeah)
Ten years later, they still in the picture, that's tough (woo, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
Yeah
Tough
Let's go
Rolls-Royce truck, that's tough (that's hard)
You see the star when you look up (look up)
Bad bitch and she got put up (bad)
Huncho in the back, cookin' up (cookin' up)
That's tough, that's tough (damn)
That's tough, that's tough (woo)
That's tough, that's tough (go)
That's tough, that's tough (uh)
Baguettes and the emeralds they shinin' together, that's tough (baguettes, yeah)
Ten years later, they still in the picture, that's tough (woo, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
We tough, you soft (soft)
Make a phone call and knock 'em off (brr)
There's a 150 at the loft (hunnid)
I can make a play like Randy Moss (what?)
Bought a Rolls-Royce like a boss (skrrt)
It's a bando, not a house
I got stacks of money in the couch (money)
I just get the check and then I'm out (what?)
We came up from nothing to something, got millies, we up (we up)
Pull up in the Lamb', the Range, the Bentley, that's us
That's tough, rich boss (boss)
Don't talk 'bout my pockets, they stuffed (they stuffed)
You ain't got the money, you bluff (bluff)
My bitch badder than Rihanna, that's tough (that's tough)
Rolls-Royce truck, that's tough (that's hard)
You see the star when you look up (look up)
Bad bitch and she got put up (bad)
Huncho in the back, cookin' up (cookin' up)
Don't f*ck with it, that's your loss (your loss)
Big Backwood blow the face off (gas)
Money, make racks on a day off (racks)
Money, make racks on a day off
Ooh, who want the beef? (Who?)
I patty a bitch, I patty a bitch (be paid)
Straight out the streets (streets)
And pass me the stick, pass me the stick
I stand on two feet (two)
I raise my wrist, I raise you a brick (brick)
It's Huncho and Rich (Rich)
Not Lilo and Stitch, we came to hit licks
That's tough, that's tough (that's hard)
That's tough, that's tough (look up)
That's tough, that's tough (bad)
That's tough, that's tough (cookin' up)
That's tough, that's tough (damn)
That's tough, that's tough (woo)
That's tough, that's tough (go)
That's tough, that's tough (uh)
Baguettes and the emeralds they shinin' together, that's tough (baguettes, yeah)
Ten years later, they still in the picture, that's tough (woo, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
Gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' some wit' you, that's tough
(Gettin' some wit' you, that's tough)
Writer: Darius Montez Lassiter, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Leon Krol, Mario Stefan Petersen, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Money Talk
I need hittas on a Wraith
Nigga, that's that money talk
Hmm, yeah, nigga, that's the money talk
That, all that
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain't no talkin' to me
I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free
I took that bitch
She ain't been home in a week (home for a week)
Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (buy her a skrrt)
I need hittas on a Wraith now (hittas on a Wraith)
Nigga, watch that money talk (nigga, watch that money talk)
Need all my bitches in a bustdown (in a bustdown)
Nigga, that's the money talk (nigga, that's the money talk)
Ever since she got a arm, told her, I can't hold her
She put on for the gang, shawty, she a soldier
And it don't matter what she wish
She thinkin' what I told her
And I told her I always make sure money talkin' for ya
And I told her I'm chasing a check, I'ma call her back
I ain't calling a week and I follow back
I got sticks in the Jeep, I'm on all of that
Lotta racks on my jeans, that's a hunnid pack
I don't even much look, I ain't sayin' that
All my bitches in a bustdown
I run with that beef, like a running back
That money talk, I get you touched now
You follow behind me I'm slidin with all my bitches in a Jag'
Watchin' a nigga can't figure me out, like bitch, go get the bag
Hold on, watch me swag, keep protection on my waist, ho
Necklace one-thirty cash
When I'm walkin' that Patek shows
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain't no talkin' to me
I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free
I took that bitch
She ain't been home in a week (home for a week)
Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (buy her a skrrt)
I need hittas on a Wraith now (I need hittas on a Wraith)
Nigga, watch that money talk (nigga, that's that money talk)
Need all my bitches in a bustdown (in a bustdown)
Nigga, that's the money talk (nigga, that's the money talk)
They say, "The money on the way"
I had to tell 'em, "Rush it" (rush it)
I bought the Cartier with plain banana, I told 'em "Bust it" (ice)
Ye ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't heard nothin' (no)
End of discussion (discussion)
Every time she call I'm comin' (wait)
I left the Maybach running (running)
I keep the cash all hunnids (all hunnids)
Pull out the stick they drummin' (grrra)
Bitch I'm the boss, you nothin' (woo)
I be talking 'bout a check
look at my bitch her wrist on wet
Everything I buss it down, put Eliantte 'round my neck
Pussy so good I bought the Wagon off the lot (skrrt)
Pussy so good I bought Chanel right on the spot (pussy so good)
Bitch I'm the boss, I knock you off, won't see the case (see the case)
Rich Forever ballin' like the NBA (woo)
Bitch, I'm the boss (Rich), no, ain't no talkin' to me
I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free
I took that bitch
She ain't been home in a week (home for a week)
Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (buy her a skrrt)
I need hittas on a Wraith now (hittas on a Wraith)
Nigga, watch that money talk (nigga, watch the money talk)
Need all my bitches in a bustdown (in a bust, bust)
Nigga, that's the money talk (nigga, that's the money talk)
Nigga, that's that money talk
Hmm, yeah, nigga, that's the money talk
That, all that
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain't no talkin' to me
I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free
I took that bitch
She ain't been home in a week (home for a week)
Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (buy her a skrrt)
I need hittas on a Wraith now (hittas on a Wraith)
Nigga, watch that money talk (nigga, watch that money talk)
Need all my bitches in a bustdown (in a bustdown)
Nigga, that's the money talk (nigga, that's the money talk)
Ever since she got a arm, told her, I can't hold her
She put on for the gang, shawty, she a soldier
And it don't matter what she wish
She thinkin' what I told her
And I told her I always make sure money talkin' for ya
And I told her I'm chasing a check, I'ma call her back
I ain't calling a week and I follow back
I got sticks in the Jeep, I'm on all of that
Lotta racks on my jeans, that's a hunnid pack
I don't even much look, I ain't sayin' that
All my bitches in a bustdown
I run with that beef, like a running back
That money talk, I get you touched now
You follow behind me I'm slidin with all my bitches in a Jag'
Watchin' a nigga can't figure me out, like bitch, go get the bag
Hold on, watch me swag, keep protection on my waist, ho
Necklace one-thirty cash
When I'm walkin' that Patek shows
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain't no talkin' to me
I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free
I took that bitch
She ain't been home in a week (home for a week)
Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (buy her a skrrt)
I need hittas on a Wraith now (I need hittas on a Wraith)
Nigga, watch that money talk (nigga, that's that money talk)
Need all my bitches in a bustdown (in a bustdown)
Nigga, that's the money talk (nigga, that's the money talk)
They say, "The money on the way"
I had to tell 'em, "Rush it" (rush it)
I bought the Cartier with plain banana, I told 'em "Bust it" (ice)
Ye ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't heard nothin' (no)
End of discussion (discussion)
Every time she call I'm comin' (wait)
I left the Maybach running (running)
I keep the cash all hunnids (all hunnids)
Pull out the stick they drummin' (grrra)
Bitch I'm the boss, you nothin' (woo)
I be talking 'bout a check
look at my bitch her wrist on wet
Everything I buss it down, put Eliantte 'round my neck
Pussy so good I bought the Wagon off the lot (skrrt)
Pussy so good I bought Chanel right on the spot (pussy so good)
Bitch I'm the boss, I knock you off, won't see the case (see the case)
Rich Forever ballin' like the NBA (woo)
Bitch, I'm the boss (Rich), no, ain't no talkin' to me
I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free
I took that bitch
She ain't been home in a week (home for a week)
Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (buy her a skrrt)
I need hittas on a Wraith now (hittas on a Wraith)
Nigga, watch that money talk (nigga, watch the money talk)
Need all my bitches in a bustdown (in a bust, bust)
Nigga, that's the money talk (nigga, that's the money talk)
Writer: Darion A. Clark, Dimitri Roger, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.