Jay Burna – Game Time Lyrics (feat. Trina)

Right chea
Points up on the board
Million dollar hustle
Get you million dollar homes
Check the stats yeah
We been balling for a minute
Hold up
Hold up
We been balling for a minute
Game time
Right chea
Right now it’s game time
Swoosh
Right now
Right now
It’s Game time
Right now
Right now
It’s game time
Swoosh
Right now
Right now
It’s game time

It’s Jay Burna
Put em all in a box
Stepping out like Pac
Courvoisier on the rocks
Run it up
Like a mountain climb
I’m so fire
It’s all grind no co-sign
This young nigga from the dale
Raising hell
No soul for sale
I can wish you well
Clientele like open mail
You get the message
I been with it
Just stacking veggies
Oh you quit when it get real
That’s so pathetic
Self made with no boss
You can’t forget it
In the game
Like Jordan and Scottie pippen
I’m going for the trophy like I’m Tom Brady
You should get it by now
That I’m so amazing

Right chea
Points up on the board
Million dollar hustle
Get you million dollar homes
Check the stats yeah
We been balling for a minute
Hold up
Hold up
We been balling for a minute
Game time
Right chea
Right now it’s game time
Swoosh
Right now
Right now
It’s Game time
Right now
Right now
It’s game time
Swoosh
Right now
Right now
It’s game time

You know they call me Trina bean
Body like a spring ting
RMG the dream team
Yeah yeah yeah
Legend for the last twenty
My haters ain’t last with me
I’m doing the dash honey
Skrt skrt skrt
Lamborghini me and Keisha
Uncle Luke out the speaker
Dade county from the city
Baddest bitch still in it
Know you hoes real livid
Get some money
Run a business
Why you living by them limits
No no no
When I was giving game
Did you listen ?
Diamond princes with vision
In the kitchen and I’m winning
Whoo whoo
Ass still fat
Couple plaques off of that
All facts

Right chea
Points up on the board
Million dollar hustle
I’m a million dollar broad
Check the stats yeah
We been balling for a minute
Hold up
We been balling for a minute
Game time
Right chea
Right now it’s game time
Swoosh
Right now
Right now
It’s Game time
Right now
Right now
It’s game time
Swoosh
Right now
Right now
It’s game time

Key Glock – Maybach Lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?”
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle (Yeah), two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

[Verse 1]
Goon by the beam, bitch, we tote a lot of things (Yeah)
Young nigga eatin’, watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (Yeah)
Benz limousine, S600 killed the scene, uh
Summertime fine, she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreame (Dough), bitch, this hustlin’ in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah, you know your boy was eatin’ (Glizzock)
I been pimpin’ since a teen, can’t you tell? Look at my rings (Bitch)
And I’m only 21, goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these hoes starin’ (Starin’)
Doors up, eye candy (What?), can’t park it so I land it
Bad bitch bandit, I want her so I smash it (Come here)
I make it look like magic, yeah, watch me Shaq Attack it (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I’m flexin’ on purpose (Yeah)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire, fire)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, alley-oop, I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
Feel like Uncle Luke, I make these bitchess how they boobs, yeah
Creepin’ with your boo around 2, and the coupe go two somethin’
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin’ shit, I’m gruesome (Drip)
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
Eighty in my Louis bag, can’t call this a purse, jack
TSA with big racks, they like, “Where you work at?”
And I don’t want no verses, man, these niggas too wack (The fuck?)
Cappin’ and they fraud, that’s on God, yeah (On God), uh
Lil’ nigga livin’ extra large (Large), on God (On God)
And you know I keep that carbon in my car, yeah, on God (Fire)
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it, on God, yeah

[Chorus]
I jump out of the Maybach, Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like, “Where your shirt at?” (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I’m flexin’ on purpose (Flex)
Killers in my circle, two straps on me, Urkel (Fire)

Dave East – Paranoia (feat. Jeezy) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East]
Got me peekin’ through the blinds like Malcolm
Forty on me

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
These niggas fuckin’ the package up
That bullshit they kickin’ ain’t adding up
Plus they don’t get no pussy like Magic’s son
Hundreds on hundreds, I stack it up
She bust that pussy then back it up
We standing on couches, we actin’ up
I don’t think these niggas mad enough
Patek cost me eighty, come add it up
Hands on my neck and my face, I got tatted up
I understand why they mad at us
But get out the way when the Phantom is backing up
You need to go on vacation and pack it up
Talkin’ ’bout drugs but these niggas ain’t trap enough
Niggas still tellin’, I guess they ain’t rat enough
Came a long way from them dimes in that Acura
So much ice, make ’em stare
Your wife got caught up in the lights like a deer
Living my life, though I know it ain’t fair
They think I’m from 12th Street, I run with no fear
See the borough from the Lear, yeah
Brown diamonds look like beer, clear
Shots’ll hit you, doctors screaming clear
I’m just paranoid, don’t believe in scared
I can see the dead

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I made a million a million times
They must’ve snorted a million lines
Mind playin’ tricks, Willie D
Let my top down, ceiling me
Hermes, thirty on the hip
Vegas watch, hundred on the strip
Half a hundred hang up out the clip
Pop that pussy like I’m Uncle Luke
This marijuana got the best of me
When I land just have a vest for me
All these bad bitches wantin’ saving
All this money, it gon’ be the death of me
New Rollies for the gang gang
New chucks, yeah gang bang
Know some niggas down to hit the lick
Eighty-six a nigga for a brick

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

Rick Ross – Glory Of War Lyrics (feat. Anthony Hamilton)

RICK ROSS
Glory Of War Lyrics (feat. Anthony Hamilton)

Stevie Wonder on the pianos
Geechi Liberace in the building
Ray Charles on the flute

Sway wallabies, I follow policies
Always give her game every time she swallow me
Shootin’ blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
Niggas posting pictures while I’m posted in Belize
Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
Being overseas is a daily routine
Young niggas traveling the world, that’s just been in our genes
Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan
Scramble like I’m #9 during the summertime
Doubling back #1, I’m doubling back around
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down
8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound
Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
In LA, get the Bentley truck just to run around
305 nigga ’til they gun me down
Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
When the shots ring, even cops pause
Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss

Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It’s leather bearing a mere 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance

It’s a time for politics and it’s a time to kill
Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers
I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield
And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
Big Ducky in Fruit Town, he 2000
Tony Draper in H-Town with the coupes out
These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out
Pool party, it’s popping like Uncle Luke house
Fake niggas, it’s time that we pull ya skirts up
At the table and pussy niggas ain’t worth nothing
Couple shooters gotta keep them in the sizzle line
Nothing real in them boobies and this is still alive
Niggas body dropping like a holocaust
The glory of war really your mama loss
First time all your kids got to play together
Holding hands, bow our heads, let us pray together

Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
It’s leather bearing a mere 80 bands
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance

I cut off some more friends and family members
Hope they know I’m the raw nigga, a cold villain
Haters still hating 50 million later
I’mma tell you like a player, better get some paper
Still can’t believe it all as I walk my halls
Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, “Free my dogs”
Little homie didn’t rob, but he took the charge
Day county niggas still behind ’em bars

Chance The Rapper – No Problem lyrics

[Intro: Ha Ha Davis]
You don’t want zero problems, big fella!
Yep!

[Refrain: Chance The Rapper]
If one more label try to stop me
It’s gon’ be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby
[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hands
Countin’ Benjis while we meetin’, make ’em shake my other hand
Milly rockin’, scoopin’ all the blessings in my lap
Bitch I know you tried to cheat, you shoulda never took a nap
Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin’?
Fuck you thought it was?
You talk that talk that make a lame ass nigga fall in love
Not me, though, bitch you can keep those
Boy I’m at your head like Craig did Deebo
Don’t tweak, bro, it’s never sweet, ho
My shooters come for free, so

[Refrain: Chance The Rapper & Lil Wayne]
If one more label try to stop me
It’s gon’ be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Yep, yep!
Pull up in the new thing, I’m like
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
They be like, “There he go!”

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
You old Petey Pablo, take your shirt off
Wave ’round your head like a helicopter
I ain’t put enough weed in the blunt
All you do is smoke tobacco
Where the hell you get them from?
Yeezus said he ain’t make them
My niggas chasin’ bounty hunters
And gettin’ chased by their baby mommas
My first tat was on my stomach
Got a pocket full of money
And a mind full of ideas
Some of this shit may sound weird
Inside of the Maybach
Look like it came out of Ikea
Run shit like diarrhea
Big yacht, no pies there
Aye, aye, captain
I’m high, captain
I’m so high
Me and God dappin’
This is my blessin’
This is my passion
School of hard knocks
I took night classes

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Yep, yep!
Pull up in the new thing, I’m like
They be like, “There he go!”

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I got problems bigger than these boys
My deposits, they be on steroids
Lord, free the Carter, niggas need the Carter
Sacrificin’ everything, I feel like Jesus Carter
Hold up, I got this sewed up, my soda poured up
My woes up, I’m flippin’ those bucks, they doing toe tucks
I rolled up and let the smoke puff
I lay down, told yah
Hold up, get too choked up when I think of old stuff
Move on, put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
In the streets my face a coupon
Her pussy too warm
All these bitches come to do harm
Just bought a new charm
Fuck the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm
I’m Uncle Luke with the hoes
Pretty bitches, centerfolds
Tippy toes around my crib in their robes, just their robes
Half a milli’ in the safe, another in the pillowcase
Codeine got me movin’ slower than a caterpillar race
Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin’?
What you thought it was?
I just popped five percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try to stop me
There gon’ be some crazy Weezy fans waitin’ in the lobby
Mula, baby

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me, bih!
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin’ through the streets, they be like, “There he go!”

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Chance The Rapper]
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
You don’t want no problems, want no problems with me
Say so, ridin’ with the payo’
They be like, “There he go!”