Croosh – Mind Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I-I-I go through withdrawals when I don’t make deposits
I-I’m addicted to the guap, I’m a guapoholic
They-they say Crooshy-Wooshy please don’t go chameleon
Switching up only because you’re makin’ millions
N-N-N Never taking L’s, got me skippin’ letters
Your girl traded you for me because I hit it better
That’s okay I’ll give her back to you once I’m finito
We be doin’ x-rated shit, feel like Vin Diesel

[Bridge]
Hate on me and I ignore it
You date fours and I date foreigns
Everyday’s a celebration pop it, pull it, twist it, pour
Sippin Saki got me cocky
Cannot stop me, Laddidaddi
Anybody can get bodied
You slow down like Ricky Bobby
Swerve

[Verse 2]
Pull up, I hop out the Uber feeling like the guy
Yeah, another day another dime
Just got a call bout a gun and they’ll prolly want some but I’ll keep it at mine
I see this shit they don’t want you to see
Turn up a deal like it’s nothing to me
I-I need more than just 400k
I-I’m the youngest comin’ out L.A

[Hook]
Three-hundred my shoes, yea
Bish I pay my dues, yea
Woke up bout round six, yea
I got shit to do, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mi-

Ay, thousand on my chest, yes
Money make me stress, less
It’s been on my mind, what
Won’t you take a gress, yea
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my uh, yea, yea
Great, yea

[Verse 3]
Money bag all on my mind, yea
I think of her all of the time, yea

One thing I cannot afford is distractions
She cannot know where the stash is
Dropped out of school bish I wanna be famous
Only A-one on this A-List
Gucci the shoes and I swear thats they laced em’
Won’t find me shopping at Pay-Less
Labels take all of my phone, way
I do it all on my own, yea
Twenty-Mill can buy strings, yea
And I make the f*cking beats, yea
Tell me really watchu see, yea
Please don’t beat around the bush, yea
I can tell that she a freak, oh
How she do not have a bush?

I-I-I produce all of my shit, yea
Labels stay all on my dick, yea
If you do not like me, that’s okay
You could go fall off a cliff, aye
Don’t give a f*ck bout the feedback
All of these rappers are decaf
I do my things
Stack up the green
And I sell beats if you need that

[Bridge 2]
Mo-Money bag all on my mind, yea
Think of it all of the time, yea
Call it whatever you call it
I pull up and pull out my wallet
Check that Fico score, ouu
Diamonds look like green, yea
All my money clean, yea
I just do my thing
Croosh it

[Hook]
Three-hundred my shoes, yea
Bish I pay my dues, yea
Woke up bout round six, yea
I got shit to do, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mind, yea
Money bag all on my mi-

Ay, thousand on my chest, yes
Money make me stress, less
It’s been on my mind, what
Won’t you take a gress, yea
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my mind, ye
Money bag all on my uh, yea, yea
Woosh it

wifisfuneral – CryingInLaurelCanyon Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
Mixing all these xans with the percs
I don’t feel [?] it working
[?] eyes, I feel you hurting
Popping on two pills, yeah I’m geeking
She know I’m a demon
Mobbing with the gang and we frontline, I know you see us
[?] earning stripes, no Adidas
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this

[Verse]
Okay now you the broke type to be a little creep bitch on the low
The only time I did it dirty I put that promethazine in my soul, oh
Wanna see you bend it from the front
Wanna see you touch down to your toes
Ayy, fuck it we better off of it
All of these xans got me high as a bitch
Pull up in a two seater slide the Benz
Me and Cris, we Batman and Robin twins
[?] like how you peep that
Fuck that, where my lean at?
I just put an eighth inside my [?] ’cause you know I’m fiending that
Fuck it, we moving them bricks of the mojo
Fucking on white bitch [?] Jojo
Feeling like [?] with the post
They steady dissing, they know it’s no promo
Shake and bake bitch, I feel like Ricky Bobby
This shit is so sloppy the way that she slop me
I’m flashing up on these bitches on paparazzi
[?] how the fuck can you stop me

[Chorus]
Mixing all these xans with the percs
I don’t feel [?] it working
[?] eyes, I feel you hurting
Popping on two pills, yeah I’m geeking
She know I’m a demon
Mobbing with the gang and we frontline, I know you see us
[?] earning stripes, no Adidas
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this

[Outro Chorus]
Mixing all these xans with the percs
I don’t feel [?] it working
[?] eyes, I feel you hurting
Popping on two pills, yeah I’m geeking
She know I’m a demon
Mobbing with the gang and we frontline, I know you see us
[?] earning stripes, no Adidas
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this
And I know that you gon’ love me, you already peeped this
(Peeped this, peeped this, peeped this)

Sons Of Yusuf – Diving For Pearls Lyrics (feat. Jay Electronica)

[Verse 1: Humble Abdul]
I was talking ’bout makin’ a difference
They said it’s all business, repentence is key (Key)
Now we livin’ in marvelous times
No questions, they depressin’ our seeds
Hakuna Matata, no problems
[?][0:36sec]
We walk on the land of the prophets
Might be growin’ a beard like James Harden
Submittin’ to God, it’s Islam
I’m defendin’ the peace like Mukhtar was
We divin’ for pearls, you just divin’
Might call shotgun, no one is drivin’, no
I was born in a warzone
Shit is maniacal, need some botanical
Natural, medical, shit
This is so undeniable
Horses and camels, I’m ridin’ with honor
Reppin’ my [?][1min03], not wearin’ no armor
My bodyguard is the Creator
When I say “Allah”, I mean the one God
We came from Adam, the same father
The name is Abdul Rahman
Slave of the merciful, most compassionate
If you don’t know ask and get answer

[Bridge]
You say “Amen” we say “Ameen” (Ameen)
You say “Hallelujah” we say “Alhamdulillah”
Akhi is my brother, Oukhti is my sister
This language has been here forever
Beautiful alphabet, you should learn Arabic
Islam is peace, logic, astronomy
No we don’t do politics
That’s a paradox
Grab my [?][1min39sec] and connect the dots
Ameen, Ameen

[Verse 2: Brothers Ya’koob]
I’m with the [?][1min46sec] like it’s Ramadan
Subtitles on, come out of John
My name is hard to pronounce, Hakeem [?][1min52sec]
[?]
The only one in class who didn’t eat pork
But the only one in class who went ham on a microphone
Substitute teacher would piss me off
That’s not how you say my name, for the thousand time
That’s not a bomb that’s a bong
I need a young [?]
Knows how to carry a sword like it’s the Hajj
She can put on a hijab, if she wants
Yeah, Salaam
Back in the day my grandfather was a pirate
Lookin’ for pearls and rubies and gold and diamonds
Always had faith in myself like my father did
My only leader’s Muhammad and know my people followed him
My pride is my everything but sometimes I have to swallow it
Like they were vitamins, we have lungs like Aquaman
Lappin’ hundreds of feet deep with no oxygen
We were repressed for so long, since the [?][2min32sec]
Now we comin’ back so strong, I’m thinkin’ [?][2min34sec]
Connectin’ with my ancestors like I’m chanellin’
The wakin’ of the sleepin’ giant from the island
After a chain of events, they [?][?][2min42sec]
We men of honor
As soon as we finish makin’ Dua’as, we divin’ for pearls
You just divin’

[Chorus]
We divin’ for pearls
You just divin’

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim
Finally wakin’ up from the American dream
Once was lost but now we been found by the professor [?][3min0sec]
We don’t fold, we don’t bend, we don’t break
Ever since been at war with the state
So if I don’t make it to the pearly gates
Then I’ll be [?][3min10sec] Satan’s neck, in a fiery lake
I was raised on the songs of David
My ancestors came to this land on slave ships
My grandmother did a life bid on grave shift
And we was just tryin’ not to get our head split
Ain’t no justice, ain’t no bygones
Crooked police, will get fired on
Turn that courthouse to no fly zone
Turn that precinct to a war zone
Mayday, mayday, Ricky Bobby
This ain’t me [?][3min33sec], this is [?]
This ain’t hate speech, it’s the Bible
Welcome to America, it’s survival
You could get a false charge or hit the lotto
You might as well just twist the throttle
I [?][3min45sec] like I’m a rabbit
Ten thousand warriors, crowd the lobby
If it’s me or, either you then
It ain’t me so, it’s what [?][3min53sec]
I bond with those who bow, the true believers
Grant to the Caesar what is Caesar’s
[?][3min59sec] said you don’t believe in Jesus
Leave him no choice but give it to you like Yeezus
Don’t ever fix your lips like collage and then say somethin’ that I’m gon’ end up abolished

Yung Bleu – Flavors Lyrics (feat. OG$dre)

[Intro: Yung Bleu]
Flavors, colors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Hey, hey hey hey hey
Drip drip drip drip

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu]
Colors on colors, that’s flavors, I got different color neighbors
Bitches, they want you to save ’em, I wake ’em up in the AM
Stripper hoes off in Follies, bitches gone off the molly
Head spinnin’ like a trolley, top speed, Ricky Bobby
Switchin’ lanes in the Mazda, ayy
I got ’em f**kin’ on camera, I got a whole lot of stamina
Thirty-one days on my calendar
And bitch every day gon’ be counted for
Whole lot of different colors
Balmains with the buckles
Beat her down, never cuddle
I’m in designer, you notice me
Burberry coat, you ain’t cold as me
I’ma die with this Gucci all over me
Homicide, put the chopper up on your street
So many flavors, I got that ice on me like Flava Flava, yeah yeah
I gotta bring some bread to the table, I got your bitch legs on the table
So many flavors, colors on colors on colors, that’s flavors

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

[Verse 2: Yung Bleu]
I’m sippin’ yellow with green in it
I’m on the track, put my spleen in it
f**k on your bitch, I’ma lean in
The Rari pull up to the scene with it
I was a youngster, I took from the OG’s
I took a zip and I went bought an OZ
You rockin’ jewelry, it’s fake on the low key
Pussy lil nigga, i know you the police
Red on my shoes and I’m walkin’ on water
They see the sauce and them bitches get slaughtered
I know these lil niggas jockin’, I saw you
Lean by the case like a lawyer
Switchin’ my flows and switchin’ my hoes
Switchin’ the clip and I cock and reload
I need a five piece for a show
They on my dick, a young nigga blowed
You pussy nigga, playin’ with your nose
Real nigga, I’ll never fold, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Now I’m wakin’ up my neighbors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

[Verse 3: OG Dre]
Stupid bitches tryna f**k and get next to me
Droppin’ this flavor, they might steal the recipe
Young nigga with an old soul
f**k on your main bitch and send her home
Big red rubies on me, Suge Knight
f**k us in an Uber baby, good night
Drop my top on a good night
Big bank take a nigga lil bank, uh
I’m tryna break the lil bitch spine
We in the bank like a dollar sign
We got them sticks like Al-Qaeda
You say you a real nigga, but you lyin’
f**k up a check on my jeweler
I mixed the Act with the Hi-Tech, I’m screwed up
Lean belly like I’m Buddha
Swervin’ the coupe, gettin’ head from a cougar
I’m in this big body, she like to sit by me
Workin’ the wrist like me, you lucky you found me
Panoramic, you get blind by all these diamonds
Niggas get mad when that Audi don’t cosign
I’m from the dirty, you know that I’m dirty
You know my cup dirty and this killer dirty
Mississippi, but my bitch she Asian
Black and white diamonds, they segregated

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
I’m drippin’ sauce on my Balmains
We got the bat like a ball game
Run up a check on my avenue
I’m tryna stack up the revenue, flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor, flavor
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors
Young nigga got flavors, flavor
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Colors on colors, that’s flavors
Swag on swag, that’s flavor

Zoey Dollaz – Post & Delete (feat. Chris Brown)

Intro: Zoey Dollaz]
Woah
Woah, lit

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete

[Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz]
Hey little mama you trippin’ (trippin’)
I ain’t really with that issue (nah)
It’s gon’ really be some shit (shit)
If I get caught on the internet with you (with you)
I don’t really do the pictures (pictures)
We gon’ do this a little different (different)
It ain’t no touchin’ or no kissin’ (nah)
When we’re in public, shawty just listen (listen)
I post and delete, don’t keep it up
These people just tryna keep up with us (yeah)
Put two and two (ooh)
Tryna figure out if me and you are fuckin’ or what (yeah)
Shawty, you just want the wave (wave)
Fuckin’ with me ’cause I’m paid (paid)
Shawty, you already know (know)
‘Cause a young nigga made

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Had to block your account and unfollow your ass
Yeah, bitch, you the worst
And if you try to tag me, I’ma start spazzin’
Shade room and baller alert
I was just mindin’ my business, it was just me and my niggas
You started likin’ his pictures
I started pipin’ these bitches
Pussy pop a Perc’ and get busy
I’m about to fuck around and call this bitch
Like delete all that shit
Can’t keep my name out your mouth, eatin’ all that dick
Jugglin’ my balls and shit
Always tryna record my conversations like a fedorale
And everybody tryna race me like I’m Ricky Bobby
Black Pyramid, that don’t mean I’m Illuminati
Ain’t gotta pull a trigger, homies got a couple bodies, believe that
I ain’t with the fake shit, chopper gon’ spray shit
Bitch, you like Emoji with the faces
Never give the police my statement
Never say shit ’bout the bricks that I had up in my basement
Stop it, what the fuck you want from me?
Know my time and my money, bitch, that ain’t free
What you call a king with a chain? A masterpiece
And don’t talk that shit if you gon’ post and delete (bitch)

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me, swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tryna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, yeah (wow)
Post and delete, ha (yeah)
Post and delete, yeah
Woah, woah, post and delete, hit it
Post and delete, (yeah) indecisive (wow)
Post and delete, (wow)
Post and delete, (yeah, wow)
Post and delete

[Verse 3: Zoey Dollaz]
Shawty, got all in her feelings
Told her, I ain’t with the Instagram
Little mama, when we chillin’?
I ain’t down with the filmin’
No Snapchat or no Periscope
You can do that shit but not buy me dope
Don’t want no pics in the Rover
How many time did I done told you?
Personally, that shit ain’t too cool with me
Everyone know you a freak
Tryna keep the shit low-key
So I just post and delete
You want the wave
Takin’ pictures when you up in the Wraith
Stars in the ceiling
They know when you in the buildin’

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ve been drinking so much champagne (wow)
See me, swerving in the Wraith (yeah)
She act like I’m her chauffeur (yeah)
She want a standing ovation (yeah)
Yeah, tyna be part of that wave (wave)
Commas as if we conversate (conversate)
Tryna throw it in my face (face)
Tryna get me out my game, I say

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Post and delete

Dj Khaled – Whatever Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Whatever Lyrics

[Future:]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled!

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Young Thug:]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t nothing to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello"
Catch up
Bring me up like your pop-pop
Whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe
Keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up
Grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray
Watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up
When they told me, "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches
And I subpoenaed these niggas
See who was real
I supported my bank account
And I wouldn’t tell you the account
‘Less I need to put some of this money on your head

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[Rick Ross:]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers
Misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari
Residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus
Blueberry with the big homie
"Idols Become Rivals"
Down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money
She at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust
How I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes
Love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled, my blood
Got several M’s in my safe

[Future:]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

[2 Chainz:]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales
Residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick
Man-I-Cure like nails
Competition might fail
Repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes
Dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider
Lobster on my rider
You can get the platter
I put my money up, uh
You gon’ need a ladder
Work know acrobatics
Work know calisthenics
My dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee
My car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex
Now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic
Pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Future:]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin’, this whatever, I
Charge the whole 30, I
Got my niggas workin’, I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever!

DJ Khaled – Whatever (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello", catch up
Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up when they told me "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas
To see who was real
I supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales, residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails
Competition might fail, repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh
You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up
You gon’ need a ladder, work, no acrobatics
Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Bridge: Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!

Smash – Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Smash

Ayy man, I went on Instagram, man, my mothaf*ckin’ boy, man, he up there in Boston, shawty.
I’m talkin’ ’bout man, nigga got a whole see-through elevator.
You know when you wanna go down, downward or upward?
You know, he get the chance to really see that.
Know what I’m sayin’? Wires and everything, forreal.
(Thugger, Thugger!) Glass top elevator! Woo, woo!
We got London on da Track!(smash)

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more cappin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more naggin’ (Thugger, Thugger).

We goin’ brazy, break the internet (hey)
We goin’ brazy, break the internet
We Rolls Rizzle, the all white, hey
We catch your b*tch, we take a flight, wait
The Rollie red like a beam
f*ck your dream and your team, huh
You play with anybody versuri-lyrics.info
Turn your shirt to my skin
Hey, we drip on anybody
Get it kicked off the team
Yeah, we richer than everybody
At least that’s what it seems
Nigga know we dippin’, dabbin’
We spit off fire like a dragon
We beat it, beat it with a cannon
That poom-poom look the baddest
My ho from Dallas like a Maverick
Go to Africa to get some karats
Make her call ’em, it’s no karats
Fight ’em all, nigga jabbin’
Cover your face, go to wildin’
Take your whole family to an island
Shoot him in his back, Ricky Bobby
Now I know you get the picture
I want you to stop all the violence.

We smash on the city, yeah you know it (yeah, you know it)
We gon’ smash on these b*tches, yeah you know it
Flex up on ’em pussy niggas bad, boy
Crispy hunnids, take your time, count it slow
I’m doin’ the thang, I got it bad
I make it rain, we thunder bad
I change the weather, they forecast it
I’m back to facts, no more dabbin’
No more fightin’, no more strappin’
No more dabbin’, no more trappin’
No more caddin’, no more lackin’
No more raggin’, no more nagginnn.
Young Thug lyrics
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Chris Brown – Post & Delete Lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Had the block on countin’, I follow your ass
Yeah, bitch you the worst
And if you tryna ‘tack me, I’ma start spazzin’
Shave room baller alert
I was just mindin’ my business, it was just me and my niggas
You started likin’ his pictures
I started pipin’ his bitches
Pussy pop a Perc and get busy
I’m about to fuck around and call this bitch
Like delete all that shit
Can’t keep my name out your mouth, eatin’ all that dick
Jugglin’ my balls and shit
Always tryna recall my conversations like the fedorale
And everybody tryna race me like I’m Ricky Bobby
Black Pyramid, that don’t mean I’m illuminati
Ain’t gotta pull a trigger, homies gotta come with the bodies, believe that
I ain’t with the fake shit, chopper gon’ spray shit
Hit you like emoji with the faces
Never give the police my statement
Never say shit ’bout the bricks I had up in my basement
Stop it, what the fuck you want from me?
Know my time and my money, bitch that ain’t free
What you call a king with a chain? A masterpiece
And don’t talk that shit if you gon’ post and delete

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

[Verse 3: Zoey Dollarz]

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Post and delete, indecisive
Post and delete
Post and delete
Post and delete

O.T. Genasis – Im Out Here (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Rhythm & Bricks Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Came up on a lotta bread
Gotta slow down, I been gettin’ a lotta head
Still sellin’ cocaine
Girl goin’ through my phone, I ain’t storin’ no names
Catch me if you can, bitch
Word around town, I’m the man, bitch
Sellin’ all these grams, bitch
Gotta grip the money like I’m ’bout to eat a sandwich
‘Bout bring the Mazi out
Money dance, Imma bring the Ricky Bobby out
Life in the fast lane
Smoke weed, pop pills, drink a lotta champagne
Met a bad bitch on Thursday
Took the bitch down on Thursday
Now she callin’ my phone early
Oh you thirsty, damn girl, you thirsty

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Out here stuntin’, out here hustlin’
Out here cuffin’ that bitch and she out here fuckin’
Out here thuggin’, out here puff a whole ounce
Tryna see that thing bounce, shake something
On the couch, yeah, break you off, yeah
Imma knock the pussy out, put it in her mouth, yeah
Fuck you mean, bitch, I’m out here
Don’t know where that pussy been so I ain’t goin’ down there
I got mushrooms in my lemonade
West Coast bitches gang bangin’
East Coast girls rollin’ Backwoods
My Down South girls love me cause I fuck ’em good
As you should

[Hook: O.T. Genasis]
Lookin’ for a thug? Right here
Lookin’ for some love? Not here
The man with the money, right here
Bitch, I’m out here
Just spent a hundred on my wrist, bitch, I’m out here
Spent three-fifty for the whip, bitch, I’m out here
And I got a brand new bitch, bitch, I’m out here
Bitch, I’m out here