Suicidal Thoughts lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)

Ahhhh haaa

Pass the Guiness

Yahhh

Gully Gad, from Kingston

Yahh yahh

We the best music

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So mi say be careful a di road dem weh yuh walk

Some a carry drugs and some a dem have dutty heart

Chat in front yuh face, dem wah fi kill you when you pass

You dem woulda lost

So it's best if you nuh talk

Am on another level like a Noah wid dah Ark

Am mi nuh fair di devil with the fork

Touch Gullyside guns smoke and guns bark

All a mi enimies dead off

So suicial, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So suicial, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

Every street, every block

Gullyside and a me

Tell dem we the best is just a family

From Kingston, Jamaica to Miami

We taking over, lead mek dem falla we

Sing this

Every Gangsta pon dem corner

A some di marijuana

Far as dem eyes can see

Mi a di real thing

From New York to California

To Arizona dem haffi set we free

Old Gangalee

God if you with me

Show the light just let me know

Light just let me know

You know, hands in the sky if you with me

It's the gullyside life you know

You now... you know...

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

So suicidal, first dem ever see this

Gangsta for life, the realist

Outro (They Don't Want War) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ace Hood)

[Waitress:]

Guan guan Mista Khaled

What you want today, the regular?

[DJ Khaled:]

Nah, give me the steamed fish

With some white rice

And give me a champaigne cola

And give me some water with some lemon on it

You feel me?

[Waitress:]

Alright there, no problem

So what your friend want?

[Ace:]

Nah I'm good

[Waitress:]

Alright then, me soon come back

(Waitress giving the order to the chef)

[DJ Khaled:]

So check this out right

It's all about the money

It's always about the power

It's always about the respect

Straight up

I don't see 'em

[Waitress:]

Yo Khaled der be some thugs out to the pre

I don't know if you want me get dem out side

I pray

[DJ Khaled:]

Hey yo check this out right

You tell 'em to come through bring them to me

And let them know they have a choice

Everyone has a choice

[DJ Khaled:]

Heard them people seeking problems with the Godfather

Shockers keep them llama get your head trauma

Pussy boys rather see me dead, mama

Instead I'm in that Maybach texting William Roberts

Riding through the city with my hammer close

Pray to Allah that this trick does not have bash results

Self made all it took was faith and lots of hope

Understand this the realest shit I ever wrote

Arab from the middle east Jerusalem

Duplicate me will never be I'm hot as Lucifer

Palestine mastermind, rowie face, bezels shine

Smoking good, counting paper, tryin' to dodge the Babylon

Yeah, I'm well respected and that's on any block

Talk about the gutter you just pray to make it out

Puffing ganja with them wassels with them dreadlocks

Cracking lots with them mobsters get your dog shot

I'm fucking molding, foreign without an owner

Motherfucking neighbours bought the whole corner

Bought the whole block, stuntin' on you fuck boys

We the best of all, gotta get that young boy

Gotta let me get 'em

Nah Ace, they don't want war

Just let me get 'em

Nah Ace, they don't want war

I got 'em, I got 'em

Nah Ace, they don't want war

Cause that's that shit we came for

[DJ Khaled:]

Steamed fish was amazing, matter of fact

Let me get some jerk chicken to go

Grabbed me one of them lemon pie theories

And let me get some of them cash you theories too

And give me another champaingne cola

But let me ask you a question

What happened to them people asking about me

You supposed to bring them to me

[Waitress:]

Dey no sai mistar Khaled

Dey say me one thang one dat you

It let those take their next chance

And dem boi just

And just cut, gone, cut

[Outro:]

Hahahaha, I always told my dogs everyone got a choice

Everyone, kiss the ring

Don't Get Me Started - Ace Hood (feat. DJ Khaled)

[Intro]

You don’t want to get me started ho

You don’t want to get me started ho

Ace Hood

We the best, YMCMB

[Hook: Ace Hood]

My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake

Was on the block every night, was on the block every day

I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame

I kept it real from the joint and that’s just how I remain

Don’t get me started, don’t get me started

My nigga, my nigga don’t get me started, don’t get me started

My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded

Cause a nigga wanna think it’s sweet then try me

Don’t get me started, don’t get me started

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]

Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers

Clique full of niggas and killas

When they cut me I don’t pay them

With the two them nigga eyes remember

I’m the same lil nigga from the block ho

And I drive still walk with the Glock on

I’m about that cream, guaplage on

Don’t get me started up ho

I come to whip in the Phantom

Y’all niggas really can’t stand it

Them hoes really be jocking

Diamonds that got them watching

Say Ace ain’t getting’ no money

Pussy, I beg your pardon

You don’t wanna get me started

You don’t wanna see how I’m ballin’

Ok ok, what it look like?

Well that good thing got and it’s good night

With a bad bitch, she’s so thick

She rolling, I know this

And her neck gon' froze, better know that

Act up, I smell like a Kodak

And these niggas these niggas

These niggas these niggas

These niggas these niggas won’t hold back

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Ok them pussy niggas be hating

Focus on what I’m making

Came through in tha Phantom

Them pussy niggas can’t take it

Spit big bread on my chain

Still on stroke with your main

I’m rich nigga like yea nigga

They hoping I stay the same

They say I changed when I got fame

Bitch niggas, they complain

Flat black in that 2 door

Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne

I’m like damn hood what it be like?

Hold 'em down as your knee lights

New bitch like every day

Swear to God you won’t see her twice

That purple that got me leaning

They don’t wanna get me started

Come on this hook, no phonics

Introduce this shit and go retarded

Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing

Extended clips that’s standing tall; two chain

[Hook]

Aktion Pak lyrics - DJ Khaled

(performed by Mavado) 

[Intro:]

Seh dem ago diss who

Seh dem ago diss me

Chatty mouth dat man

Dem bad like me

A chat dem a chat

Yap dem a yap

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no cuss cuss wi no wear frock

Gullyside wi a action pak

[Verse:]

Tell dem anything a anything

Any deejay Hennessy, any focal chemistry

Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin

Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back

Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat

Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat

Any missa man violate mi done chat

Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma

Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama

Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see

Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana

Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest

Mi have a sticky finger

Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger

Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window

Am ready now, who did a chat

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no lip lip wi no parrot

Gullyside wi a action pak

Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak

Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back

Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]

Well any day dem think dem can diss mi

Mi mek Jamaica a fi re write history

Mi new style hot up dem head like a Frisbee

Mi fire furnace turn up cuz mi fans dem miss mi

Mi so serious now dont even smile at me own

No deal in cotton paper clashing is fa olds

Diamonds an gold am at the south pole

Am touching yo girl and wrap her in my lui fury coat

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no lip lip wi no parrot

Gullyside wi a action pak

Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak

Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back

Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]

Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin

Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back

Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat

Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat

Any missa man violate mi done chat

Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma

Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama

Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see

Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana

Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest

Mi have a sticky finger

Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger

Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window

Am ready now, who did a chat

[Hook:]

Gullyside wi a action pak

Wi no lip lip wi no parrot

Gullyside wi a action pak

Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak

Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back

Right now wi a action pak

B-Boyz lyrics - Birdman (feat. DJ Khaled, Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar & Ace Hood)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Talk about it, make 'em talk about

Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it

And your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life support

I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart

Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence

Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one

And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it

Mack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'Lac

With a latch on the back of the trunk

Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance

And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent

And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance

Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever

And cut, no cut, more guns, more guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'

Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'

C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'

On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby

Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey

Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive

Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis

Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish

Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em

Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal

Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma

I'm super paid, 2 shows a day

My rollie gold, no time to waste

What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother

Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma

Hot as the summer, cold as the winter

Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber

Young nigga, got a lot of flows

Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger

Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it

Third Ward soldier, suicide rider

Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter

Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti

Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models

Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales

Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail

Fr-fresher than I been before

Higher than we even been, shining on them 24's

Junior doing time ho

On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]

Ya know!

The time is money and money still was made baby

Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga

It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]

I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers

That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us

I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers

Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers

Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy

My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy

My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand

And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand

Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam

Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn

I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch

To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche

Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force

Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?

I went from making money from people with crack habits

To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket

Amen

We The Best Forever (2011)

• I'm On One
• Welcome To My Hood
• Money
• I'm Thuggin'
• It Ain't Over Til It's Over
• Legendary
• Sleep When I'm Gone
• Can't Stop
• Future
• My Life
• A Million Lights
• Welcome To My Hood (Remix) 

I'm On One lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

I get 'em up

I'm on one

I get 'em up

Fuck it I'm on one

I get 'em up

I said I'm on one

DJ Khaled!

[Drake:]

I'm getting so throwed

I ain't went this hard since I was 18

Apologize if I say, anything I don't mean

Like what's up with your best friend?

We could all have some fun, believe me

And what's up with these new niggas?

And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy

'Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy

and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got

Tripping off you 'cause you had your shot

With my skin tanned and my hair long

And my fans who been so patient,

Me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation

Hate your rumours, hate your bullshit

Hate these fucking allegations,

I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking

Watch me take it!

[Drake:]

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from

I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done

And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young

And I'm only getting older so somebody should've told ya

I'm on one

fuck it, I'm on one

I said I'm on one

Fuck it, I'm on one

Two white cups and I got that drink

Could be purple, it could be pink

Depending on how you mix that shit

Money that we got, never get that shit

'Cause I'm on one

I said fuck it I'm on one

[Rick Ross:]

I'm burning purple flowers

It's burning my chest

I bury the most cash and burning the rest

Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air

Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear

Check it.

Burner in the belt

Move the kids to the hills

Boss

Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill

Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great

Even though I'm out on bond I might be facin' 8

Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me

Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully

Ever made love to the woman of your dreams

In a room full of money out in London and she screams

Baby, I could take it there

Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair

So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair

Khaled

And it's double M G until I get the chair

[Drake:]

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from

I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done

And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young

And I'm only getting older somebody should've told ya

I'm on one

Fuck it, I'm on one

I said I'm on one

Fuck it, I'm on one

Two white cups and I got that drink

Could be purple, it could be pink

Depending on how you mix that shit

Money that we got, never get that shit

'Cause I'm on one

I said fuck it I'm on one

[Lil Wayne:]

I walk around the club, fuck everybody

And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley

Too much money, ain't enough money

You know the feds listening, nigga what money?

I'm a maid nigga

I should dust something

You niggas on the bench

Like the bus coming

Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the swishas

I'm focused might as well say cheese for the pictures

Oh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant

You a sell out, but I ain't buying

Chopper dissect a nigga like science

Put an end to your world like the Mayans

This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov

It's a slim chance I fall, olive oil

Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it

I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence

[Drake:]

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from

I'mma sip until I feel it, I'mma smoke it 'til it's done

And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young

And I'm only getting older somebody should've told ya

I'm on one

Young mula baby

Fuck it, I'm on one

YMCMB

I said I'm on one

Fuck it, I'm on one

Two white cups and I got that drink

Could be purple, it could be pink

Depending on how you mix that shit

Money that we got, never get that shit

'Cause I'm on one

I said fuck it I'm on one

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

Get 'em up

DJ Khaled!

Welcome To My Hood lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Wayne, T-Pain)

[T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood

(Where the hood at)

(Where the hood at)

Welcome to my hood

Everybody know everybody

And if I got it everybody got it

Welcome to my hood

Look at all these old school Chevy's

24's so you know we roll heavy

Welcome to my hood

They outside playing hopscotch

And every know this is the hot spot

Welcome to my hood

Them boys will put you down on your knees

(Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police

In my hood

[Rick Ross]

Audemar on my wrist

Diamond, look like they glowing

50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing

Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin'

Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em

Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz

I got possession of a federal offence

I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent

So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt

Like it ain't no tomorrow, fuck ya house note nigga

Blow that bitch on a bottle

The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back

Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Plies]

I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga

I'm talkin' Norieaga, nigga, the real Norieaga

If you ain't from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us

And tell congress when you see 'em bitch I'm stealin' cable

And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us

And why is the half of my whole hood on papers

Some are on house arrest, some are on child support

Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court

Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note

Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo

I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores

We throw our money round here, but y'all can..

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad

And they say time fly's, well mine's first class

I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets

I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach

Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass

Pockets on Monique

Bitch I'm from the murder capital

Hoe, I'm far from practical

Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to

Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot

I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot

All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out

Got it sewn up, check the thread count

[T-Pain - Chorus]

Money lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy & Ludacris)

[Young Jeezy]

I can’t even walk

My pockets too heavy

Got that 40 on me now

Them choppers too heavy

Told ‘em you gotta fall back

I can’t sneak you in the club

Said I’m in the car you need me my nigga

Nothin’ but love

Last blunt [?] so much smoke I can’t see ya

Ain't over here, look I wouldn’t wanna be ya

Talking so many bitches we got bitches on bitches

Way she moving that ass I think the bitch got switches

Pull up to this bitch Escalade full of killers

Now only thing realer: Escalade full of scrilla

Louis V to the back, half a rack for the snap back

Wiz Khalifa’s on the coupe I’m talking black and yellow flapjacks

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

When I talk I be talking ’bout money

So please don’t talk to me if you ain’t talking ’bout money

Weed, coke, ecstasy, nah we talkin bout money

Don’t know what went wrong with me, cause I be talkin bout money

We talkin’ bout money

Let the money talk (money)

Let the money talk (money)

Let the money talk (money)

Let the money talk (money)

Let the money talk (money)

Let the money talk (money)

[Ludacris]

LUDA!

I’m talkin’ ’bout money you never seen, hoe

The incredible hulk, so much paper I’m turning green, hoe

Green giant, I want it, I buy it

Y’all just ballers on a budget

Your money’s on a diet

And I’m laughing you such a riot

David verse your Goliath

Let my money talk for me

Hear ‘em, be quiet

Hamilton said “was happenin’?”

Jackson said “wat it do?”

Grant chucked up a deuce

My Benjamin said “fuck you”

Ahhhhh

It cost money to fund a war nigga

I’ll have you laying right on the floor nigga

And take you higher

I’m a lover not a fighter

But if a rappers gettin gassed

Than I’m the first one to light her

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[DJ Khaled]

More money, more problems

So bring the problems

I love it

This We The Best Music Group

YMCMB

Bitch I don't see you

Get your money right

Hustle Hard

I’m forreal about this shit

Get money!

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

I'm Thuggin' lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Ace Hood)

[DJ Khaled:]

Yeah, DJ Khaled

Mean Mug Music

Waka Flocka

Ace Hood

This Gon' Fuck The Streets Up

This Gon' Fuck The Clubs Up

[Chorus:]

Police kicked my door in shawty last night

I'll Be Damned If I Don't Go Out With A Fight

My Girlfriend Says She Needs Some New Shoes And A Bag

I Told Her Shut The Fuck Up And Get Off Yo Ass

I'm Thuggin' [x4]

Middle Fingers To The Cops And The Judge

Raised by the old niggas, just mean mug

God Bless A Nigga So Bitch I'm Out Here

Wear The Wrong Color You Can't Come Around Here

So Get Your Mind Right And Your Pistol Close

Hoppin' Out That Ride Into Your Place Like A Seminal

All My Niggas They Thuggin'

My Lil Cousin Got His Chopper Chrome

Any Niggas Want Problems Take Your Top Off Block The Metrodome

It'll Make A Loud Noise Sound Like It's World War

Never Break A Sweat That's What Them Killers For

I Get Money Hoe, On Some Real Shit

Deck Of Hundreds On Me

That's Just What I Deal With

Waka Thorped Out And We The Business

See Me Off To H.A.M. I Bet Your Niggas Deal Quick

Mama Pray For Me, Commit A Lot Of Sins

And It Don't Make It Better Consumin' A Lot Of Gin

Blood, Sweat And Tears I Pour My Soul Out

Smell The Flowers Bitch I Might Just Pull A Rose Out

[Chorus:]

A Young Nigga Fucking Bucking With His Treads Loose

Middle Finger All The Fans Cause I Said To

Now Where My G's At?

Now Where Them Dope Boys?

Now Where My Niggas Who Be Thuggin' On The Corner Four?

Hands In The Air, Throw Your Hood Up

Hoppin' Out That 7 Tre, Them 6's When I Pull Up

Now Where My Bad Bitches Who Keep Their Ass Phat?

I Love A Bitch Ain't Scared To Throw That Ass Back

And I Keep Them Real Niggas

Homie That's A Fact

You A SuperDuck, I'm Talkin' Aflac

My Nigga Storped Out, Thorped Out

Stupid Treads In Them

Soles With Them Stone Mouth

Club stupid packed, it's a mad house

Catch you sniffin' by yourself, and then you assed out

And homie that's word, my niggas gon' learn

See that red in blue, I'm runnin' out my Converse

[Hook]

It Ain't Over Til It's Over lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mary J. Blige, Fabolous & Jadakiss)

[Fabolous:]

I said we the best at making this green

I swear Mountain Dew ain't got nothing on my team

F is for the family that’s holding me down

I think niggas know who run this town

A is for the action I’m all about

Blow a nigga head off, kill all the doubt

B is for the big boys with the grown money

And bad bitches who ain't gotta spend their own money

Shots of ‘Tron at like 4 in the morn’

It ain't over 'til it’s over, Loso I’m gone

[Mary J. Blige:]

Lights stay on, they don't fade

Take my last call, don’t hold your breath

Everyday make something outta nothing

Move a mountain and still keep running

Never come down, make no mistake

They can say oh that my end is on the horizon

When I wake, all I see is the sun rising

Just when I thought I said all there was to say

I get the last word,

It ain't over till it's over

Just when I thought I did all there was to do

I give my best to you

It ain't over 'til it’s over

Ooh-oh ooh-oh

It ain't over 'til it’s over

Ooh-oh ooh-oh

It ain't over 'til it’s over

[Jadakiss:]

I smoke weed, you sip on lean

People always sayin’ what the hell is that mean

J is for the justice I did to the game

Lot of these niggas that's on is lame

A is for the way I airs ‘em out

Coupes by the two’s I pairs ‘em out

D’s for the dope that a nigga still pumpin’

12 hour shifts got the spot still jumpin’

Rockin' on 'til the block is gone

38′ is snub nose but the choppers long

[Mary J Blige:]

And everything takes time so they say

But it's been on my side everyday

Every second gone is another way to come up

Bend the corner, crash into the jackpot

Twists and turns I can take

They can say they do that my end is on the horizon

When I wake, all I see is the sun rising

Just when I thought I said all there was to say

I get the last word,

It ain't over till it's over

Just when I thought I did all there was to do

I give my best to you

It ain't over 'til it’s over

Ooh-oh ooh-oh

It ain't over 'til it’s over

Ooh-oh ooh-oh

Legendary lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Keyshia Cole & Ne-Yo)

[Keyshia Cole:]

You know, I've seen some things...

It's important to stay strong

Wassup DJ Khaled?

It's your girl KC!

[Chorus:]

If not they, then who?

Can carry on the weight of this world?

If not they, then who?

Will make sure all the people know how it feels

To be legendary!

[Chris Brown:]

Baby don't cry no more

Cause I'm here to show you the way

I know you got some fight in you

So don't make losing so easy

[Hook: Keyshia Cole]

Everybody's gonna fight

And everybody's gonna fall

But the ones that get up

Are always the strongest

Oh I can't imagine if I

Never went through nothing

I wouldn't be a fighter

And I wouldn't last the longest

[Chorus:]

If not they, then who?

Can carry on the weight of this world?

If not they, then who?

Will make sure all the people know how it feels

To be legendary!

[Chris Brown:]

Legends are born and created

Nothing's free, so I take it

It takes the determination! (We goin' in)

The nation!

[Hook: Keyshia Cole]

Everybody's gonna fight

And everybody's gonna fall

But the ones that get up

Are always the strongest

Oh I can't imagine if I

Never went through nothing

I wouldn't be a fighter

And I wouldn't last the longest

[Chorus:]

If not they, then who?

Can carry on the weight of this world?

If not they, then who?

Will make sure all the people know how it feels

To be legendary!

[Ne-Yo:]

I promise I'm a do it better than

Anybody's ever seen.

That I will be everything that everybody told me

I would never be

Got my feet on the ground, the wind at my back

My head to the sky. (Won't stop now!)

No, not ever

You can see in my eyes

I will be legendary

[Chorus:]

If not they, then who?

Can carry on the weight of this world?

If not they, then who?

Will make sure all the people know how it feels

To be legendary!

[Spoken: DJ Khaled]

I remember when they told me no!

I looked them right in their eyes and I told 'em yes!

Don't let nobody stop your dreams!

Keep winning!

Rise to the top!

Keep your head up!

Young world! The world is yours!

We the best! YMCMB

Sleep When I'm Gone lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Busta Rhymes, Cee Lo Green & Game)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

About to change the game

DJ KHALED!

WE THE BEST FOREVER

Cash Money, Young Money

I'm for real about this shit

Let's go

[Hook: Cee-Lo]

I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money

The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)

I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay

Naps to my treasure, yay ay

(Time's on the side, whoa)

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

[Verse 1: Game]

They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related

Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated

Hated, hated by niggas with no hustle

Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you

In the face with the spades, life is a card game

And I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change

Fuckin' basketball wives, while you at away games

Really fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names

Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train

Niggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great dane

Try me, end up like why me?

Team full of animals, like I coach the heat

Four floor mansion, close to the beach

6 car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat

In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks

Flaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex

[Hook:]

I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money

The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)

I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay

Naps to my treasure, yay ay

(Time's on the side, whoa)

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Yo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so long

And only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm gone

Look, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate this

The streets classified me as another level of greatness

I don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas bitch

And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit

Listen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those things

Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings

Watch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine

The piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time

The feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggas

Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas

See now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away

'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day

Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it

And realize every thing is hotter when we touch it

[Hook:]

I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money

The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)

I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay

Naps to my treasure, yay ay

(Time's on the side, whoa)

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

[Verse 3: Game]

Ayo Khaled, let this shit breeze

It's poor lil' rich nigga, that's me

Smoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheesh

Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep

1.5 wide, every 2 weeks

Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out

Life is short, then please, my kids gon' ball out

They kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now, pullin' cars out

You gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled out

Ass gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped in

All cause you let a nigga slip in

Aftermath, '05, G-Unit, '06

Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip

Sittin' on the couch, smokin' up memories

Pourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies

Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy

Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy

[Hook:]

I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my money

The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone (Gone)

I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yay

Naps to my treasure, yay ay

(Time's on the side, whoa)

Why close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Sleep when I'm gone

Can't Stop lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman & T-Pain)

[Verse 1: Birdman]

Shinin', grindin' on the shine

Flippin' all the time

When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin'

Cash Money flippin', shit them everytime

When we grindin' cause we gettin', flippin' the change range

And doin' different thangs, hittin' the same lanes

But flippin' didn't change

Yeah, higher then we ever been

More money, now more money, cause we ballin' in

[Hook: T-Pain]

You know I can't stop, I won't stop

I feel like everybody's trying to kill me

So I don't stop, 'till I'm on top

And God keeps telling me I will be

If you with me then salute, you know what to do

You know what to do

Put your hands up in the air

You can make it through

All you gotta do is

Put your hands up in the air

[Verse 2: Birdman]

Shinin' bright lights, hotter then them other lights

The real life flash mash on the same night

More money, now we brighter then we even been

Hundred thousand poppin' bottles, bitch we goin' in

Crystal lights, blowin' on that Khaled dro

Turkey bag, hundred thou on the marble floor

Rainbow, red bone with the triple color

Hurricane, make it rain, bitch every summer

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Yeah it's on deck, straps on deck

Sticks on deck, Stunna island, private jets

Put the house on Gin, and nigga we place the bet

From hundred G's to flippin' hundred, bitch we hit the liq'

High on the hill, the view above the falls

Smashin' in the field, 100 balls [?]

You know how we do it, bossin' up grand news

Uptown survivor, money really shoot

[Hook]

Future lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Wale, Vado & Big Sean)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

I am the streets, the future

I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills

Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future

They gettin' money, they makin' hit records

They hustlin'

[Ace Hood]

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em

He just told me kill 'em

100 for the Beamer

Kudos for the dealer

Murder, bet I wrote it

Kudos to the killer

Chevy sittin' crooked

Keep the Reggie Miller

I'm a motherfuckin' beast

See me in your sleep

Nightmare on any street

Swear I will mark any beat

Spread this to the industry

Lyrics like a chopper piece

Flow right through your fitted T

Pull this through with chemistry

Hottest nigga 'round, they saying

Greatness is my tendency

No such thing as sympathy

More money, my remedy, pockets on, heavy D

Bitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me

Wrists in the air, anti-freeze, can it be?

I'm who you dying to be'

Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese

Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B

Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree

Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag

Dead faces keep my money in the body bag

And the G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I gotta get paid

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Walk in my house you can meet my maid

And you give a damn you can push that Lac

Push that Benz on, push that lade, hop to the whip, no top on mine

Niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

I been paying my secret client, talk to [?], what I resign

[?] your house, about to sign

[Meek Mill]

We the motherfucking best

Word to my mama

Wild presidential, got me feeling like Obama

All I want is change

And my niggas they wanted the same

I wanted the money

And never the fame

I turned into something they never became

Through all the rain, I kept my flame

And I kept burning and it's my turn and

Real nigga my hood confirm it

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

And that Maybach, let me take em way back

When I was starving that was payback

Nigga where that cake at?

I want y'all to see now

I feel that love, I feel that hate

I put it to your mug, you gonna faint

When that thing gonna fly

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gonna ride

Let me go hard like I ain't gonna die

Meek Mill!

[Big Sean]

Do it! OK

Smoke until I ain't got no lungs

Got it going down, no teeth

I call it "speaking tongues"

Do it! Do it!

Now you speaking my language

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Man this ain't no sign language

Fresh out of the ashes it's a

Detroit fucking classic from when

MM got the masses. Trick Trick got them passes

Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor

Yeah that motor be the fastest

Bitch, they call it Motor City

Cause I'm most likely to crash

Fuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur...

Going broke? No sir!

Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style Bitch

But I overshine

Told em it's the quarter so I guess

We're going overtime. Dumb high, dumb high

Westside, bitch. I run mine

I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

So don't ask me why they strung out

I'm like Jordan to you niggas

I might need to stick my tongue out

She wiggled and wobble/bobbled

Then landed on my throttle

Bitch, I might make you my baby

And even buy you a bottle

That's how they talk to you?

[?] people like Versace

My pockets got paper on paper

This shit just look like a novel

100 thousand worth of ice on me now...

But it don't feel half as good

As grandma saying she's proud...

[Wale]

Forever dedicated, my poetic genius

Something they close to seeing

Tell em they close, they scheming

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

We don't believe ya. Y'all run them?

We put a wreath on niggas' careers

We the best, Khaled

No need to stress, Khaled

Know there's a lot of artists

But I got the best palette

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Murray the winner, you think he really

Nelson Mandela

That's fire though. One time for the 305, though

That hydro make me tired, yo

My kicking be so Tai Bo!

My balance be so tight rope

That's hard to find

Hold the dough for me, I'm maestro, shit

That white whip shit

On the side, wrists slit

Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit

Right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard

My driver's out of this world, you playing

Bumper cars. You niggas under cause

You should be unemployed

All you smokers Reggie, [?] making a bunch of noise

Who gonna tell me that I ain't going?

Young Folarin, you see them puters

That was my influence

[Vado]

The twin towers fell

Turning to Ground Zero

Kicking like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes

Their hero, as I play?

Corleone like Bob De Niro

Been through it here though

Don't move with the weirdos

Dress pimping like?

Your house is on West and 4th

Mine is on West 6th

While I ride this Maserati

My Life lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon & B.o.B)

[Intro: DJ Khaled & Akon]

DJ Khaled

Konvict music

Cash Money Young Money

Let's go

[Akon: Bridge]

You already know the score, been down this road before

Gotta hold your breath gotta take it now

If you want a taste of my life

Nothing good comes easy

Gotta go hard believe me

Gotta risk it all

Gotta roll the dice

If you want a taste of my life

[Chorus: Akon & B.o.B]

My life my life

My life my life

My life my life

My life my life

My life my life

My life my life

If you want a taste of my life

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

Yeah they wanna taste that rapper life

But the road to fame usually spoils the appetite

We live the type of dreams you wish for in the afterlife

But all that they can see is velvet ropes and flashing lights

Not everything is lavish life but in the mirror all I see is all the nights I had to fight

It's so ironic all I had to sacrifice but now I got the money I get everything for half the price, damn

[Verse 2: Akon]

You know Khaled everybody wants the good life

Nobody really wanna pay the price

No pain no gain na na na na

This might take a little longer

No pain no gain na na na na

It'll only make you stronger

[Bridge: Akon]

You already know the score, been down this road before

Gotta hold your breath gotta take it now

If you want a taste of my life

Nothing good comes easy

Gotta go hard believe me

Gotta risk it all

Gotta roll the dice

If you want a taste of my life

[Chorus: Akon]

My life my life

My life my life

My life my life

If you want a taste of my life

[Verse 3: Akon]

They all wanna make it up to the top

Khaled they don't wanna give up everything they got

No pain no gain na na na na

This might take a little longer

No pain no gain na na na na

It'll only take you stronger

[Bridge: Akon]

You already know the score, been down this road before

Gotta hold your breath gotta take it now

If you want a taste of my life

Nothing good comes easy

Gotta go hard believe me

Gotta risk it all

Gotta roll the dice

If you want a taste of my life

[Extended chorus: Akon]

My life my life

My life my life

My life my life

If you want a taste of my life

My life my life

My life my life

My life my life

If you want a taste of my life

A Million Lights lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Tyga, Cory Gunz, Mack Maine, Jae Millz, Kevin Rudolf)

[Hook: Kevin Rudolf]

A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is moving slow

I've got a feeling 'bout this one, and we still young, you know

I'm breathin' fire in your club

It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold

It's not my fault if your hearts grown cold

[Verse 1: Tyga]

New Hermes duffle bags

On the plane, see the sky through a little glass

20 hour flight, never jet-lagged

Sipping white wine, watching the sunset

Real love this close? I ain't never had

Sitting with you all day til the night pass

Damn, I ain't trying to fight that

But if we fall too fast, will the feeling last?

Now I'm lookin' over my shoulder, shoulder

Champagne, good dimes and good times, and now it's all over

But can't blame me for all that

You was bright, now your heart all black

Try to outshine the good with the bad

You a cold motherfucker, I ain't mad at you

Still shinin'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]

You gettin' old and your heart turn cold

Time-line froze, mad at the world cause you lived your life, but this the

Life that we chose

Lights on the road for the nicest road, I mean long-ass flights for these

Hoes

But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled, I mean no life, low life

Say my name and hopes to get more life, nigga live yo life

Ass nigga, you cook it with no spice

Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like

Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend

And king, I'm lookin' for a dope queen

Uh, first thing baby: I'm ready to rock

Baby car goes high, man smash

Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give 'em the chills (Millz-y)

Keep riders, get birth control pills

[Jae Millz]

Uh, young money, bright lights

Lord knows I live for these nights

You're damn right, I'mma sip champagne 'till it burn my side

To the front, like Jeter

My diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs, jesus

Mouth jewelry, loud speakers

Blowin' loud weed with some loud divas

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]

Uh, it's that summertime, money time

Gonna rhyme good time, when I'm done giving mine

Brown smoke, white engine out the silly lines

Pretty toes hangin' out the window to the finish line

Spikes pokin' out my kicks like a porcupine

Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line

Uptown dog, straight up from the south Bronx

How in Miami, Khaled outcome

You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest

Life nothin' like a movie, I just date a [?]

Remember it was hard trying to page wagers

Nice spittin' hard rhymes on the main stages

Independent, yeah I told 'em major later

We some independent niggas gettin' major paper

Shout to 'em, Stunna, Slim, Mack

We play for keep, so how we gon' give up that?

YMCMB, lights, camera, action!

[Hook]

Welcome To My Hood (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ludacris, T-Pain, Busta Rhymes, Mavado, Twista, Birdman, Ace Hood, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Bun B, Game, Waka Flocka Flame)

[DJ Khaled & T-Pain talking:]

I'm foreal about this shit, this the remix (welcome to my hood), let's go, remix, remix, remix

(Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)

[Chorus:]

Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody and if I got it everybody got it

Welcome to my hood, look at all these old school chevys, 24's so you know we roll heavy (YMCMB)

Welcome to my hood, where they gettin fly like a G6, and everybody know this is the remix

Welcome to my hood, them boys will put you down on yo knees (woop, woop) that's the sound of the police in my hood

[Ludacris:]

Everybody on the corner with the work slangin & bangin in front of that liquor store

Blowin money cause I live life fast with this bottle full of yak I'm a sip it slow

Singles double when triple beams takeover

Now holla cause they impalas got extreme makeovers

Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street

Now wear the wrong color and catch a Rodney King beatdown

Kids hit with switches, mamas is qoutin scriptures

While Ludas gettin head, more gums than baby pictures

Cock my 40 glock and my partna just bought a replica

Now Asains sayin they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy)

We run from red & blue lights to get that green

But whoever got that white is winnin like Charlie Sheen

[T-Pain:]

Teddy pain, teddy pain, bad man, bad man

Mixed shots, boom boom boom boom boom bang

Man we the best never the less, you know we get it hot

Fire flame flame, fire fire flame

Put me on the track and I'm a really let a muthafucka feel it, when I do it, how I do it, what I do

If a nigga really wanna test (come and test), you can bet that I'm a eat em all day (fuck food)

850 what I represent, Tallahome Florida president

Me & DJ Khaled got these haters lookin hesitant

So keep all that wackness out my ear, (phew phew) that's the sound of your career in my hood

[Busta:]

I hope you niggas got your ringside seats, cause it's whoopass season

Comin to a hood near you, everybody know what happen when you see me comin (Back-Up!)

I be hurdlin & gotcha reguritatin & murderin everything gun shots bah bah bah bah bah bah bah

Ya'll know what it is, I'm comin to get it & others are blockin

I'm runnin the hood and nothin can top it

You can google it and you can search it

On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible for you to stop it

More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villain, he's adrenaline poppin

Need a medical situation because the way I'm fuckin everything until I'm peepin it

Why you tryna do what you already know that I'm the king with it

And, you don't wanna come behind me with it bro

Uggh, I killed this shit I ain't gotta rhyme no more

[Twista:]

Welcome to my hood where poor members of faculty backin me

If you wanna try attackin me, that could be when I eat em

Especially when I beat em, when they see a bunch of killas and hustlas on the side of me

I'm an anemole to em, put em on crutches

We'll sock ya lip first for you touch us, he one that's kickin our brothas

Much as I smoke the duchess and model bitches that cut us

And muthafuckas that love us, their enemies wanna touch us

I'm a spit a flow as if it was a sin, then the gangstas are restin forever

See a solid 4, then I'm a put it on the fin

Then you know to never test, it'll be a category F5

Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride

Love to the hundreds, and everybody that runnin the north

And my whole city and my niggas from the westside

[Mavado:]

(Wah Happen to dem!)

Welcome to di Gully weh we no tek Bad-up,

Big spliff ina mi hand di hennessy ina mi cup.

You see di girls dem we have up, it's like some angels had up

Dem phat and grab up... you ah 'ear me?

When you pass di gate written at the entrance

If yo violate, straight death sentence

If you live you must be great to be a snake; no repentance.

We comin at you with Vengance!

[DJ Khaled:]

Never slippin, I'm ballin, Puff keep on callin

I don't see none of you pussies, fuck that shit you be taklin

Rep Miami the ghettos (Dade County), every hood and the projects

And when I drop off my singles, I'm droppin one of my targets

Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits

I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit

And, we the best, it's no pretend

I touch a millions, throwin hundreds in this bitch

[Birdman:]

Real real nigga numba 1, hustle fly with my son

I come from uptown, G5 tommy gun

Red flag everyday, hundred mil ready to spray

Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plate

Blowin on some good nigga, feelin good nigga

Stunna island, Me & Khaled on the wood nigga

You understand, shinin like I know we should

Birdman YMCMB we good nigga

[Ace Hood:]

Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kickin down in yo front door

Knock knock, you hear the glock cock and that thing pop on the 4 4

Posted up on that same block, I'm in the drop top holdin with that bank roll

Young nigga, I'm out chere

Can't name a place I can't go

Ridin round with my 50 grand

And they wonder what do that safe hold

Middle finga them feds and that's why I pledge a part of my g code

And fuck them prosecutors, hustla count a sewer

It's we the best forever, make sure you spread the rumor bitch

[Fat Joe:]

Good coke, hard ride stashes in the bodyshop

Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops

Niggas gettin left right in front of the mobile precinct

Leave em like them Jordans, red dot leakin

I'm 15 when I first startin coppin pies

You 46 just turnin blood, stop it 5

It's like the only way to make it is supplyin things

Who dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing

[Game:]

It's that black raw, black dawg pullin up on that black home

Compton that's my backyard, that's where I used to get them sacks off

But, now I got platinum plaques sittin in the back of the back

And I'm back with Dre again, Aftermath

We the best, Me & Khaled, Dre & Em

Detox red, that's back to the back

Step in the club with my hat to the back

Nigga I'm so hood even tho I'm livin good

Niggas still in VIP strapped with a gat

Drop a couple stacks then it back to the trap

Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the lac

Red rum, if you try it niggas (westside) throw it up now

[Jadakiss:]

They knockin packs off, they lettin gats off

Medicate, benefit cards scratch offs

Savin every dime, tryna choke a quarter

And they ain't sellin crack, they sellin coke & water

Smokin or ya snortin, they coppin all the Jordans

Nothins more important, steal em if you can't afford em

I'm gettin to the money, I need another comma

Some of em love the drama, more than they love they mama

[Bun B:]

Welcome to the land of the trill, where everybody walkin with they hand on they steel

And, a model is a supply & demand any will

You went outta line with the wrong man then get killed

When ya damned if you will & damned if you don't

Lotta dudes sayin that they can but they won't

Lotta boys sayin that they g's and they ain't

Mess around, get laid down in the paint

Better do what you say, and say what you do

For I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew

They got them fists, AR's, AK's and them twos

And they will gladiate all day, what it do

R.I.P. to the trillest that did it, to my g's on lockdown

Stick with it, think I'm a stop reppin PAT, forget it

[Flocka:]

Welcome to Fulton county, my house got surrounded

The industry tryna drown me, but my hood still around me

Rookie of the year, no freshman cover

Shawty 16 years old, with 4 baby mothas

First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET

And, since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street

First Woo to put T. Rodgers on TV

Everyday it's a party on Grove street

[DJ Khaled outro talking:]

We the best forever, June 28th, it's gon be a hot summa

Victory (2010)

• All I Do Is Win
• Put Your Hands Up
• Fed Up
• Victory
• Ball
• Rockin All My Chains On
• Bringing Real Rap Back
• Bring The Money Out
• On My Way
• Rep My City 

All I Do Is Win lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ludacris, Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross & T-Pain)

[Khaled:] DJ Khaled!

[T-Pain:] Hey! Yeah

[Khaled:] We the best!

[T-Pain:]

All I do is win, win, win no matter what

Got money on my mind I can never get enough

And every time I step up in the building

Everybody hands go up

And they stay there

And they say yeah

And they stay there

Up down, up down, up down

'Cause all I do is win, win, win

And if you goin' in put your hands in the air

Make them stay there

(Yeah, listen... Luda)

[Ludacris:]

Ludacris going in on the verse

'Cause I never been defeated and I won't stop now

Keep your hands up get 'em in the sky

For the homies didn't make it and my folks locked down

I never went nowhere

But they saying Luda's back

Blame it on that conjure

The hood call it Luda'gnac

And I'm on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flow

My hands go up and down like strippers booties go

My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins

Last time on a Khaled remix now I'm on the original version

Can't never count me out

Y'all better count me in

Got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in

Make millions every year, the South's champion

'Cause all I do, all I, all I, all I, all I do is

[T-Pain:]

All I do is win, win, win no matter what

Got money on my mind I can never get enough

And every time I step up in the building

Everybody hands go up

And they stay there

And they say yeah

And they stay there

Up down, up down, up down

'Cause all I do is win, win, win

And if you goin' in put your hands in the air

Make them stay there

(Win, win, who? Boss... Boss)

[Rick Ross:]

Swerving in my lo-lo

Head on the swivel

You know serving me's a no no

Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce

Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!

Tell Khaled back it up, my niggas call me loco

Down for armed trafficking, don't make me pull that fo-fo

Ask you what you laughing at (what?)

Represent that mud life

Dirty money bitch you better get your mud right

We come together holding hands and holla thug life

We're all strapped in all black

It's like thug life

(all we do is win)

You riding to what?

'Cause we riding tonight

Now she's riding with me 'cause you wasn't riding her right

Ross

[T-Pain:]

All I do is win, win, win no matter what

Got money on my mind I can never get enough

And every time I step up in the building

Everybody hands go up

And they stay there

And they say yeah

And they stay there

Up down, up down, up down

'Cause all I do is win, win, win

And if you goin' in put your hands in the air

Make them stay there

[Snoop Dogg:]

Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove

Water getting boiled, dope being sold

Snoopy in the hoopty, system overload

I've been running this rap game since I was 20 years old

I hung with the worst of them

Bust 'til I burst 'em up

Floss 'em up, toss 'em up, hardaway, cross 'em up

Pardon me I'm bossing up

Pressure up, bless you bruh

Don't mess with us

We like the U in the 80s

Back to back set a trap

Hit the lick, hit it back

Hit the trick, jump the track

Bitch I want my money back

Time and time again while I'm sipping on this gin

Al Davis said it best, just win baby win

[T-Pain:]

All I do is win, win, win no matter what

Got money on my mind I can never get enough

And every time I step up in the building

Everybody hands go up

And they stay there

And they say yeah

And they stay there

Up down, up down, up down

'Cause all I do is win, win, win

And if you goin' in put your hands in the air

Make them stay there

Put Your Hands Up lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy, Plies, Rick Ross & Schife)

[DJ Khaled talking:]

DJ Khaled!

If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!

If you rep your city like me, put your hands up!

If you put in work like me, put your hands up!

[Hook: Schife]

If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!

D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!

Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Put em up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Say Khaled I'm going in so you can gon' bring in back

Gon' bring it back, I said gon' bring it back! (Ey!)

A straight monster in this bitch

Nigga, poltergeist

It's dade county in this verse, they gon' say Jesus Christ

And like Rihanna fine ass, I'm gon' live my life

Ten bands and take one, call it being nice

Get your hands up and that's a direct order

Got my bands up, thanks to the transporter

Thanks to the transporter?

I'm like yeah sorta!

Got my name hot, be around like South Florida

Get your hands up if your not living right

Now keep your hands up

You risk it err'day and night

[Hook: Schife]

If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!

D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!

Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Put em up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

[Verse 2: Plies]

If I die tonight, bury me in the hood

With all the jewelry on, make sure I'm looking good

Rob who nigga? I wish a nigga would

Point 5, don't shoot, that's how the lames do it

Word on the street somebody put a hit on me

I'm in the foreign, top off, look like I'm worried homie?

Better send them now, got bout a mill on me

You rob me; I kill you, now that's a deal homie

Two-twenty-three

Carbon one-five

Old black bitch with me, that's that forty five

Been real, never snitched nigga my whole life

Heard a nigga whacked him. He shouldn't have testified

[Hook: Schife]

If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!

D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!

Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Put em up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

I'm hotter than a Kawasaki in the projects

Burning more than rubber, money ain't a object

I'm number 1, and hurt they feelings in the process

Cop a bird, then your really seein progress

I'm buying cars like I'm in a contest

Say my name, rappers lookin like a bomb threat

I'm the winner, these beginners talking nonsense

Brain from your [?] till she render me unconscious

I'm so conscious of DNA in my closet

My show account can't take another deposit

Ladies heartthrob labelled me the odd ball

3.5 cause I'm known to start small

[Hook: Schife]

If you from the streets like me, put your hands up!

D Boys on my tease, put your hands up!

Independent bad bitches, put your hands up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

If you know this how you living, put your hands up!

Put em up!

Where they at?

Put em up!

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

This the biggest street anthem in the hood right now

I got the streets on fire with this one

Somebody pass my [?]

That's the new thug passion

This we the best music

Put your hands up!

Fed Up lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Usher, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, Drake, Lil' Wayne)

DJ Khaled

the streets is fed up (who else nigga?)

we fed up (we the best)

the runners, usher talk to em

[Usher-Chorus]

it was all a dream yeah homey I am on my job

and you can’t take that away from me (can’t take that away)

yeah I got my team and I got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga)

and they give me the love I need (yeah)

I got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more

check in the game and back in the light (yeahh)

I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ayy) I’m fed up (ay)

I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired

[Young Jeezy]

I am absolutely positively on my grizzy

even though I’m sick and I’m tired I gets busy

started a 62 but it ended up a frisbee

and me I like to sit at the stove until I’m dizzy

ball so hard it’s like I brought the game with me

left my glove so white you thought I brought jermaine with me

bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me

(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)

I give it all up before I let the fame get me

I got niggas tryna sue me bitches tryna do me

way these niggas actin you’d a thought they never knew me

but these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me

I’m fed up probably why I’m actin like the old me

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]

I’m sick and tired of you suckas so now I’m fed up

somebody catch the chain I’m bout to tear his head off

shorty bendin over know I’m bout to tear it up

before you let your top back get your bread up

made history but now we claimin victory

get ya out the white house go back to your efficiencies

suckas feel me and I know you haters hear me

(I’m fed up, I’m fed up)

like IRS you wonderin what I’m makin yearly

let them brown bags circulate (stack) so I perpetrate (never)

we shining in the bottom cause we down to twekalate

lookin at the parking lot better get your mind right

I hope you fed up being broke because the times right (Ross)

[Chorus]

[Drake]

Uh, me and Wayne was gettin high on em

he leaned over and told me just don’t retire on em

and when they give ya they shoulders never cry on em

and when they love you to death just never die on em

and the question still remains

have I counted all the money that I’ve managed to obtain?

niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name

and somehow I’m still the hottest mofucka in the game

[Lil Wayne]

I’m happy to be back man….

I’m tired of these haters

That’s why I go hard like A.C. Slater

Weezy Baby here, y’all prenatal

I just get the beat and murk it out like Frado

Uhh I’m sick of being criticized

That’s why I’m higher than a star trek enterprise

I do it big don’t get mad cuz you minimized

I keep a red flag case I get penalized..uh

Its young money like you didn’t know

Stop playing I hit Drizzy with the give and go

It was all a dream, now we the dream team

Who trying to see us, you seeing things

Hustle like I still pay rent man

Got a chest full of heart no tin man

Uhh..Kha Kha Khaled I’m fed up,

flow wake the dead up

Weezy

[Usher]

yeah how bout I been in this been breakin records since ‘9-4

so I aint gotta brag about records that I’ve broke

records that I hold

and records that I’ve sold

and I’m fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeahhhhh)

don’t bite the hand of your provider

cause man if I aint influenced you you a liar

I’m on fire you just a biter you need to wake up and realize

[Chorus]

Victory lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Nas & John Legend)

[DJ Khaled]

They doubted me all my life

Now it’s victory

(DJ KHALED!)

[John Legend]

Whatever it is, I’ll pay the cost

I’m willing to risk it, I’ll take the loss

I’ll put it all on the line

In a hustler’s state of mind

I’m gonna make history

Just so we can claim victory (Victory)

Oh, victory (Victory)

(Nasir!)

[Nas]

Speedboats, three tokes and pass it

Grass lit, hittin’ slopes in Aspen

No coat, just an oath to stay thorough ’til we back to ashes

Driven in fly sedans to the MGM Grand

Picture lots of sand, two blondes, implants

Remy in hand, we tryna tan, deal my cards with an honest hand

A modest man, aware of any counter-scam

Palm trees, magnum Don Ps, LV monograms

Hottest girls flew from Rio

Mojitos, mucho frio, my libido

Sex so strong, without the E, though

Hollow threats, we don’t see those

Higher death toll whenever we roll

That process is pivotal

My pitiful poverty-struck criminals will get a Jew

Then we lounge in a Spanish-style house

‘Til it all blows over, Dolce Gabbana out

Contemplatin’, there is no bond with Satan

Say a little prayer for me like Aretha Franklin

For my hustlers, here’s some motivation

He who has begun is half done, why you waitin’?

I’m too impatient to pray, too much patience for stress

It’s too much paper to rest, fuck around, you face death

I know some niggas from Astoria

That’ll cut your daughter up

Like I used to cut a quarter up

Makin’ all the bucks, banana clips I bought in Georgia bucks

Kill all you fucks, easy

I be on the golf cart, sleepy

Y’all beneath me

Y’all be at the pawn shop, pawnin’ watches

Obnoxious, can’t stop us, we shottas

Say you killin’ Pablo? Impossible

Nonsense, preposterous, bizarre at best

Unfulfilled promises

I feel intelligence is my wealth

However, how enormous is Nas’ pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers

See me at the Oscars, lookin’ dreamy, hood opulent

Means esoteric, how I wore it

Exoticness makes you curious to see how serious my closet is

Shareholders wanna invest in that Nas stock, it’s just

We be on that real shit, luxury four-wheel shit

Niggas actin’ thirst on some just-got-a-deal shit

Ha, for that victory we will kill shit

Get out the way, playboy, this is real shit

(Khaled!)

Whatever it is, I’ll pay the cost

I’m willing to risk it, I’ll take the loss

I’ll put it all on the line

In a hustler’s state of mind

I’m gonna make history

Just so we can claim victory (Victory)

Oh, victory (Victory)

Just so we can claim victory

Oh, victory

Victory

Just so we can claim victory

Ball lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Jim Jones & Schife)

DJ KHALED!

[Chorus]

It started with some packs (Go!)

Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!)

Wake up with my dogs (Go!)

Took over the block (Lets Go!)

And then we

Ball! [x7]

(Thats all we know how to do... Who invented this thing!)

Now we run the city (M.I yayo what it do!)

Motherfuck the law (Victory)

Push the latest cars (What the numbers lookin' like Khaled!)

Cos we move alot of raw

And so we

Ball! [x7]

(Ay just have me a drop top on deck when I land.... I be back when its warm!)

[Verse 1]

I started from an ounce (28)

Stretched that to 42 (ehh)

Flipped that to shawty blue

took it to the sporty coup (Go!)

Now,I can get it for a 23

so short give me 42, and what the fuck ya gonna do (what else)

BALL!

I'm all for it like Brandon Roy

Long story short, lets fast forward to the brand new toys (swish!)

My jewellery loud, motherfuckers can't stand the noise (turn it down)

My chain swing like the hands on Floyd dammit boy! (watch it! watch it!)

Motherfuckers wanna shoot my brains out (word!)

Tell these niggas catch me I'm in the coop with my braids out! (nigga!)

They said the summer with the roof is kinda played out (so what?)

So I told the dealer keep the ceilin' on my way out

BALL!

[Chorus]

It started with some packs

Then a couple cars

Wake up with my dogs

Took over the block

And then we

Ball! [x7]

(Show me the money... Whats up now!)

Now we run the city

Motherfuck the law

Push the latest cars

Cos we move alot of raw

And so we

Ball! [x7]

(it's not so funny now.. I can't hear you niggas now!)

[Verse 2]

I'm gainin on em, guess who's gettin famous on em (JONES!)

private plane'n on em, buy cars no payments on em (No test drive!)

I ball with guns, I'm Arenas on em (Bang Bang!)

its all for fun, we flood the necklace with saints up on em (pray for us!)

tell big them 700's we still waitin on em (be patient)

the weatherman we make it snow, we cocainin' on em! (1we takin ...)

we make them bitches melt when they see me out (chilly!)

with them fly cars you faggot niggas dream about (get ya money up!)

I'm spillin champagne on my dress clothes (so what!)

I'mma need a scarf before my chain give me chest colds (CHILLY!)

I got these bitches duckin dick like ... (HAHA!)

when they see me pull to the spot, we're like ...

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

We fly to hot spots when New York is chilly

So I be driving drop tops when New York is chilly (I'm cold hearted)

Silly!, You know u eatin when u can cough a millies [coughs]

Willy, the cars at least cost a quarter millie (buy that)

You know my lifetsyle, back and forth flights out

Spendin money nights out, till the lord say its lights out (pour out some liquor)

My .... is callin' .... (uh oh!)

and even with the lights all off,

you can still see the jewellery

[Chorus]

Rockin All My Chains On lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman, Bun B, Schife, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)

[Chorus:]

Work in the kitchen

? money on my phone

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

It's time to hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

[Verse 1:]

Right

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

With this bud be it khaled

You know that it's a winner

You know I got the yams like a thanksgiving dinner

I'm trappin on ham like a thanksgiving dinner

And bringin a drummer like I'm mr. thansgiving nigga

The game it's switched up

In white winter black

So gimme ? hook me up the fact though

Mo money mo ice

I ain't buying no price swear I'm on that one time

They lookin' so nice

These old ladies saying he look like a low life

I'm in the foreign with a foreign makin your wife

Got me a piece of a pie

Now where's your slice.

[Chorus:]

Work in the kitchen

? money on my phone

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

It's time to hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

[Verse 2:]

Shawty in lights

Roll another dice

Big money bitch

Cash money life

Flip another chicken

Bought another chicken

Cook another chicken

Fucked her in the kitchen

Pack another meal

Hot up in the feel

Always strapped

Me and khaled in the hill

Diamond close to ice

Fly poppin flights

Uptown solider spit the meal on the watch

And as I proceed to make some more G's

Represent my city

Shoe for bee

Uptown G's

YMC B's

[Chorus:]

Work in the kitchen

? money on my phone

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

It's time to hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

[Verse 3:]

Soulja Boy Tell em

10 diamond chains on my neck

I called DJ Khaled because I know we the best

? can't never cup another check

And I'm down in Miami

Ridin in the phantom

Somewhere by south beach

Soulja boy tell em

Got a million dollar mouth piece

On my dog mutha fucker dead leash

Put your lighters in the sky

Soulja boy tell em

[Chorus:]

Work in the kitchen

? money on my phone

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

It's time to hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

All my chains on

Rockin' all my chains on

I might hit the club

Rockin' all my chains on

Gotem goin crazy like I just came home

Bringing Real Rap Back lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rum)

I'm tired of this bullshit

All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors

I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers

We tired of that bullshit

Getting over, make it worse for the next

Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah

(We tired of that bullshit)

I-I-I'm bringing real rap back

I'm bringing real rap back

I-I-I'm bringing real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

I-I'm bringing real rap back

I'm bringing real rap back

I-I-I'm bringing real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

I'm officially affiliated, ho's love it and niggas hate it

We the best, we the greatest, book a show, signing papers

S-S-S-Signing like old times, don't even need a whip

Homes for the more valuable, my son tell me I'm the shit

Shawty ain't going down, they let dummy pick and choose

Pass to the oh and boo, she down for that switcheroo

Might-might-might-might catch a switch or two, still the same old red

Chill with them youngins, but got my game from the old heads

Trynna then yall niggas, killed you in college bro

Show's on Myspace, it ain't hard to find it bro

I'm bringing real rap back, for the Chevy's and Cadillac's

Blue red every color and the G's with neeks

I'm tired of this bullshit

All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors

I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers

We tired of that bullshit

Getting over, make it worse for the next

Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah

(We tired of that bullshit)

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

I'm bring real rap back

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

I-I'm bringing real rap back

I'm bringing real rap back

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

Look, I ain't hatin', I keep it real, I see what they don't see

Radio ain't the same, they play what they wanna play

All 'bout a budget now, fake is the new real

Lie about who you kill, and get you a record deal

Them folks take a chance with it, give ya advance with it

Promote you like hell man, let you make a lil' dance with it

You good for about a year, then you strugglin' to stay alive

The whole world forgot about ya, back to 9-to-5

Put it down all the time, put on my real jeans

Got 'em big, 45, can't wear no lil' skinny jeans

No women tendencies, plus I can really spit

These niggas is really bitches, go 'head, tuck your dick

I'm tired of this bullshit

All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors

I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers

We tired of that bullshit

Getting over, make it worse for the next

Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah

(We tired of that bullshit)

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

I'm bring real rap back

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

I-I'm bringing real rap back

I'm bringing real rap back

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

I'm offended by all means, everybody rap now

I can't even blame 'em though, the drug game locked down

Determined to be the next, care less 'bout a record sale

Will dummies succeed or fail? Shit, only time'll tell

Glad to be out the sale, glad to be out the hood

Glad I ain't got a lot, I do what you others should

Boy, you're a fucking jerk, loosen up on your shirt

Nigga scramming out this bitch, and you feeling 'bout all this work?

I know nigga's mad at me, expose these clowns though

Niggas just claim shit, don't even know what it stand fo'

You pussies ain't trained to go, keep bragging 'bout hood dough

Your nuts don't hang low, boy he's a man-ho

I'm tired of this bullshit

All these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors

I'm offended by these ring-tone rappers

We tired of that bullshit

Getting over, make it worse for the next

Then try to brainwash my people with that, yeah

(We tired of that bullshit)

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

I'm bring real rap back

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

I-I'm bringing real rap back

I'm bringing real rap back

I-I-I'm bring real rap back

For the Chevy's and Cadillac's

Bring The Money Out lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Nelly, Lil Boosie, Ace Hood & Schife)

[Schife:]

You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne

Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains

Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

[Nelly:]

Lamborghini, check

Blue Farrari, check

Mozzerati Mustang, jumpin out that vet

Fresher than it gets

Louie VVS

Rolli game sick, bluer than the mets

Pull up to the jets

Take off in the next

Feeling like the goldin child, y'all ain't even up next

Shorty she the best, she sexy as it gets

Nothing like the rest, she shake it like Turrettes

Hey hey, my shorty go down

Hey hey, now throw your money out

Catch me at a light strip, if you wanna dip

We don't waist money round here, everything's a slip

[Schife:]

You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne

Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains

Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

[Boosie Badazz:]

Drop drop drop, bring the money out

400 cheese cake, up in my Luie bag

I'm not self righchis, 30 karots round my neck

I don't make it rain, I make it thunderstorm

New whip, back seat with the goons

When I'm in the club, I light up the whole room

Got that Rosay in my hand, down south I'm the man

All these hoes love me, like pussy in a can

Got that house on the hill, dolla dolla bills

You call a stack a G, but I call a stack a mill

For real, I'm on a level with kingpins and mobs

Don't get them choppers, if you ain't coming with them dollars

[Schife:]

You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne

Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains

Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

[Ace Hood:]

Excuse me motherfucker, my swag got that bird flow

Hurricane Ace here, you should find shelter

Mr. cash addict, you should go and see a counseler

Dump you with no cash, in the river where they found ya

Flowin like a fountin, money getting countless

Mr. don't test, my flow sick

I come down for the people, make a mess

I'm the shit peariead, cold text

And fuck a hater and his thoughts, safe sex

Just bring my money, we don't do cheques

Diamonds on my chest, brighter than a dike vest

This the hood stretched money, bowflex

[Schife:]

You can catch us in the latest whips, poppin Champagne

Then we hit the strip club, and start a campaine

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out

Killing these niggas, bout 3 or 4 chains

Just running the place, bout 3 or 4 thangs

Bring the money out, bring the money out

Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out