I Got The Keys lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future & Jay Z)
[Intro:]
[DJ Khaled:] We The Best music!
[Jay Z:] Oh, this what we doin' here
[DJ Khaled:] Another one!!!
[Jay Z:] I'ma have to put my jewelry on for this one
[Future:] Wraith talk, Wraith talk, oh, we talkin' that Wraith talk
Safe talk, safe talk, here we go talkin' that safe talk
[DJ Khaled:] Major key alert!
[Jay Z:] Oh, we good now
[Future:] Major bag alert
[DJ Khaled:] DJ Khaled!
[Hook - Future:]
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth
I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
[Verse 1 - Jay Z:]
Niggas always asking me the key
'Til you own your own you can't be free
'Til you're on your own you can't be me
How we still slaves in 2016?
Key to life, keep a bag comin'
Every night another bag comin'
I ain't been asleep since '96
I ain't seen the back of my eyelids
I been speedin' through life with no safety belt
One on one with the corner, with no safety help
I perform like Josh Norman, I ain't normal, nigga
Just a project nigga out in Beverly Hills, California, nigga
That Wraith talk, that's foreign, nigga
Special cloth talk here
All my niggas from the mud damn near
All my niggas millionares
We gon' take it there, I swear
You gon' think a nigga's psychic
You ain't seen nothin' like this
I should probably copyright this
I promise they ain't gonna like this
[Hook - Future:]
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth
I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
Radar, radar on, these niggas ain't even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain't on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin' on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain't, bitches ain't even on my radar
[Verse 2 - Jay Z:]
I got a bag for lawyers, like, "Fuck your charges!"
Hop out the courtroom, like, "What charges?"
Big pimpin' on your court steps
Case y'all ain't notice, I ain't lost yet
Y'all know it's one to one
Soon as you hear that uh, uh, uh
Y'all know the difference right
From rap facts and fiction, right?
Real life I'm like HOV
Real life I'm life goals
In real life they're like me?
In real life I'm like, "No."
My swag different, that bag different
My wife Beyoncé, I brag different
My baby Blue, I dream in color
That's too much flavor, I don't rap to suckas (Ha!)
God bless you all, I only talk special talk
I only talk special cloth
Said I only talk special, ah!
[Hook - Future:]
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth
I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
Radar, radar on, these niggas ain't even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain't on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin' on my radar
No, no, you bitches ain't, bitches ain't even on my radar
[Interlude:]
[DJ Khaled:] I got the keys
[Future:] I got the keys, keys, keys
[DJ Khaled:] I got the keys to all success!
[Future:] I got the keys, keys, keys
[DJ Khaled:] We the best!
[Future:] I got the keys, keys, keys
[DJ Khaled:] Roc Nation! Freebandz!
[Hook - Future:]
Secure the bag alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, alert, alert
Alert, alert, alert, alert, we got 'em alert
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth
I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips
I got them keys, keys, keys
I got them keys, keys, keys
For Free lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Drake)
[Intro - DJ Khaled:]
Would you fuck me for free?
Another one
We the Best Music! Major Key! DJ Khaled!
[Verse 1 - Drake:]
I go on and on
Can't understand how I last so long
I must have the superpowers
Last 223 thousand hours
It's cause I'm off of CC
And I'm off the Hennessy
And like your boy from Compton said
You know this dick ain't free!
I got girls that I shoulda made pay for it
Got girls that I shoulda made wait for it
Got girls that'll cancel a flight back home
Stay another day for it
You got attitude on na na
And your pussy on agua
And your stomach on flat flat
And your ass on what's that?
And, yeah, I need it all right now
Last year I had drama, girl not right now
I was never gon' chat what we talkin' about
You the only one I know could fit it all in her... man
[Hook - Drake:]
I always wonder if you ask yourself
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn't have to fuck for free?
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn't have to...
[Verse 2 - Drake:]
Fuck for free
I know you workin' day and night to get a college degree
Bet nobody that you've been with even know you a freak, right?
You know you only do that with me, right?
Yeah, double checkin' on you
You know I never put the pressure on you
You know that you make your own mind up
You knew what it was when you signed up
Now you gotta run it up
I be out of words, tryna sum it up
Girl you throw it back like one love
Even let me smash on the tour bus
Yeah I talk to her but she don't do enough
Even though you in the hood I'm still pullin' up
Dip, dip, straight to your doorstep
This the real thing, can you feel the force yet
[Hook - Drake:]
I always wonder if you ask yourself
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn't have to fuck for free?
Is it just me?
Yeah, is it just me?
Is this sex so good I shouldn't have to...
Would you fuck me for free?
[DJ Khaled:]
Another one
They don't want me to have another anthem
So I made sure I got another anthem
It's We The Best OVO
Summers ours
It always has been
Don't ever play yourself
One time for Future the Prince
One time for 40
One time for Drake
Another one
Bless up
Nas Album Done lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Nas)
[DJ Khaled:]
Classic, timeless, forever, iconic
DJ Khaled!
[Nas:]
A divine leader
Shine brighter, bonita mami meet a line sniffer
Never, poetic rhyme writer, chiefer
Ebony empress getter
Celebrity Apprentice a devil show
Big up to Africa, Mexico
Hennessy, margarita, venison eater
So dear spread 'em here, don't be actin' innocent either
Don't be, relax me, it's only to the nasty
I'm just a phony assassin
A lot of niggas owe me, I'm a tax 'em
A lot of sisters hold me to somethin' holy and Catholic
Cause the rosary and gold flashy
Just an attachment and accessory to my dress code
Now everywhere all I see is Pablo, Esco
Last time I checked I was still breathin'
My neck was still freezin', now everybody got an Escobar Season
To every baby on the album cover existin'
This trend I was settin' came to fruition
I'm assistin' to push the culture forward
To all my go supporters, go support us
Like a local black-owned grocery store
Cause in the hood shit ain't passed down through blood
It's a dub on that
We get government aid
Spend it at their stores, sendin' their kids through college
We need balance, so we can lease and own Ds in our projects
So I'm askin' Gs to go in their pockets
The racial economic inequality, let's try to solve it
My signature fade with the devil blade
That's a major key
I told her she smart and loyal, I like that
That's a major key
Start a label, run it, sign yourself
That's a major key
What Tony had on the table
It's like us, we a major key
Still underestimated, every mistake a lesson
Mercury retrograde, so if that planet spin backwards up in the heavens maybe
It's effectin' back on niggas who don't be reppin' lately
I'm playin' chess with babies
Niggas is nursery
Niggas impersonatin', rehearsin' me
Nothin' like me, I'm the first of me and that's quite certainly
So official, come get this issue, some women crazy
I like a woman to show me wisdom
These hoes easily convinced to pop their pussy with a loaded pistol
Y'all ain't meant to be played
Says the brother with the signature fade
Still paid, stackin', new stash
Went from hangin' with shooters and clappers
To computer hackers
Check the fashion in Monaco
Gettin' ocean mist on my HSTRY hats
Khaled called me when I was in album mode
So I put it on hold for the Major Key
My album done, niggas, wait and see
[DJ Khaled:]
Classic shit, timeless, forever, iconic
[Nas:]
My signature fade with the devil blade
That's a major key
I told her she smart and loyal, I like that
That's a major key
Start a label, run it, sign yourself
That's a major key
What Tony had on the table
It's like us, we a major key
Holy Key lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Big Sean, Kendrick Lamar & Betty Wright)
[Intro: Big Sean + DJ Khaled]
This is, this is...
Doing what I gotta do
What up though?
We the best music...
I guess I'm on my Don shit
What that mean?
I'mma go
DJ Khaled
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Straight up, late nights mixed with early days
It'll probably be that way until the pearly gates
Stress weighing on me, they want me to nervous break
These hoes showing fake love when I prefer the hate, man
Sheesh, at least if you real then I have to respect it
Realize the energy you give is what you manifested
So understand we positive as could be
The vision is still intact, the show is fresh out of seats
Boy it's never going south 'less we down in South Beach
Khaled on the jet skiis, preaching what you believe in
Everything fast 'cept the food, watch what we eating
If it add a couple years to our life, then we might go vegan
Woah, I hear a little bit of me in all your favorite rappers
You know it's true, bitch I need respect due
Now or later, either way I'mma take it, just like it's fuckin' taxes
No wonder I'm on fire, I done been to hell and back bitch
Lately I been living life in detachment
I practice seven spiritual laws and cut off distractions
We been all in the Hollywood Hills, and never been acting
Detroit gave me an accent and Christ gave me his passion
Father help us, police doing target practice with real bodies
Mommas in the streets, crying, standing over a still body
Niggas over stressing, we under investigation
Every day off to the races, can't fuck with you if you racist
Beat your ass until you purple, they can't even tell what your race is
Doctor King meet Dr. Dre, except this doctor lost all his patience
Have you tied up in a basement with you and your partner facing adjacent
Until you deposit payment or reparations
If you shoot me then you gotta deal with a holy me
It feel like I'm finally free and unlock my spirit with the holy key (the holy key, the holy key, the holy key...)
[Hook: Betty Wright + DJ Khaled]
And I'ma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's all mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'ma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's all mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Everything I touch may disintegrate into dust (uh huh)
Everything I trust may dishonor me in disgust (come on)
Everything is everything, affidavits and wedding rings
Out for blood on my higher horse, I report what it was
I don't wear crosses no more, Yeshua's coming back
I ain't scared of losses no more, I see life in that
I don't resonate with the concept of love and hate
Cause your perspective is less effective and rather fake
The universe and the heavens work in my DNA
Kendrick said "Fuck Mother Earth," that's PSA
The land of the wicked, the foundation of Lucifer's spirit
Walking zombies and spellcatchers, I pray for forgiveness
Uncle Bobby and Paul June is lost again
The underworld and the fourth dimension, my family's in
The big money, the fast cars, my life produced
The blocks I connected while re-building this Rubix cube
So what you look up to?
Fame and fortune, bitches, Porsches, sources with designer thing
Brand endorsement joining forces with sorcerers signing me
Law enforcement their forces, tortures us with violent speed
Fuck your boss's employment my joy is to see all you bleed
Who knew Royce's with choices of color my desire need
Crab and Oyster with gorgeous abortions, I require thee
Flesh and poison the point is the reason, you won't die in peace
Open door for my boy, now they eating, we say, finally
I destroy and divorce what you eating, don't you hire me
Tape recording my voices and tweak it, let's play hide and seek
War distortion and forfeit this evening, you should try at least
I'm restoring the portrait of feasting, nigga, I am beast
I don't like to sleep, I'm up like coyote, I might OD
Hair like ODB, I'm off a higher need
Khaled is valid, I been looking for inspiration
But when you the only king, you the only one in the matrix
[Hook: Betty Wright + DJ Khaled]
And I'ma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's all mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'ma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's all mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
[Outro: Betty Wright]
Holy, Holy key, holy
Jermaine's Interlude lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. J. Cole)
[EarthGang:]
Can't call it, can't call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can't I make a deposit?
Can't call it, uh, can't call it
Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can't I make a deposit?
Can't call it, can't call it
[J. Cole:]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we're heading
I would say it's better not to tell
If it's anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I'd be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)
Tables do turn and labels do burn, the second that they ask you to sell your soul
Don't you do it, don't you fold, say "Fuck that shit" and be bold
Cause all them stories you told on records worth more than gold
And if you never go gold again, at least you will know
The end of your rope was chose by you and not companies
Who control our remote control and hide the truth on my no
But don't mind me, I'm just high again, smokin' weed to get by again
No, actually I'm lyin' cause smokin' it got me smilin'
Rhyming like I rhyme, way back when I would play the violin
Thought that shit wasn't cool, momma sorry, I just stopped tryin'
Paid for your house in hopes there'd be no more reason for cryin'
That shows you how stupid I am, cause niggas is out here dying
From police that flash the siren and then pull up and just start firin'
Niggas murkin' each other, n murky water I try and swim
How the fuck do I look when I brag to you about some diamond?
Said all I could say, now I play with thoughts of retirement
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we're heading
I would say it's better off not to tell
If it's anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I'd be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)
[EarthGang:]
Can't call it, can't call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can't I make a deposit?
Can't call it, uh, can't call it
Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can't I make a deposit?
Can't call it, can't call it
Ima Be Alright lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Bryson Tiller & Future)
[Bryson Tiller (DJ Khaled):]
Ayy everybody switchin' up, I guess
(DJ Khaled)
[Bryson Tiller:]
It's just the way it is, oh
These niggas beat me to it
Yeah, these niggas started changin', oh no
They changin', they changin'
And everything I got they wanna take it, oh
My money and my lady, no
They wanna separate it
They try and tear us down
They tryna tear us down
Hey, hey, hey
[Future (Bryson Tiller):]
I'm touchin' triple digits, now it's catch up, oh
I'm touchin' M's and my life is pandemonium
I got a re-up for you, you know I invented those
Everything around me trickle like sauce
You niggas old news like a five star
Every single night I got a bad bitch
See her comin' up, she came with another bad one
I done caught 'em vibin' the wave, double jeopardy
They know I'm the king of these melodies
You know I was in the bando, smellin' like a half a key
You can smell the molly comin' off me when you next to me
Put it in my cup and let me medicate
And it all started off with foreplay
(With foreplay)
Cappuccino vodkas in Santa Monica
(Santa Monica)
We was best friends until the fall out
Now I got the lawyers goin' all out
[Bryson Tiller:]
It's just the way it is, oh
(Just the way it is)
These niggas beat me to it
Yeah, these niggas started changin', oh no
(They changin', they changin')
And everything I got they wanna take it, oh
My money and my lady, no
They wanna separate it
They try and tear us down
They tryna tear us down
Hey, hey, hey
[Bryson Tiller (DJ Khaled):]
Hey, I been reaping those rewards
From my hard work, I'm startin' to see the jealousy
Hey, they talkin' shit, that's what they tellin' me
What? They write it to somebody else instead of me
Okay, hey, I got my dollas, my cash up
They wanna see me on my last one, last one
They tell you things you don't wanna hear
They don't wanna see me with a bad one
No, or see you in a Benz wagon
With your new bag on
The bag that these hatin' bitches only spend a hundred plus tax on
The one we spent five racks on
And I love to get on tracks that I can rap and spit facts on
I'm the one that niggas love to turn they backs on
Yeah, that's cool with me, that's cool with me
(Another one)
[Bryson Tiller:]
It's just the way it is, oh
(Just the way it is)
These niggas beat me to it
Yeah, these niggas started changin', oh no
(They changin', they changin')
And everything I got they wanna take it, oh
My money and my lady, no
They wanna separate it
They try and tear us down
They tryna tear us down
Hey, hey, hey
[Bryson Tiller & Future:]
It's alright, yeah
I'll be alright, yeah
As long as you right here, yeah
I'll be just fine, yeah
(I'll be just fine)
Just fine, yeah
Just fine, yeah
We was best friends until the fall out
Just fine, yeah
We was best friends until the fall out
Just fine, yeah
Now I got the lawyers goin' all out
Hey, hey, hey
[DJ Khaled:]
They jealous, they want us to fold. That will never happen. They want us broke, so you know what we gonna do? We gonna become billionaires. From now on when you see me, call me Billy. I'm a be alright, I'm a be just fine.
[Bryson Tiller:]
It's just the way it is, oh
(Just the way it is)
These niggas beat me to it
Yeah, these niggas started changin', oh no
(They changin', they changin')
And everything I got they wanna take it, oh
My money and my lady, no
They wanna separate it
They try and tear us down
They tryna tear us down
Hey, hey, hey
[DJ Khaled:]
Ayo Neil, bless up, bless up, bless up...
Do You Mind lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, August Alsina, Jeremih, Future & Rick Ross)
[DJ Khaled:]
Another one
We The Best Music!
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, he ain't messing with no average chick, pop, pop
He got Nicki, he know that he hit the jackpot
Every baller tryna score, check them shot clocks
But I hit 'em with them 'Bron/Iguodal blocks
Eat the cake and he suck on my toes, yes
Hitting them home runs, I'll be like "Go Mets!"
I want a dude that'll still kiss me when he mad
Type to cut me diamonds, he can miss me with them bags
[Chris Brown {August Alsina} (DJ Khaled):]
{Girl we been right here, thinkin' 'bout it all night}
Baby you should be up in my bed
Ooh
Do you mind, do you mind? (DJ Khaled!)
Baby you, do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
[Chris Brown {August Alsina}:]
I'm just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Ooh
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
{Girl we been right here, thinkin' 'bout it all night}
Baby you should be up in my bed
Ooh
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
[Chris Brown:]
You know, you know, you know, you know
He ain't got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby, you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain't got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?
[August Alsina:]
Oh, do you mind if I talk to you?
And do you mind if I touch you there?
Baby know you can't do better baby
I know that it don't get no better than me
Let's not waste that time
You ain't gotta hold back
'Cause once I get inside
You won't change your mind, know that you can take it
No need to hesitate, I need a new patient
I'm not used to waiting, I want you to give it to me
Come on let me taste it until I get enough
Hope you're ready cause I'mma beat it up
Do you mind when I'm behind it? Know how to heat it up
[Jeremih:]
I should, I should be the one, baby you gon' learn that
Girl I know your body, know where every curve at
We be going all night till the early
Know you, know you wanna take off when you on my runway
We ain't got to talk bodies conversate
Baby by the way I touch you you know what I'm saying
Oh, oh, oh, oh ride it slow
Oh, oh, oh
[Chris Brown {August Alsina}:]
I'm just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Ooh
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
{Girl we been right here, thinkin' 'bout it all night}
Baby you should be up in my bed
Ooh
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
[Chris Brown:]
You know, you know, you know
He ain't got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby you deserve better
You know, you know, you know, you know
We ain't got forever and ever
You know, you know, you know, you know
Let me be the one, baby do you mind? Do you mind?
[Future:]
Man with all this red carpet "You know what I'm saying?"
Future Hendrix
I'm a do that favor, drippin' flavor in the two piece
I'm gonna keep my promise, never treat you like a groupie
Calamari dinners, got you eatin' raw sushi
Still in the trap but I like my bitches bougie
Two cups of Styrofoam, excuse me little mama
I can hold you down, be your friend and your lover
You want watches, new Versaces, you want Céline
Top back, dreamin' money ain't a ting
[Rick Ross:]
Seeing two G-wagons in my driveway
Facetime, two black bottles by my fireplace
Fell out with your peoples so you took the pictures down
Instagram ain't been the same since you so distant now
Take you shopping in other places that I won't name
First time your friends really got to see Balmain
20 million cash, seen it there with my two eyes
We the best and I told you this back in '05
(Maybach Music)
[Chris Brown {August Alsina}:]
I'm just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Ooh
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
{Girl we been right here, thinkin' 'bout it all night}
Baby you should be up in my bed
Ooh
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ooh, just in case you need me
I don't mind
Yo, tell them what to do, tell them what to do, tell them what to do
When you see a bad bitch in front of you baby
Yeah, assume the position
[Chris Brown {August Alsina}:]
I'm just tryna get to know ya
Get a little closer, maybe post up
Ooh
Do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
Do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
{Girl we been right here, thinkin' 'bout it all night}
Baby you should be up in my bed
Ooh
Do you mind, do you mind?
Baby you, do you mind? Do do you mind? Do you mind?
Pick These Hoes Apart lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kodak Black, Jeezy & French Montana)
[Kodak Black:]
Ain't tryna flatter you but baby you a star
I'm a come after you, I seen you from afar
When she walked in I was standin' by the bar
Soon I saw you girl my dick was standin' hard
She so wet I make that pussy fall
Pussy good, I just might buy you a new car
Girl you could come and meet my mom tomorrow
The way you walk I thought you was a model
I'm just a regular nigga from the bottom
I hope you ain't one of them hoes that like to gossip
First I eat it then I beat it just like Michael
Yeah, I write but I consider myself an idol
Ain't wanna say it but I think I like you
Certain shit I just gon' do because I'm prideful
Let a nigga get a little close to you then inside you
It's okay bae don't be scared I ain't gon' bite you
[Jeezy:]
Love 'em with your mind and never with your heart
Yeah, I'm shinin', don't you see me from afar?
We the type of niggas pull up in the cars
Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
She can't wait to fuck a nigga in your squad
Real niggas wet your head and they shinin' hard
Rolex today that Audemar tomorrow
Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
One thing about that sack boy, I'm a run it up
Your favorite trapper's favorite trapper and you the runner up
Free credit, say one bitch, you know I got that sauce
Really Gotti here, he ain't got it, I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Cause I call when I call I ain't tryna catch no feelin's
Dick rock hard, yeah I hit her with the buildin'
To all my haters I be mad too, you gotta watch this
Pull up in them 'Raris by the twos just like they toxic
And it ain't about the sprint lil nigga, it's about the marathon
One time for my city bitch, they love me like I'm Farrakhan
Woke up on the first, yeah I bought a couple bricks
Got 'em all off then gotta suite up at the Ritz
Love 'em with your mind and never with your heart
Yeah, I'm shinin', don't you see me from afar?
We the type of niggas pull up in the cars
Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
She can't wait to fuck a nigga in your squad
Real niggas wet your head and they shinin' hard
Rolex today that Audemar tomorrow
Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
[French Montana:]
Shawty cause of you
Went and dropped the roof
Went and got the loot
Went and hit the dealer
Went and dropped the deuce
Tried to make her mine
I'm a hustler lookin' for a buster
Baby go and find 'em
See you on your Oprah gram
We can hustle, both can shine
She buy the payment I knew that
My mind's telling me don't do that
My dick hard so I flew that
That fake love, we grew that
Take her for that mac and let me see the real
Pussy off that mansion I can see your grill
Fuck the blogs, baby chill
I pick these hoes apart
Fuckin' with her mind so much it started fuckin' with her heart
And I just play my part
I'm just seein' if you real, you wasn't with me from the start
These hoes'll tear your heart apart
Montana
[Jeezy:]
Love 'em with your mind and never with your heart
Yeah, I'm shinin', don't you see me from afar?
We the type of niggas pull up in the cars
Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
She can't wait to fuck a nigga in your squad
Real niggas wet your head and they shinin' hard
Rolex today that Audemar tomorrow
Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
Fuck Up The Club lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Rick Ross, YG & Yo Gotti)
[Future & DJ Khaled:]
Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music
It's that Ace of Spade, girl and it's toast music
Nigga let's toast to it
DJ Khaled!
[Future:]
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
[Rick Ross:]
Boss
305 on my plates, a nigga still sellin' weight
Still tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, nigga I got all the sauce
No reason I should lose, the leaders of the new
Got on a couple chains, toy bands and tennis shoes
Got on my Vacheron, Belaire, my bottles come
Talkin' menage a trois, shawty let's have some fun
Bellas at Wimbledon, hell of a gentleman
There is no bigger boss, sip slow, this cinnamon
I'm talkin' numbers, nigga, I've never fumbled, nigga
Standin' on a ball ballin' and I do it when I want it, nigga
[Future & YG:]
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes, any time you want to
4hunnid!
4hunnid, hunnid!
[YG:]
Young nigga, young nigga, got a gun, right nigga
Painted all the rivers red, this blood shit stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs
That's photos, that's more dough
Maybachs for everybody, nigga, squad goals
Flex on 'em, they're like, "Uh oh!"
Entourage, entourage, pullin' up in four 4-doors
West coast, that's my shit, 4hunnid, that's my clique
Last nigga that beat the pussy up, well, um, that's my bitch
I don't give no fucks
I don't give no fucks
40 bands, just blew in the club, oh well, nigga, so what?
[Future:]
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
[Yo Gotti:]
Aces comin' by the 12 pack, young nigga in a Hellcat
GPS on the pack, tell the plug they can mail that
Tell the plug they can mail that, young nigga, I'm a sell that
Mouth closed, I'll never talk, won't say a word and went to jail that
Sauce drippin', I'll fuck 'em up
40 on me 'til I cough it up
Big Gotti, I'm bossin' up
If it's not a hunnid it don't cost enough
Tearin' clubs up like Three Six
I be tearin' plugs up, that's that street shit
I be fuckin' boss bitches, they don't need shit
Tell me, where my boss bitches who don't need shit?
Yeah, these diamonds, not rhinestones
Trap jumpin', yeah the line long
All this money, got my mag on
All this money, got my mag on
[Future:]
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
Yes any time you want to
Work For It lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Big Sean, Gucci Mane & 2 Chainz)
[DJ Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!
[Big Sean:]
Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' get this Rollie off the wrist, yeah
You gon have my phone full of all your pics, yeah
You gon' have me flying in and out of town
You said you've been losing weight and dropping pounds
Damn, I think I'm 'bout to leave the one I'm with
Start a new relationship with you, this is what you do
I had you after twelve but you came right after at two
I could have anything I want but I still want you, that's the truth
I'm not really into the sentimentals
Just me and you behind the tinted windows
While you throwing all these innuendos
We just finna' fuck up all the incidentals at the SLS
That's LA confidential, show me everything that you've been through
We only do what we meant to like, woah
This that, titties on the glass, pull the curtains shit
This that, fuck you in the air, no service dick
This that, call his ass right now, say you're deserting him
This that, call him while we fucking so he heard the shit
Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
[Gucci Mane:]
Money stalking me its like the money talk to me
So if you ain't talking bout money then don't talk to me (shh)
I work with dope boys, I keep a fork on me, (skrt)
I'm in my drop top but won't let you get the drop on me (catch up)
I keep the yop on me in trouble since the follow me
I take my pistol to the mall my pistol shop with me
That bitch is jockin' me, and young niggas admire me
Yeah, but I'm a product of the streets so they won't hire me
[2 Chainz:]
Can't let you play me off the streets you know I got kids
And more major keys than a locksmith
I could teach you niggas how to rock this
My bed was a pallet on the carpet
My ride was a bus named MARTA
Pillow full of Estee Lauder
Nigga, I'm allergic to a charger
Left the foreign cars in my garage, ah
[Big Sean:]
Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
I'm takin' risks, she takin' pills, takin' pics, day job night job
Jamaican shit, I stick to the basics, not a basic bitch
You deserve a young young legendary
Heart throb speeding up your respiratory
Treat these others hoes secondary
I couldn't even cheat with my secretary
Faithful to you even when I'm on road
Even if I'm on a different coast
I'm a still make you feel close mama
I'm addicted to your ass and titties
When you dance the bedroom turn to Magic City
Got my ass thrown hundreds, fifties
Outta thin air yeah that's magic tricking
I take you to the Caribbean
Your mind is clear as the water you swimming in
In and out that bitch like we amphibians
I won't change next season for ya like they did Aunt Vivian
I'm a put you on the businesses, I'm a divy up the dividends
I'm a show you what the fuck commitment is, baby
Make me give up everything I worked for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, you ain't got to church though
I still bless you but you what come first though
Make me give up everything I worked for
Sunday, that's what they pray to church for
You gon' make me give up everything I worked for
Don't Ever Play Yourself lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Jadakiss, Fabolous, Fat Joe, Busta Rhymes & Kent Jones)
[Dj Khaled:]
DJ Khaled
[Jadakiss:]
Put them down count the money, let 'em see the work, yeah
That's the definition of a major key alert
Another nigga gotta die, won't be the first, nah
Won't be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, stop actin' out
And I ain't talking 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything will get copped at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the hard fever
Switch from the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on deck whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, they become drastic
Next thing is cremation or a casket
Fuck fallin' back, I need all of that
I need my name in the cocaine almanac, Jada
Real dope boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us back
Either way I ain't never evil
Why do you think the streets love me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are forever breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a better reason
[Fabolous:]
First thing first don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't ever play myself, never
Even when they all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did what worked for me, then bossed up and paid myself
See I'm showin' up a K off, gain a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I don't know about no layoffs
Team still ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a slayoff
See we be in the party wasted, no part of fake shit
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat while everybody starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
Odell Beckham, respect him, you can't check him
Blindside hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the major league
Gotta wait your turn, that's a major key
[Fat Joe:]
Mami yellin' I'm the greatest
Back to back with the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even know her
Every night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife what this dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was only grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go, woah
Fuck your bitch and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple laughs in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas always tryna high five
Gotta stay away from day driftin', all sauce
Every day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth talk
[Busta Rhymes:]
Now I'm takin' over everything like that's my callin'
Wakin' up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money like a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the coffins
Think we playin'? Niggas think it's funny?
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now make room for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll beat a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past shameful
I get this bread and shine like an angel
One of the last with bars, you niggas better be grateful
Thank you so much
I Diddy bop and drop on you niggas
I count bread and take it to the top on you niggas (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah blah, you sound alike, my niggas
Blah, blah, but when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my niggas
I give you new brand shit, fuck you gon' do?
And know we love the boom bap, oh yeah we do this too
Yeah, fuck with the realer side, oh you against us, nigga?
You better run and hide, until I'm finished, nigga
Don't play yourself
Play yourself and lay yourself dead in a casket
Pray yourself, end in a basket
Hate yourself cause you ain't ask if you could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a leader for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you ever play yourself
[Kent Jones:]
I saw a lot of niggas fade out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good head and shoulders to keep all the flakes out
Seen a lot of singles chart on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, they prolly all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers, so hurt when I follow up
It's the ones with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do call me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna find hope in
I'm just tryna raise a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood niggas got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest ammo up under the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my Grammy
Fuck a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You gotta finish bigger than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even part of it all
Start from the bottom or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, that's all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
Text back and told her, "Please be hammered so you can sex as my arm strong"
If Louisiana then tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate then don't even send a message
FYI I'll be free 'round 2 or 3
And two things you gotta be, new or lean
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive with no heart in me
So never say my name in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries
Jones
Tourist lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Travis Scott & Lil Wayne)
[Travis Scott & DJ Khaled:]
We The Best Music!
How many times the merry-go-round goes around
You come around a whole lot of times
DJ Khaled!
[Travis Scott:]
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist
Pretty bitches walkin' 'round my forest
How does it feel, my nigga? Damn it feel great
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist
I might bust that little bitch, pass to my buddy
Bust that bitch and pass her to my buddy
How does it feel, my nigga? Damn it feel great
Bust a little bitch and pass her to my buddy
Gin and tonic, pass that to my buddies
On that lean and soda, I'm not no alcoholic
How does that feel, my nigga? I said it feel great
Come bust a trip and come and be my tourist (straight up!)
Alligator swap, we pill pop in my hood
Ain't no changin' that, cause that check we on good (straight up!)
9 A.M. clockin', 4 A.M. water whippin'
Just got to the Mo, my niggas still leanin', tippin'
Had to bust a bitch I knew back from my old days
Shawty held me down when a nigga had that bald fade (straight up!)
504, my nigga, shout my woadie
La Flame killin' you niggas, damn, I'm sorry
That's not my kid, call up my nigga Maury
Drinkin', drivin', but I wore a condom and I'm stickin' to that story
I bust a nut like I bust a brick
Bust a band like I bust a bitch
Bust a nigga like I bust a bitch
But I pass it like I'm Robert Horry (straight up!)
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist
Pretty bitches walkin' 'round my forest
How does it feel, my nigga?
Damn, it feel great
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist
Pretty bitches walkin' 'round my forest
How does it feel, my nigga?
Damn, it feel great
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist (straight up!)
[Lil Wayne:]
Wayne's world, part time, excellent
She might be a tourist and terrorist
A Hell's Angel actin' like she heaven sent, Lord
We can go sight seein' and all that
She can be wifey and all that
She's the tourist, I'm her tour guide
Can't see this bullshit, I hit bullseye
The weed got her lightheaded, red eyes
I told her, "Don't worry, we stay high"
Plus there's a bed on my tour bus
So you can get fucked as we pull out, Lord
I pull out like skrrt in New Orleans
I pull up her skirt and get gnarly
She come to Wayne's world just to party
And all of my tourists is foreign
[Travis Scott:]
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist
Pretty bitches walkin' 'round my forest
How does it feel, my nigga?
Damn, it feel great (straight up!)
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist (straight up!)
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist
Pretty bitches walkin' 'round my forest
How does it feel, my nigga?
Damn, it feel great
Bust a trip, come and be my tourist (straight up!)
[Lil Wayne:]
Khaled, fuck with your boy
Bust a trip and come and be my tourist
Moolah!
God is great
We winnin'
Amen
Hallelujah, Hollygrove
Hallelujah, Hollygrove
I'm gone
Bust a trip and come and be my tourist
Forgive Me Father lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Meghan Trainor, Wiz Khalifa & Wale)
[DJ Khaled:]
Another one!
DJ Khaled
[Meghan Trainor:]
I'm here to right my wrongs
I've made a mess again
I'd like to apologize
I'm tryna make amends
Forgive me, father
I'm only human
That wasn't who I am
Those were my demons
Those were my demons
Those were my demons
Forgive me, father
Those were my demons
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Don't even look back on it
You ready for change, better act on it
They look up to you so don't slack on it
It's a blessing, you know that you're talented
Some people don't know what their talent is
What's sad is they don't know what balance is
I ain't been the same since I had a kid
Look out for him and protect where I live
I done got famous for what I did
Rollin' up papers and showin' love, we all in the same
Now the bank come to where I live
Don't hate on another man, no that ain't part of the game
Did it all for the fame
And don't call it a game
Started small every day
We worked hard, and now they call us bosses
And I done seen so many people slow down
I can't relate, I can't relate, no
And I done seen so many people change up
I can't relate, I can't relate, no
When you doin' good, somebody wanna see you doin' bad
I can't relate, I can't relate, no
Just movin' forward, so why they wanna talk about the past?
I can't relate, I can't relate, no
[Meghan Trainor:]
I'm here to right my wrongs
I've made a mess again
I'd like to apologize
I'm tryna make amends
Forgive me, father
I'm only human
That wasn't who I am
Those were my demons
Those were my demons
Those were my demons
Forgive me, father
Those were my demons
[Wale:]
Major, yeah!
I got visions, I miss fortune all day
What I'm sayin', I, tryna tell y'all
I shake these nightmares all day
How can I give you my mind?
When I try to think, it just race
How can I give you my heart?
When I call on it, it just breaks
I put the city on top
District, V.A. all day
PG MoCo on their sweaters
Guess who made their DNA?
Amy Wine to Cobain
Qur'an, Bible or fate
Try not to feel like I'm Robin Will'
Would a hook change my fate?
Why you make me this way?
[Meghan Trainor:]
I'm here to right my wrongs
I've made a mess again
I'd like to apologize
I'm tryna make amends
Forgive me, father
I'm only human
That wasn't who I am
Those were my demons
Those were my demons
Those were my demons
Forgive me, father
Those were my demons
[Wale:]
Folarin
Major Key, special cloth
Progress lyrics - DJ Khaled
Wi nuh in a nothing wid you
If you naw show no progress
Man fi go through life without no stress
Be friends meet some people that's hopeless
Cause dem a nuh, no progress
Dem chat a bag a things and dem screw
A just suh dem come tan
A stone you bread come from
A jail bunk dem waan see man head pon
A you nice life dem waan see you dead from
Dem cyaa trick mi and kill mi
Mi cyaa dead
Dem a send a bag a news to you woman
Fi you woman left
Life is like the weather
You haffi go through the season
People change and you don't know the reason
Duppy bat nuh have no direction
And a dem a try lead you
Mi couldn't work wid a nigga
From him a work wid him evil
Mama seh good mix wid allot of evil
The devil in allot of people
From mi naw feel you energy mi gone
Like the good bible mi ready you
Dem cyaa trick mi and kill mi
Mi cyaa dead
Dem a send a bag a news to you woman
Fi you woman left
Life is like the weather
You haffi go through the season
People change and you don't know the reason
Nuh bother drown in your sorrows
You fi feel like swim
Is a real life thing
Yes today you down
Now you feel like king
The life where yo fam wasn't inviting
Sometimes mi know it stressing
Mi waan every youth rise and count unuh blessings
Dem waan si wi feed pon dumpling and mackerel
Sea food and lobster pon the hot grill
Wa happen to dem
Dem cyaa trick mi and kill mi
Mi cyaa dead
Dem a send a bag a news to you woman
Fi you woman left
Life is like the weather
You haffi go through the season
People change and you don't know the reason
Wi nuh in a nothing wid you
If you naw show no progress
Man fi go through life without no stress
Be friends meet some people that's hopeless
Cause dem a nuh, no progress
Dem chat a bag a things and dem screw
A just suh dem come tan
A stone you bread come from
A jail bunk dem waan see man head pon
A you nice life dem waan see you dead from
I Don't Play About My Paper lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future & Rick Ross)
[DJ Khaled:]
Future let's get right to it
I don't play about my paper
(DJ Khaled!)
[Hook - Future:]
Sippin' my cup this muddy, muddy
When I fuck on these bitches no lovey-dovey
Got a flood on my wrist, it was mellow yellow
Had a flood on my wrist, it was yellow, mellow
Check on that chick out the melo
I got that white on that white on the Panamera
Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella
See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal
I put the racks and the goons on 'em
I got a MAC with a drum on 'em
Soon as the dry hit we laid on 'em
Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Percocet roxies and we stay on 'em
Percocet roxies we stay on 'em
[Future:]
Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't
[Rick Ross:]
Rich nigga rituals, Royce Royces and residuals
Residue in my residence, Revinue was so plentiful
Rumors Rozay still be runnin' with all you criminals
Ransom notes and repercussions follow my ridicule
Private charters to Bahamas as I send them through
Two new bitches up in Memphis that’s just for summer school
A nigga networth at an all-time high
I play for keeps, you just ran cross my mind
I own all the things that these niggas plot for
Know they hatin', still resistin', go and cop more
She takin' off her clothes, know that's for a hot boy
Pistols in the lobby, honey on the top floor
[Future:]
Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
[Hook - Future:]
Sippin' my cup this muddy, muddy
When I fuck on these bitches no lovey-dovey
Got a flood on my wrist, yellow, yellow
Had a flood on my wrist, it was was yellow, yellow
Check on that chick out the melo
I got that white on that white on the Panamera
Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella
See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal
I put the racks and the goons on 'em
I got a Mac with a drum on 'em
Soon as the dry hit we laid on 'em
Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Percocet roxies and we stay on 'em
Percocet roxies we stay on 'em
[Future:]
Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
All of these diamonds I copped
All of these watches I copped
All of these Bentleys we coppin'
All of these Ghosts and I copped it
All of the Phantoms I copped it
All of the cribs we're coppin'
All of the bitches we copped it
All of these bitches we coppin'
They know I don't play about that paper
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper, yeah
I Ride lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Boosie Badazz, Future, Rick Ross & Jeezy)
[Hook - Future:]
(Yeah) I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
(Boosie Badazz, yeah, yeah)
And they said they fuck wit' you
(Uh-huh, fuck 'em, woo)
But really they don't fuck wit' you (Huh, no tussle)
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em (DJ Khaled)
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em (Wraith boys)
I still got the paper plates on 'em (Money boy, woo)
And if you think I'm playin' wit' you (Playin' wit' you )
I ride on you niggas [x8] (Yeah)
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
[Verse 1 - Boosie Badazz:]
Boosie Mandela, I am the people's choices
We can take it there, but I take it much farther
Dude you don't know me, so you can't drink my bottle
Why when I was gone, you ain't do nothing for my daughter?
Paper plate-living niggas hating cause I'm ballin'
Boring his bitch, fucked her and spoiled
You don't wanna see me all I do is make a call
We have no specific victims, we want all y'all
Ridin' for the team, .45 wit' a beam
Plenty murder scenes
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
G-O-R-R-I-double-L-E
It's levels to this shit like my nigga Meek say
DJ Khaled, look
[Hook - Future:]
I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
And they said they fuck wit' you
But really they don't fuck wit' you
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em
I still got the paper plates on 'em
And if you think I'm playing wit' you
I ride on you niggas [x8]
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
All the bad bitches real niggas holler when we enter
Sky dweller looking like chilly in the winter
Twelve gage [?] bruh that bitch look like a chopper
And my dawg [?] so I hand it to my partner
Heat game chip bitch I'm chilling on the floor
All white hit the door looking like a kilo
Ice machine refrigerator nigga what the hell
What they said about my watch when I spoke to [?]
Cash on the Wraith so this shit is not a lease
Hundred cash on the Cuban fuck I need with a piece
Catch you in the streets knock your top off like a Jeep
Then we show up at your funeral and piss all on your wreath
Ride on 'em
[Hook - Future:]
I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
And they said they fuck wit' you
But really they don't fuck wit' you
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em
I still got the paper plates on 'em
And if you think I'm playing wit' you
I ride on you niggas [x8]
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
Betting on a nigga I'mma go and get it
And if I set it on a nigga you can bet that I'mma go and hit it
These the laws that we live by
Same niggas that your looking at the ones you getting slit by
Still moving how I wanna
For a brick whole clique getting left in a coma
White glove it's a deadly game
You gon' fuck top down say my name like [?]
All I want is real estate
Graduated from the corner 'til I send it up the interstate
Niggas hating on me
But I got a new plug and it got a truck waiting on me
[Hook - Future:]
I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
And they said they fuck wit' you
But really they don't fuck wit' you
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em
I still got the paper plates on 'em
And if you think I'm playing wit' you
I ride on you niggas [x8]
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
Gold Slugs lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. August Alsina, Chris Brown & Fetty Wap)
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[Chris Brown:]
I'ma pull up when she call me
Baby you know I don't pull out when we lovin'
Touchin', kissin', and lickin'
Always leavin' your panties or somethin' else
In my crib or my whip, I'm shinin' with this gold grill
I could give a fuck how you feel
The ass and them titties on the real
I took her back to my block, nigga my hood
Now everybody, everybody like
Damn that girl look good
And every nigga in the squad gon' keep it 100
She can tell that I'm a boss and I tell her
She loves me, oh she loves me
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[August Alsina:]
When I'm licking and grillin' you know she love that
Call her semi automatic, cause she bust back
And it's time she my now and later
She be beggin' me to annihilate her
When it's over she'll need the undertaker, killed that
Your body's shakin' girl, I feel that
It's mine forever, we grind together
And when you put them slugs in, we even shine together
And I love that and I think she knows that
Whenever she all at it gotta go down
She said she only fuckin' with them thugs
But nobody handcuffin' baby, no doubt
Cause we both know what it was
She loves
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[Fetty Wap:]
I brought out the Zoo, I act a fool for you baby
I set 'em down, take em to school for you baby
Bustin' out the window how I'm feelin' you baby
And people say we crazy just the shit we do baby
And she love a hood nigga, show her how to flip it
Everybody stingy, yeah we stackin' and we spendin'
Ay it sound like a water slide when I'm in it
And we 'bout business so we know let's get it
And we love those gold slugs baby
I beat it up gold gloves baby
And let em talk, they don't know nothin' baby
These niggas broke tryna hold some baby
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[DJ Khaled:]
Baby you love it
You love these gold slugs
Baby let me get you some lobster
Matter of fact let me get you seafood, rice, and lobster
Let me get you some red velvet cake
Baby it's Miami "Finger Lickin"
Miami Gardens Carol city __cpLocation
Another one
I Swear I Never Tell Another Soul lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Yo Gotti & Trick Daddy)
[Hook x8 - Future:]
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
My PO wanna violate me
(I swear I never tell another soul)
Chop a whole 1 hunnid, let off 80
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I like bitches who like bitches
(I swear I never tell another soul)
These niggas talk just like bitches so...
(I swear I never tell another soul)
400 for the lamb, 550 for the room, nigga
(swear I never tell another soul)
600 for a pound, 550 for the O, nigga
140 for the Porsche, 210 for the Bentley
How to fuck a nigga hate to see a real nigga win it?
(I swear I never tell another soul)
(How to fuck a nigga hate?)
Better ask about me, Dope Boy free
Swear the god touched 10 mil, I swear
(I swear I never tell another soul)
Young nigga had no deal, street skills
Big pistols, young nigga soo real
If the town known, put the whole city on his back
And they never took another soul
Never took his back, let's get it
[Hook x8 - Future:]
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
[Verse 2 - Trick Daddy:]
Fuck niggas wanna live my life
(I swear I never tell another soul)
Who be down with the hoe done tell my wife?
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I guess me and you boy, we beefin' how
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I'll bust ya head when the time is right
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I know a nigga that's doin' life
All because his Codeine had fo'
All his hoe cars and the keys that he sold, that fuck nigga told
His home boy was a Dboy, but he act like a CI
Takin' notes like a PI, carried on like a peon
You see a fuck nigga holler "FBI"
I've seen him on first 48, said he had everything on tape
And he the nigga with the gun and the drum
And his hands hold and fuck nigga turned staple
That nigga, that 5-0 told somethin' 'bout a nigga that put him on on death row
These niggas too cutthroat, and as you knew, niggas got the game all fucked up
[Hook x8 - Future:]
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
[Verse 3 - Future:]
We be riddin' in 'em mailbox cars
Nigga, yeah that was us
I swear I never tell another soul
We was kickin' In the door
Nigga, we was quick to bust, yeah
I swear I never tell another soul, yeah
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
Yeah
I Lied lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. French Montana, Meek Mill, Beanie Sigel & Jadakiss)
I'mma lie for my dawg I'mma ride
Just know I'mma lie
[Hook x2 - French Montana:]
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
I swear I swore to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth
And I got up on that podium and lied
Then the coppers swore to tell the truth nothing but the whole truth
And he got up on that podium and cried
Said I tried to take his life
And the judge ain't take my side
Cause when you black that risk is high to beat that case against them odds
Against them guys, with your last bit of money for your lawyer
My heart dropped when I seen him hit the corner
They was in the black Taurus, Dodge Charger, Explorer
Beat me to the ground and used my blood to mop the floor
But I'mma hold the water like it was holy water
Informants told informants how we had it and they swarmed us They caught us
[Hook - French Montana]:
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel:]
Only swear by a law so when approached by them folks
I spit the truth when I swore under oath
I lied, I lied
Shit, cause I don't take the stand on niggas
I rather give it to that man up close
Blocka, blocka
I told my cellie in the jail I wouldn't rap no more
See you when they free you cuz cause I ain't coming back no more
Wifey on the highway with them kids driving back on fouth
Knowing in a nigga [?] that I be back in court
Reside in somebody's federal estate
Niggas jumping on your case is worst than first 48
I seen a rat stand up on his case that wish he told
Come on a pill and give a nigga a will
[Hook - French Montana:]
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss:]
It was we vs. them vs. three then ten
Swore I never [?] again but I lied, I lied
Now the package is enormous
And that come with informants
We already kinda hot so it's stupid to keep it on us
We just being hard headed
Disregarding the drop
Them they bagged him in the cab and brought him back to the spot
Found six p's of piffy a little under fifty
That little bit of bread make the relationship shifty
And it's all my fault he still tryna to convince me
I miss my goddaughter I wonder if she miss me
Birthdays and Christmas I ain't never missed it
Her dad is my brother I love him from a distance
[Hook x2 - French Montana:]
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
How Many Times lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Big Sean & Lil Wayne)
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down
Get down, get down
How many times I got 'em?
Light another for the bitch who's just only in town for the weekend
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time
You know how I feel about waiting in line
You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time
You're only this young for a moment in time, take it in stride
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?
[Lil Wayne:]
How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur?
Think about it, think it over, everything is gon' be kosher
Call me when you getting closer
If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya?
Don't send me no naked pictures
If I can't get naked with ya
This dick deserve recognition
I don't mind paying that commission
Is you with the shit or nah?
If we ain't fucking then bitch, bon voyage
How many times? I said how many times?
Too many times and bitch I ain't got time
[Hook]
[Big Sean:]
Okay phone off the hook, yeah that bitch won't stop blinking
I'll pick up for you though on the second ring
You've been drinking and drinking, you're drinking for fun
And you drink for a reason
Yeah leave your boyfriend and call me when you're leaving
Calling shots refereeing, no drama
Pussy so wet I'm a need Dramamine and mattress Aquafining
Boy I light the block up, young Billie Jeaning
I'm dodging the leeches, I'm signing agreements
I'm signing new artists, I sell out arenas
Swimming with the dolphins on the Dan Marino
Wine mixing, this shit like the Catalina
B-I-G, minus Puff and Lil Cease
I'm on my grind, 3 AM text like I need ya
Dream about the pussy, fuck it I'm a dreamer
Hold me down but don't hold me back like I need you to, damn
I wrote myself a million dollar check in fifth grade
I put it on the wall and promised it'd be this way
She fuck me like she want the rent paid
Like she want that Oscar De La Renta
I slow it down like it's her favourite ballad
Then go back up at it like I hadn't had it
Straight up
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?
[Bridge]
[Chris Brown:]
I see these bitches in supperclub
Niggas got me throwing bottles up
Bottles with all of my homies
I'm feeling generous, throwing my money
She said she wanted the molly love
I gave her the dick but I'm not in love
I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I'm boning
Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the morning
Got xans when I turn up, it's a party, bust it open
Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me
She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up
You wanna fuck with a thug
Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing
Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone
Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free
I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it
He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks
Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split
Talking 'bout me, I'm the shit
I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars
And my niggas, they whipping the bricks
[Hook]
You Mine lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Jeremih & Trey Songz)
[Jeremih:]
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
Bring your body here
You've been workin' out lookin' so right
So it's only right
Yeah you know how we get
It's growin' up, I know you down to ride
You know what's on tonight
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
[Trey Songz:]
You know when I'm opposite of you it drives me so fuckin' crazy
Got my head between your legs
Kissin' on your favorite places
Girl you make a mess
How you got me makin' sticky faces
You like to get gone off that liq
One more shot, one more sip, you get so into it, girl
I bet the neighbors, bet they know us
Pussy bomb when you you blow up, girl
And other niggas can't do nothin' for ya
I pledge you mine, you know you keep me focused
Said them other niggas stop wasting their time
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
[Jeremih:]
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
Bring your body here
You've been workin' out lookin' so right
So it's only right
Yeah you know how we get
It's growin' up, I know you down to ride
You know what's on tonight
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
[Future:]
Dress it up and make it real for me
Then tell me you gone kill for me
Then tell me you gone steal for me
Then tell me you gone steal for me
I just said walk in the mall
Like you're Puffy then I say gimme the Total
I went to Harlem and get me a Spanish bitch
She dress like a mannequin
I went to Baltimore, got me a ghetto bitch
Cause I've been livin' so lavishly
She fuck me good, she roll up my blunts
She even hang round all my savages
I put my time in
Even got the Rollie off her like Uncle May
I know it's love, I know it's love
Cause she hang around all my shooters
I walked in the club, I walked in the club
I told that bitch hold on the Ruger
Even I'm gangster nigga, love ya like Larry Hoover
I just sent her off to shop her daughter in the Uber
She know the shit that I told her some on the realest ever been told
[Jeremih:]
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
Bring your body here
You've been workin' out lookin' so right
So it's only right
Yeah you know how we get
It's growin' up, I know you down to ride
You know what's on tonight
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
[DJ Khaled:]
It's We The Best Music
For life
Another one
Every Time We Come Around lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. French Montana, Jadakiss, Ace Hood & Vado)
[DJ Khaled:]
On everything I love, it’s we the best music
It’s we the best over everything
Get money, mo’ money
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood:]
You know I got that check on me, you know I got that 9 on me
Play with it or get religious, these shots’ll make your shirt holey
Say please lord, forgive a nigga, actin’ up like Ben Stiller
Jewelry on me so fuckin’ cold, I gotta wear it with a chinchilla
I ball on these fuck niggas, Bron-Bron, D Wade
Whip white like cocaine, too dope, Rick James
I’m hardbody, my flow sick, that Eagle on me no Mike Vick
I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson
Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound
Yeah, shorty, she know the deal and that’s every time that I come ‘round
This big business, I come around, smoking on that too loud
Give my dog about 1200, in twenty minutes he goin’ down
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
[Verse 2 - Vado:]
It’s my year, Slime here, Cartier box face, call it the time’s square
Why year, I drive and fly Lear, V-16, need a coupe with nine gears
Yeah! Mob member, star agenda
Serve niggas over these bars like bartenders (Yes!)
I bob cats while shooting like guard Kemba
Hard in the paint, I stretch it, Lew Alcindor
F it, you all dinners, no protection
Tired of hearing these deadlines, no reception
Need work like wi-fi, no connection
We The Best men be the best in, cause
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss:]
They think I’ma gun ‘em down, just ‘cause I’m a motherfucking king from the underground
Rest in peace, Pimp, name live long as Bun around
Niggas know me, 100 keys, 500 pounds
Way too advanced for these lames, had to dumb it down
Nigga try to run off with some change, I’ma hunt him down
All they do is run they mouth; me, I just run the town
Cause the industry is being ran by a bunch of clowns
Circus: it hurts ‘cause everybody’s a boss and nobody’s the workers (Real shit)
Shit is getting weird; all I know is when I look ‘em in the eyes they be scared
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
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