They Don't Love You No More lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Jay Z, Rick Ross, Meek Mill & French Montana)

[Intro: Jay Z]

People look at you strange saying you changed

Like you worked that hard to stay the same

Like you doing all this for a reason

And what happens most of the time people change

People change around you because

They starting treating you different because of your success

[Intro: French Montana]

Ever since a nigga hit the top

Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box

They don't love you no more

They don't love you no more

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Shit ain't been the same since I came through in that hot shit

They gon' talk about you 'til you ain't got shit

Still gon' talk about you when you got shit

All eyes on Meek, I'm on my Pac shit

Y'all rap niggas on some pop shit

I've been ducking paparazzi with a pop bitch

Glock 30. in the cockpit

Sipping dirty, come and sail with the pilot

Nigga, you ain't seen it, I've been fucking up the winters

I'm with double M, the genius, we the motherfucking meanest

And the cleanest in a long time

You pussy niggas hating on me picked the wrong time

Long line for a limp mink draggin', new bandwagon

Blood dripping on me looking like a nigga stabbed him

I be on the money, baking soda in the cabinet

Pyrex, trying to whip a Rollie, making magic

Laughing at you fuck niggas getting madder

If I feel threatened, I'mma go and get a ladder

And climb up your chest, nigga, motherfuck your vest, nigga

Motherfuck your couch, I'm with Khaled, the best, nigga

[Hook: French Montana]

Ever since a nigga hit the top

Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box

They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)

They don't love you no more, yeah

Troops gotta cock, coupe's gotta drop

Shit starting to change so you starting to change

They don't love you no more

They don't love you no more

Should be your favorite, now you're just hatin'

Shit starting to change, you want me to change, nah

They don't love you no more (they don't love you no more)

They don't love you no more, nah

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Bullet in the head, they wanna see my shirt red

Live by the code, it's the only way to play it

Benz or the Rolls, Mulsanne overrated

Half these niggas told, cut a deal, they'd take it

Promise to never fold and the bonds still sacred

Had to shake a couple niggas, everybody won't make it

God is the greatest as I'm praying in the latest

X600 as I swerve, little Haiti

Ou pa kap bat m'wen, sak pase!

I'm busting out the sunroof, nigga, andalé!

My money always coming, no, I'm never on pause

I'll bring you straight to your door if you a motherfucking boss

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay Z]

Hold up, you ain't got love for me, my nigga?

Ever meet another nigga like me, my nigga?

Are you sure? A nigga flip this shit like y'all bored

A nigga did this shit, this hardcore

If you say it, guess it's true though, kudos, I mean, but who knows?

Salute to all the real niggas out there finding the loopholes

Fuck all these fuck niggas, hate when niggas come up, ah!

Hopped out the plane, hit the helicopter

Tell these crabs in the barrel we eating hella lobster

Got hella options, like a college team

Hit these bootleg niggas with the heisman

Fuck a NCAA nigga, let a young nigga get paid, nigga

Niggas talking down on the crown

Watch them niggas you 'round got you wrong

Haters wanna ball, let me tighten up my draw string

Wrong sport, boy, you know you're as soft as a Lacrosse team

RAAAAHHH!!

[Hook]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

You don't love me no more?!

All the shit I done for you, you don't love me no more?!

My League lyrics - DJ Khaled

Zoom high a the cloud him a float pon

First class to the world me no coach man

None in a my league

Watch out now

Them not in a my league

None in a my league

Them a hype with a little bit a money and weed

None reach no way

And I [?] them a lead

None in a my league

None in a my league

Them too slow them a invalid

Man full a step like a centipede

None in a my league

First thing give Jah thanks for the most things

Security higher me guard

Look 'pon me house and me yard

And me one dozen pit bull dog

This industry must be me girl

Cause me fucking this industry hard

No a chat and them a hype and sus

Them nah live better than dog

Me bank account gone psycho

Five hundred milli 'pon the house title

You not see your slow life is a cycle

You not see me fast ten times nitro

Me a do it like Nike

Tell them drop asleep like night

Lord Jesus Christ

Nah sell out the gully for no peas and rice

None in a my league

None in a my league

Them a hype with a little bit a money and weed

None reach no way

And I [?] them a lead

None in a my league

None in a my league

Them too slow them a invalid

Man full a step like a centipede

None in a my league

A fi mi school

A the time for devotion

Them soft like lotion

Them a make scraps we a make potion

Yes I'mma turn river in to a ocean

Zoom high a the cloud him a float pon

First class to the world me no coach man

From Town to Mobay have the most don

Buss out the kyle is a real money motion

None in a my league

None, none in a my league

Them a hype up a little bit a money and weed

None reach no way

And I [?] them a lead

None in a my league

None in a my league

Them too slow them a invalid

Man full a step like a centipede

None in a my league

Zoom high a the cloud him a float pon

First class to the world me no coach man

None in my league, watch out now

None in a my league

Them not in a my league

None in a my league

Them a hype with a little bit a money and weed

None reach no way

And I [?] them a lead

None in a my league

None in a my league

Them too slow them a invalid

Man full a step like a centipede

None in a my league

None, none in a my league

Them a hype with a little bit a money and weed

None reach no way

And I [?] them a lead

None in a my league

None in a my league

Them too slow them a invalid

Man full a step like a centipede

None in a my league

Hold You Down lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, August Alsina, Future & Jeremih)

[Chris Brown:]

I'll hold you down

I'm on my way (DJ Khaled!)

[Jeremih (August Alsina):]

All you've been thinking about

Do anything you want and let emotion rule your mind (rule your mind)

(we the best music)

And now you say you dream about doing it anywhere

Oh yeah, just tell me where it's on your mind (on your mind)

(another one)

Sit in my whip and see the stars (and see the stars)

Show me just who you are (show me just who you are)

You know who really hold you down (hold you down)

And when you not around (and when you not around)

[August Alsina (Jeremih):]

I'll hold you down

(I'm the one gon' hold you down, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one be rolling up in that Bentley truck)

(Some rollin' up)

Want you like right now

(You the one got all I need, give me all of you or all of me babe)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one that's gon' hold you down, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

[Chris Brown:]

I had some problems back home (so I heated up)

I ain't with that bullshit at all (then I laid it down)

Maybe it's that Virginia in me (nigga say something)

Have a young nigga go so hard

Oh but through it all you stuck with me

Through it all you never ducked off like a coward when he hit me

Get me? Girl I swear to God you the real one and you know it

And I don't hurt anyone of ya'll for the real one and you know it

And I hold it down

Started from the bed, ended up on the floor

And I lift that ass up off the ground

I'mma put you on my shoulders, let me give you what's in store

Girl, you deserve it, all the time you been servin'

Away from the realest nigga in it, I'mma take you away

And I'll hold you down, (I'mma hold you down)

I'mma hold you down baby

[August Alsina (Jeremih):]

I'll hold you down

(I'm the one gon' hold you down, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one be rolling up in that Bentley truck)

(Some rollin' up)

Want you like right now

(You the one got all I need, give me all of you or all of me babe)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one that's gon' hold you down, bitch, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

[Future:]

I'm the one gon' hold you down

Put you in that Ghost so you enjoy the town

Even when the roads is down, you mesmerized by the flying sky

We gotta socialize and cherish times

This shit is deeper than love

I pull up in that Lamborghini, the doors in the sky

Shit is straight up suicide

You in that new Bentley truck, new, new Bentley truck

We've been playing in that Versace

I swear

We go to Abu Dhabi for a hobby

Your body my new Bugatti

[August Alsina (Jeremih):]

I'll hold you down

(I'm the one gon' hold you down, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one be rolling up in that Bentley truck)

(Some rollin' up)

Want you like right now

(You the one got all I need, give me all of you or all of me babe)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one that's gon' hold you down, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

[August Alsina (DJ Khaled):]

Live an expensive life and I'm just getting started

I get instant hype 'cause you forever my lady

Forever my baby (real life)

Hold you down, hold you down

Girl you helped me up when I was down

In and out, girl

Hold you down like I'm supposed to

Real nigga, I know you,

real nigga, I know you (another one)

[August Alsina (Jeremih):]

I'll hold you down

(I'm the one gon' hold you down, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one be rolling up in that Bentley truck)

(Some rollin' up)

Want you like right now

(You the one got all I need, give me all of you or all of me babe)

I'm on my way

(I'm the one that's gon' hold you down, I'm the one gon' hold you down)

Most High lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. John Legend)

[DJ Khaled:]

We all got to go through storms

We all got to go through mud

Remember the sunshine on the other side

[Verse 1 - John Legend:]

First I got to give thanks to the most high

I've been through it all good and bad seen both side

Now we in the sky seem so high

And the view is so amazing that ain't no lie

[Hook - John Legend:]

You know what they say more money more problems

I guess they mad at us just cause we came from the bottom

I feel the rain the storm's coming in

But after the rain we'll be shining again (don't give up)

[Verse 2 - John Legend:]

Don't worry it won't rain forever

I've been through the craziest weather

The world is cold there ain't no one to call on

I thought you would be there for me I was all wrong

[Hook - John Legend:]

You know what they say more money more problems

I guess they mad at us just because we came from the bottom

I feel the rain the storm's coming in

But after the rain we'll be shining again

[DJ Khaled:]

Thak you for all of my blessings

All praise to the most high

The most high

Hold You Down (Remix) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ace Hood, Fabolous, Rick Ross & Usher)

[Intro - Usher (DJ Khaled):] I'll hold you remix (this the remix) I'll hold you remix You are, you are Be sure you got a rider beside you to hold you down [Verse 1 - Usher:] I'll hold you down, I'm on my way My mama told me (you are) make sure you got a rider beside you Even if you ain't have all the money, fame and the power So I found her, fly shit, I jump up out her I pick her low valley, she rock with me, it don't matter [Hook - Usher:] There goes my baby Together we're better, you're a breath of fresh air Hold this ready and I'm round You hold me down, I'mma hold you down Now [Verse 2 - Rick Ross:] I'mma get money, nigga, smell it on my gear Black bottle, boy, baller hood billionaire Boots in the mud, now it's marble floors Staircases to the roof look like it's heaven's door Said a prayer for my woes who be dead and gone How could I let you down if you never hit the phone? Then they gave him all his money, make you go insane We fucked the game, she said she knew that I would never change Trap star, two bricks in the match box Gold D's, fat boy, peanut butter top I wanna spend a night with Jessica White But is a dopeboy really Jessica type? [Hook] [Bridge - Usher:] I'll hold you remix (I'll hold you, I'll hold you) I'll hold you remix now I'm on my way to hold you down [Verse 3 - Fabolous:] (We the best Yeah, we the best at holding it down) She said he don't hold her down right Some day she'll be done with him I say there's 7 days in the week, some day ain't one of them You gotta know your work, baby, don't give 'em no discount All of mine are dime, you see a nine, it was a miscount And I'm the one to tell a bitch to bounce I'm the one who getting this amount I'm the one with this foreign shit Name still getting mispronounced Hold up, who you held down? When you ever put bail down? I'mma keep picking money up like the motherfucker fell down It's an us versus y'all thing, we a small gang Just the two of us, baby, but we all bang Bang, bang, bang like what set you claim And when they asked me that, baby, you know I said your name [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 4 - Ace Hood:] Keys to the whip, key to the mansion I fuck you while counting money, I'm just that romantic See we be Bonnie and Clyde and I keep that heat like Adonis And if it ever go down I know you won't snitch to your honor That's why you draped in designer, Chanel and all kind of shit She with the realest and all 'em lames are too counterfeit It's been a long time and she's still holding me down (This the remix) Nevermind the hoes I've been fucking with that's out of town (let's ride) I done been through hell, had ups and downs But in the long run still here I apologize for when I be talking that freak shit in the air She still moaning, I know you want it, I go to switching that gear On everything, she never changed for real That's why [Hook]

Suffering From Success (2013)

• Obama (Winning More Interlude)
• Suffering From Success
• I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie
• You Don't Want These Problems
• Blackball
• No Motive
• I'm Still
• I Wanna Be With You
• No New Friends
• Give It All To Me
• Hell's Kitchen
• Never Surrender
• Murcielago (Doors Go Up)
• Black Ghost
• Take That Off (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Weed & Hennessy (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Helen Keller (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• At The Top (It's Just Us) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track) 

Obama (Winning More Interlude) lyrics - DJ Khaled

[presidential music plays for 8 seconds while crowd applauds]

[sample from "All I Do Is Win" by DJ Khaled (Barack Obama)]

"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" (thank you!)

"Everybody hands go UP..." (Thank you, everybody!)

"And they stay th-" (How do you like my new entrance music?) [crowd laughing and applauding]

(Rush Limbaugh warned you about this: second term, baby!) [crowd laughs and applauds more]

(We're changing things around here a little bit...) [echoes]

Suffering From Success lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future & Ace Hood)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]

The price of fame, shit real

Fuck fame, (man fuck this shit)

Fuck the game

DJ Khaled

[Hook: Future]

Got too many racks on me, I can't even go to sleep

Just to get them out VIP, I'mma need to see I.D. (I don't trust you)

I'm sufferin'

I'm sufferin' from success

I'm sufferin'

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]

Ace Hood

Fuck this money nigga, fuck this chain

Fuck my watch, you can have that ring

Keep my whips, you can have that fame

So stressed out, I'm going insane

Young nigga can't even sleep at night

All this money I done seen in life

More cash bring more haters

Fuck around and went and bought a chopper twice

Cause I'm paranoid, and I bury boy

If he playin' with mine, then it's oh lord

Please don't make a nigga do that

Please don't make a nigga do that

You don't know what the fuck I been through

Plus my lawyer texting me too, boy my baby momma be trippin'

Talking bout child support, I can't do it

I don't trust nobody but God, all these foreign's parked in my yard

Swear last night I swimmed in that money, then woke up in a million dollar car

Boy I'm too stressed, so blessed

Please somebody pray for me, I'm suffering from success

Lord, have mercy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]

My momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed

Frustrated

Nigga fuck that car

Fuck these ho's

Fuck these millions

Fuck your feelings

I'm sufferin, I'm sufferin

Fuck this house, fuck this condo

Fuck these models, fuck these bottles

I'm sufferin', I'm sufferin'

[Hook]

I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Diddy, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, T.I. & Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]

I've been waiting for a long time (how long)

Real damn long time (how long)

I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)

Man..

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie

I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me

I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind

You know I go hard when it comes to mine

I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me

Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely

Down south nigga, talking jam pony

Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie

Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me

But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets

Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing

Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen

I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga

Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us

305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest

Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

All of you starve and I eat fast

Moussain when I creep past

Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain

We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags

You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street cash

Say old money, new work

Smell the caine on my new shirt

My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt

And my momma said do school work

I was making that tool work

And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head

Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger

So I'm riding round with this Mac on me

And a bunch of shooters in back of us

Roll up and you a dead man

Head shot when we clapped ya

We sellin niggas to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]

Feel like it's me against the world

Bury me a g

My middle finger to the world

I'm gon' forever be a g

Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie

When we get busy no alarms just semis

We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers

We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call

Give a damn if you me [?] West P

When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps

They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley

One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali

Hit the time nigga I got a story to tell

My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die

And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as shit

Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch

It's an every day struggle nigga me and my bitch

It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get

Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast

Give me the loot sorry nigga one more chance

You know this shit don't stop

Keep these sucker under pressure

Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya

[Bridge: T.I.]

Ya nigga can't see me

A paid thug nigga

That's why shawty wanna be me

See a kid around around in your town kick in your door

I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know

[Hook]

[Outro: Diddy]

Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness

If you ain't ready to be great, man?

Ain't no more to it

You Don't Want These Problems lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. 2 Chainz, Ace Hood, Meek Mill, French Montana, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Timbaland)

[Pre-Hook: DJ Khaled]

You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise

You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high

[Hook: Big Sean]

Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it

These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it

Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay

PSA for any nigga standin' in the way

You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems

You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems

[Bridge: Big Sean]

Oh God! I tell 'em you don't want these problems

You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Out in Vegas like Lamar, third floor Tropicana

Fascinated with the cars, smokin' dope in the Phantom

Teflon's on the rise, I despise propaganda

Camouflage Mac-11, I should set an example

Never baptized, as I walk through the fires

The pain and the flame never match my desires

Crucified cause I'm rich, in the coupe, take a pic

On the phone at the light, Kelly Rowland's a friend

Catfish in the Benz, Manti Teo's a sucker

Plaques on the wall, hustler so I can say "fuck 'em"

Bel Air for the hoes, Ciroc in the pool

My bitch is a stripper, her name is April's A Fool

[Hook: Big Sean (DJ Khaled)]

[Verse 2: French Montana]

I said "haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" That's what the title say

Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way

She threw the pussy and I caught it, presidential by 40

That drop hit from Europe, that coupe got deported

I turn coke boy to that corporate money, big choppa, I'm walkin' funny

Money talk but you ain't talkin' money, you ain't even got no corporate money

Haaaaaaan! Whip game proper, I'mma make it work

Versace, nigga know who did it first

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

We the best, Khaled tried to told yah

TRUUUU! You just second best, Kelly Rowland (I'm just playin' babe)

Renegade like Em and Jay

VIP section, started out from section 8

Arm and Hammer, I be armed with the hammer

If it was a slumber party, I'd be fresh in pajamas

Silence the shawty, I'm killin' them softly

They slept on me, I stopped sellin' work and started sellin' them coffee, TRUUU!

[Pre-Hook: DJ Khaled]

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]

Jumpin' out that thing ho, I swear that's word to my momma

I took risks with that 'caine, ho and I sold work for my momma

These niggas don't want no drama, these niggas don't want no problems

These niggas don't want no beef, have 'em walkin' out with that choppa

These norm niggas don't play that, they murk somethin', I'll tell you that

200 change for this Mulsanne and the wheel's a fortune, Pat Sajak

We catch cases, don't say jack, don't talk work cause they tape that

Don't sell the work where we lay at, and don't spend the bread you can't make back, no

[Verse 5: Ace Hood]

Rest in peace, [?] murderin', bodyin' beats

Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast and I'm laughin' at people who try to compete

Name any rapper that's fuckin' with me, I'm who these niggas pretendin' to be

Claimin' you wantin' these problems, tell momma get flowers and plannin' your funeral speech

My sanctuary's that cemetery, my choppa, named it "Obituary"

Act up, Tyler Perry, boy you sweeter than February

Real nigga, I define that, you don't even need no dictionary

You ain't even 'bout that life, so these shooters with me ain't necessary

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Bridge: Timbaland x4]

You don't want these problems

You don't want these problems

You don't want these problems

You ain't know

[Outro: Big Sean]

You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems

You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems

Oh God! I tell 'em you don't want these problems

You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems

Blackball lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Ace Hood & Plies)

[Intro: Future]

All these chains that I'm wearing is not ordinary

My watches and my rank is not ordinary

Shawty what's the boooo...

[DJ Khaled]

Fuckboys hate to see me winning

Kept shit 100 from the beginning

They wanna see me lose everything I got

Y'all keep hating, I'm right here on time

[Hook: Future]

They tryna blackball me, they say I get too much money

They want my name from me because they know what it do

They say I'm A-Rod

Nigga, cause I got the juice

They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe

Soon as I ordered it, they put it right on the boat

These bitches hungry, they tryna take me to court

They tryna blackball me, I said I went to the pros

They tryna blackball me, I keep a gang of them hoes

[Verse 1: Plies]

I'm tryna fuck these fat ass hoes by the end of this month

Ain't drivin my Rolls Royce no mo, I see the fuck nigga once

I heard some niggas downtown tried to jail me up

I heard they tell the feds every day to pick me up

But I'm like damn my nigga

What I did to you?

And I'm like yea my nigga

What you want me to do?

Want me to burn yo pussy ass out and knock you off?

Want me to go on yo baby mama house and kick in her door?

Guess what? Some 36 a nigga, they'll be here tomorrow

Don't know what the fuck they doin

I'm gonna go buy some tomorrow

My homie pulled me to the side and told me tell me the truth

She say she heard em fuckin up sister I say she'll fuck me and you

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Say where you getting money? That shit bring plenty haters

Just cop that Phantom coupe, I list a Grammy later

White crib a couple acres, she fin that Gucci nigga,

They tryin to count me out, but bitch I'm back like Schwarzenegger

They tryina blackball me, don't wanna see me win

And after fuckin hittin it like that he go again

They say I'm underrated, I'm just misunderstood,

They can't compare to me, I wish, I wish you would,

I'm screaming fuck the world and everything in it

My homie beat his case case, cause they can't find a witness,

You wanna test my G, man fuck this industry

I strap shit 4 door your matches, for all those who sleeping on me,

[Hook]

[Bridge: Future]

All these chains that I'm wearing is not ordinary

My watches and my rank is not ordinary

Shawty what's the boooo...

DJ Khaled!

They tryna blackball me

Fuck boys hate to see me winning

They tryna blackball me

Kept shit 100 from the beginning

They tryna blackball me

Wanna see me lose everything I got

They tryna blackball me

Ya'll keep hating, I'm right here on top

[Hook]

No Motive lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

2,2,3,4,3,2,3,4,4,2,3,4

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter, my house is four stories,

I tell'em I don't write em', and my living room is white, my lies are much whiter,

my darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor, I say "187", make your bitch run my errands,

I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's, I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement,

I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing and if I go back to jail,

Persian rugs in my cell, got the world in my hands it got all under my nails

In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see

I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach?

Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth

I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street

The World's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky

Tune, what is that smell? That's the shit on my mind...eh

[Hook: DJ Khaled & Lil Wayne]

Fuck all you bitches [x4]

Fuck all you hoes [x2]

1 million, 2 millions, 3, 4

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics

I'm throwing up gang signs you can see I'm in my vomit

And I'm cool right na' but please dont change the climate

Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas

I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me

Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B

Unapologetic I'm sorry for not being sorry

You niggas old news prehistoric

I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad bitches for my home boys

The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard

Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos

I'm rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul

Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man

My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann

— take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll em

I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: DJ Khaled]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

We ain't got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing and my bitch got cotton mouth,

you know them snakes cannot be trusted, and I bet y'all niggas don't say shit,

because I'm feeling lucky and I still pray everynight that Aliens abduct me, Tunechi

I'm Still lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Ace Hood, Wiz Khalifa & Wale)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Money long, the night is young (another one)

The world is ours - DJ Khaled

[Hook: Chris Brown]

I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now

But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that

That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo)

Still gon' do my thing

I'm still yeah yeah

Still gon' go and get mine

Still gon' keep on winnin

Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time

(I'm still) I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots

(I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top

I'm still

(Pussy ass niggas stop hating)

[Verse 1: Wale]

Ralph, Uh

Niggas be women like hoes be women

Look at me close, there is no sympathy

Those with envy be throwing subliminal quotes

I'd rather them warring with me

If only I hate them (word), like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo

She love me for another cuelo (word)

These dudes is snakes these women is vultures

Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me

Who gon' light somebody's body up when I be like "Yup", they squeeze

Comfortably (ohh), and that new custom piece

My Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's

I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundra speech

And the Lambo feel what a real nigga doin 110 skrr in it, yeah

And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh

Let it marinate, uh, what, let me correlate, uh, let them niggas hate

But never ever let a women tell a nigga "Wait"' uh, swag

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Most of these niggas ain't raw most of these ain't poppin' (ain't poppin')

Most of these niggas ain't balling most of these niggas they starving

Talking cars and, what the fuck

They don't even got em

So high don't see no problems

Bitch I'm on them trees like Tarzan

Aw man (aw man), I want all my cheese like Robin

Shrimp or calamari I'm a young nigga with options

Mm, and you close but you ain't close enough

In the VIP call me the poster child from posting up

Top floor suite we going up; D.A.F. I'm dope as fuck

Woo, hundred bottles comin' that mean a hundred bottles gettin' opened up

Rolex face all frozen expect ya'll to hate you ain't supposed to love it

She backing up, like a Tonka truck [echoes]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: DJ Khaled]

Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up

Wake up, feeling blessed, pockets full, no stress

At the shop, we the best

Cutting checks, eating good

Loving life, projects all night

(I'm still) I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight

[Verse 4: Ace Hood]

Ok now it's no more Mr. nice guy

If you niggas couldn't see me in the day time

Girl you got a better chance getting a day job

Your career wouldn't blow away the napalm (boom)

Silly motherfucka, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer

I'm the type to make a whole lot of money

Buy a whole new crib cus I'm bored as a mother

And it's still fuck hater

Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers

Still we the best, and it's still hood nation

And I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers

[Hook]

I Wanna Be With You lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj)

[Future:]

It ain't never me to ball on you

(hustlers)

It ain't never me to spoil you

(another one)

If I adore you

(we the best music)

I'm 'a give you that theory

(DJ Khaled)

I wanna be with you [8x]

[Nicki Minaj:]

I wanna be where the commas will be

But I need a 'hood nigga with the llama degree

Get the limited edition Audemars, it could be

In a pivotal position, gotta pardon the fee

'Cause he bought a couple bags and he sent a couple whips

And he took a couple trips, and there's dinner in the mix

And he's never with no other chick, fronting like he's slick

'Cause it's levels to this shit and she could never be Nick

Niggas be fallin' in love with this pussy

Mean stew chicken and bake him a couple of cookies

Dick-on veteran ain't fucking with rookies

Saw the High School video, now he wanna play hooky

Baddest bitch, I'm the catalyst

Ain't never been done, bitch I added this

Nah I ain't gotta shoot, I got mad assists

'Bout to put a couple pieces on the mannequin

Got a big billboard out in Madison

At the Trump, and you bitches at the Radisson

Got the .22 on me, and it's thin

Shoot movies. Jennifer Aniston

[Nicki Minaj:]

You decide you be mine, you can come inside

You're the type that can make me prioritize

Hittin' my phone. It's alright

Hittin' my phone. It's alright

You reply, what's your sign? You're a Gemini.

You deny that you're shy, maybe we should slide?

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you, baby

[Future:]

Balling on you too easy

Splurging on you too easy

Buying purses too easy

Paying bills too easy

I wanna be with you [8x]

Balling on you too easy

Splurging on you too easy

Buying cars too easy

Popping bottles too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Everything you do is brand new

[Rick Ross:]

Make that bad bitch my shorty

Hit the club, throw forty

My hat big like—uh

My chain drip like water

Car paint like tar

I'm 'a sex her harder

Bitch, let go my hand

Gave you the keys as soon as I bought it

Vroom, vroom, ooh, yeah

Big bank, I'm too real

My money right in them boys you with be dead broke, two years

Checked it, look here,

You ain't even know, big deal

On site, act right,

I shop hard, pack light

That whore chick gets you no play,

All I talk is cocaine

White tee and these rope chains,

Blow the roof back – Kurt Cobain

Phantom cost like four dollar,

Floor seats, hoes holler

Underground with this pimp shit

So smoke one for Port Arthur

[Future:]

Ballin' on you too easy,

Splurgin' on you too easy

Buyin' purses too easy,

Payin' bills too easy

I wanna be with you (let's ride),

I wanna be with you (let's ride)

I wanna be with you (let's ride),

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you,

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you,

I wanna be with you

Ballin' on you too easy,

Splurgin' on you too easy

Buyin' cars too easy,

Poppin' bottles too easy

I wanna be with you,

I wanna be with you

Everything you do is brand new

[DJ Khaled:]

"Suffering From Success"

You're witnessing greatness

I'm the best that ever did it

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you [8x]

No New Friends lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Drake, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne)

...Another one

[Hook: Drake]

Stay down with my day one niggas, and we in the club screaming

No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no no new (DJ Khaled)

Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say

No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no no new

I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need

No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no no new

I stay down from day one so I say

Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas

Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas

One more time

Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas

Fuck all y'all niggas

Stay down from day one,

So I say

(Fuck a fake friends where your real friends at? Started!)

[Verse 1: Drake]

Ah, man this shit so ill that we had to restart it

H-town my second home like I'm James Harden

Money counter go burrr when you selling out the garden

Four car garage, pornstar ménage

Birdman go burrr cause he know this shit retarded

Fuck her on the floor 'fore we make it to the bed

Switch your ass really call started from the bottom, yes lord

OVO sound man I'm proud of my niggas,

Knew we would make it never doubted my niggas

All my bitches love me

If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer than a lot of you niggas

Aye, that's luxury dawg, day one niggas you're stuck with me dawg

Ever since YouTube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school

Fuck with me dawg, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Your bitch all in my photographs, hoe niggas got hate for me

Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me

Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame

All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing

Down in turks and caicos, dope boy that's my dress code

All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that's my flesh though

All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress though

Smoke good I love life, strip club like every night

Every night my same niggas day one straight menace

Rozay!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Ah, I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly

They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me

And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience

I thank God for my homies I wish we could trade places

Bitch we good fellas, boy all them niggas with you they just

Pole bearers and if we ball catch us

Remember sip slow, live fast Young Money stay young

I been Cash Money since day one

Tunechi

[Hook]

[Outro]

Fuck all ya niggas except my niggas [x3]

Fuck all ya niggas

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas [x3]

Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down with my niggas

Give It All To Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado & Nicki Minaj)

[Intro]

I want you give it all to me (Mavado)

I want you give it all to me (Long time me na' see no bad man like you, seen!)

Gal the way you a wind, gal you know say it groovy

(We The Best)

You a tell me you bad, now a time 'fi you prove it

[Verse 1: Mavado]

Party 'til the sun comes up

'Til the sun goes down

Turn up the sound

Bad girls all around

Oh so round like a English pound

Like a dog me a roam

Like a dog to a bone

No long talk like no phone

Like a Benz with chrome me haffi make her my own

[Hook: Mavado]

So girl, I want you give it all to me

Give it all to me

Gyal the way you a whine, gyal you know say it groovy

You groovy

Dem ah pree, dem ah stare, dem ah watch like movie

Movie

You a tell me you bad, now a time 'fi you prove it

So prove it

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Ayo Mavado, tell em lick a shot; hollow. [gun shot]

Tell 'em say we straight; arrow

Tell 'em the flow tight; narrow

Everyting me did a'start, them borrow.

Cruised up, link my dudes up

The coupe black & blue, yup, it's bruised up!

I'm like, "Who's up?" Girls is used up

These bitches is my sons, I tied my tubes up!

Tell 'em again, bad gyal, toast is oozed up

I hit up Instagram, post some nudes up.

Uhn - bon fire, rev it, pop a wheelie!

Caribbean girls run it, ask RiRi!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mavado]

Badness check, sexiness check

Walk pass man a broke them neck

Style check, intelligence check

Pandemonium when you step

Say just send me a text

Whatsapp message, me na' use BBM

Gal you hotter than them, gal you a problem

[Hook]

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]

I'll handle you

Let me dance for you

I might be thinking 'bout leaving my mans for you

I'll handle you

Let me dance for you

I might be thinking 'bout leaving my mans for you, (yeah)

[Outro: Mavado & Nicki Minaj]

Like a dog me a roam

Like a dog to a bone

No long talk like no phone

Like a Benz with chrome me haffi make her my own

[Nicki Minaj]

Make me your own baby

Make me your own baby

I'm here. I'm here. I'm here!

So girl, (Pretty Gang in a' the place) a want you give it all to me

Give it all to me

[Mavado]

Gal the way you a wind, gal you know say it groovy

You groovy

Hell's Kitchen lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. J. Cole & Bas)

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Yeah, back from the dead

Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head

Who's white or black, it's a rare package

Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers

My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress

No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you

Watching you, learning you

Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you

Should of thought and occured to you

My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly

With tops dropped on convertible, Porsches

Born Sinner, not burning no crosses

Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits

I gotta do somethin'

Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga

But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga

Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets

I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep

I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back

They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks

[Hook: J. Cole]

Forty thousand in my pocket you see it

Another twenty on the way you see it

I got a fish for a dollar you see it

Five hundred for the Js you see it

I get money out the ass you see it

I thought I'd never see the day you see it

They put a price on my head you see it

But they don't ever have to pay you see it

I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed

Cause heaven seems a million miles away

I dreamed of all the things that I would say

On that day

But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing

Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen

Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen

Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing

I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day

[Verse 2: Bas]

Yeah

Omission's usually, an admission to guilt

Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt

You get nothin', no love

Zip, zero, zilch

We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth

There's a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss

Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits

Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits

Bitch nigga when could never relate

Nah, cause man you niggas is birds

You learn that at bird school, or somethin'

You eaten that bird food, or somethin'

You sick with that bird flu, or somethin'

That's my word, cause every where I turn

When folks I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name

And asking me for pics, there's something bout this game

It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches

[Hook]

Never Surrender lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon, Anthony Hamilton, Jadakiss, John Legend, Meek Mill & Scarface)

[Intro - DJ Khaled:]

Keep your circle tight

Trust no one, nobody

[Verse 1 - Scarface:]

Gotta be careful who you trusting

Beware of your surroundings when you hustling

Them niggas smiling at you ain't your friends, dawg

All the real ones are dead or in the pen y'all

You fuck with dude, he your day one

Almost had it all then the day comes

When they walking through your house with the strap out

Pointing at your head, got the bread then you blacked out

Bright lights down the hallways

Left his best friend for dead for the small wage

They say that every doors got a day coming

It's like he seen a ghost but he ain't sayin' nothing

Eyes wide shut like he looking at me

Window pains to the soul say that nigga's happy

But the pictures ain't say them words and we dry stomach

The homie didn't keep it one hundred

The cops doing roundups, say they got a suspect

Finally got a name now, I'm still thinkin fuck that

For money, niggas murder what they close to

Entire families is these motherfuckas ghost you

Smoke you, was it worth what the life was?

Just prepared for the payback because it strikes, cause

Was it worth what that life was?

Prepare for the payback when it strikes, cause

[Bridge - John Legend:]

When you need it the most ain't no one ever around

Cold world, cold world

[Verse 2 - Jadakiss:]

The pain's unbearable, remains unwearable

He fuck around jump of a building if you dare him to

The greats they done already killed him, who you compare him to

You really figure out what he said will take a year or two

Family over everything, skills over politics

He don't need the accolades as long as you acknowledge it

Just playing the hand you was dealt, no aces

Betrayal was worse than death in most cases

The world is filled with hypocrites, this so racist

Multiple shots to the face, No chasers

Mad cause you blew up quick and you excited

Your man that you grew up with get you indicted

This was your nigga, yo

For him you let the trigger go

Found out at the trial they got audio and video

Shit don't always happen how you plan it

Get jammed up and really find out who your fam is

You could feel the picture, you don't need to see the canvas

That nigga Jay'll a Hawk you, he don't even play for Kansas

You know when it's someone you love the hurt's pure

When you front, tryna hold it in, it hurts more

He was right there back-to-back with me, my first war

Even had a crack spot together, the first floor

Used to buzz him in, then meet him right by the first door

That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour

Friendship was worth more than a couple of ounces

He was 'sposed to be with me, arguing with the bouncers

Instead you ended up somewhere far in the mountains

Talking 'about what we was doing, what we was counting

None but, old pictures of old sixes

Old BM's with the kids, old snitches

Two sides, both wishes

Karma is the sister of life, they both bitches

[Bridge - Anthony Hamilton:]

See there's a story in my life

There's a story in my pain

There's a story in my tears (Oh, oh)

There's a story in me

[Verse 3 - Meek Mill:]

Yeah, for life

Lord forgive me for my sins, I was chasin' ends

And I'm into makin' money, I ain't in to making friends

Cause these niggas rattin', I ain't finna take a chance

Homie said he 'bout that action they grabbin' me take the stand, damn

Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told

I don't even shake his hand, I don't even crack a smile

Knew him since a child, man this game so foul

But niggas made vows to a code I never break

Ridin' in the heavy weight

Thirty-six O's in the bird, call it feather weight

Never on time, when I show up I be ready late

Niggas got fat while we starved they already ate

And I'm trying to get full, masks on clips full

If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull

We sellin' soft, we sellin' hard like it's a brick store

On my dick, nigga, thought that's what your bitch for

[Bridge - Akon:]

My pain ain't never been told

All the success that I'm suffering from

Came from this knowledge I sold

My family fucks with me

And fought the enemy that stood in my way

That's why I don't trust nobody

And I doubt you'll ever see that day

'Fore I surrender to you, surrender to you

Surrender to you, surrender to you

Which I will never do

[Bridge - John Legend & Anthony Hamilton:]

Cause when you need it the most ain't no one ever around (nobody's around)

Cold world, cold world (yes it is)

And the ones that you keep close are the ones that'll take you down (only take you down)

Cold world, a cold cold world

[Hook - Akon x2:]

'Fore I surrender to you, surrender to you

Surrender to you, surrender to you

Which I will never do

[Bridge - Anthony Hamilton & John Legend:]

See there's a story in my life (Surrender)

There's a story in my pain (Surrender)

There's a story in my tears (Surrender)

There's a story in me (I won't surrender, I won't Surrender, no, no no)

Murcielago (Doors Go Up) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman & Meek Mill)

Birdman, what up?

Last time I seen bird, He Said Young Nigga Get This Money

Fuck these niggas

And you know what I said

I said, fuck ‘em!

DJ Khaled

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fall You Know the hoes turn up

But, When the Money Gone You Know All The Hoes Turn Down

And I pray to God He Don't Let my soul burn up!

Porsche and a nigga, I was Born With It

Heart Cold, but my soul warm in it

Glock 48, I go to war with it

Steady, ain’t Judah, with a foreign, with a switch

And I go to tour with it

If I see It, Then You Know I'm Gon Get It

Yeah nigga, for the love of that paper

I got hoes sipping, nigga, six in the morning with it

I’d die for this Cream, die for my dreams

As I stay and I fight on the side of the ring

With my back to the road

Hear The Crowd as they scream

But I come out on top like Mohamed Ali, uh!

These hoes fuck so good

Now lil nigga get money now!

Same bitches laughing at me I was dead broke

Can’t hear… I’m funny now!

Brand new Rolls Royce in the summer now

Big boy need coach when they come around

And they wanna put it all on my soul

Head Shot for a hater now simmer down

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fall You Know the hoes turn up

But, When the Money Gone You Know All The Hoes Turn Down

And I pray to God He Don't Let my soul burn up!

Uh, murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fall You Know the hoes turn up

But, When the Money Gone You Know All The Hoes Turn Down

And I pray to God He Don't Let my soul burn up!

Eight million dollars on a brand new land

Suicide like they always don’t jam

Mount on top, nigga, high as the fame

Filthy rich, nigg, doing my thing!

Pop off, we had to pop that spot

Jewels flying, nigga, we’re so hot

Yachts, condos, living their life

I’ll do it again and I’ll pay that twice!

Murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up

Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out

And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!

Murcielago when the doors go up

And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up

And when the money guiding all the hoes turn out

And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!

Black Ghost lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Vado)

We da, we da

Da best

Sping of ours

[Verse 1:]

Yo! Most hated, incorporated with wealth

Underrated, I felt had to operate it with help

Separated myself in these decorated to bail

Got educated and dealt with places safe than the melt

God gift as a kid, blockin up all previous

Like who's not scared of chain too on that park bench

Watch keep shit and shapon sick

You stick to conscience, hit the corner, take over walkmens

Like G money and that Wrangler

Showin this new drug that I had, niggas it's danger

Spittin Basquiat, I'm a painter

Every hard verse, great off work, you can hang up

No need to read the book when the author's here

Everywhere I look feds parkin here

Empty out the clip in yo partner's beard

Why'd he get a shave? Anesthesia and the partners chill

[Hook: x2]

Yo I be creepin slow in the black ghost (all day)

See me slickin those off the black ghost (wussup)

I be fuckin hoes in the black ghost (hah!)

Getting high, UFO in the black ghost

[Verse 2:]

All my niggas can wait 'cus soon all my niggas be straight

And all my niggas will wait then what? All my niggas is safe

Banana clips with the K so that all my niggas be safe

The quick to pitch every day, you don't know my niggas be late

Wait, Frank Noola when I'm last tappin er

Dom's all up in his face like the smack ballad

Was in the lake but move water like the back paddle

They try to name the place so all deserve to mack at you

B4 the C4

Was drug trafficking, travelling, make em detour

Payin preachers, coliseum, listen we need more

Grantin wishes, drippin 6's, preachers off D4

We da best, I don't see the rest

And I'm a be the best so I don't need the rest

Need a short stopper, not without a G to catch

My niggas drove high faster than a G a pack

[Hook: x2]

Yo I be creepin slow in the black ghost (all day)

See me slickin those off the black ghost (wussup)

I be fuckin hoes in the black ghost (hah!)

Getting high, UFO in the black ghost

I'm gone

Take That Off lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Vado & Jeremih)

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

[Verse 1:]

Duffle bags unzipping, paper tags was driven

Play the stage, club livin

With a bucket full of women

Couple bands, low denims

If that's yo man go with him

I need a boy to go get em

Every car's ours, we don't rent em

And my hap back be a snap back

Black T with them black shap

That's me if my ass stack

Her hair long, her swag crack

QV and some strapped flex

Hove on it, her bag max

Since 21 I've been the black Jack

Cary on, no nutsack

[Pre-Hook:]

That's crazy, that's crazy

I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes

Why ask when I don't want what you like?

Been countin since all the money on the dash

Man, that's crazy

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

[Verse 2:]

Aks Jeremih, still be frontin, I'm very fly

Hop out of them white ends

With the blue check like I'm verified

Play the block like I don't care, I put it on you, Tom Teryiok

Word to Jane, I'm merry hah

Fuck the truth on that heavy lot

Take that off, take that off

My niggas quick to let that off

Caps in the air like I head up

I'm trapped off, too many bad chicks to back off

Da Vinci kicks with the strap off

This nigga sick like the bad cough

[Pre-Hook:]

That's crazy, that's crazy

I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes

Why ask when I don't want what you like?

Been countin since all the money on the dash

Man, that's crazy

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

[Verse 3:]

Fuck up Mitch, you be limpin

The green house, the whole team on

On any couches we standing

We tryna live what ya'll dream bout

King of diamonds we wearing

Bring the iron, we airing

This thing devours, ain't sharing

All these bitches round me, they starin

And she hoped in and got crazy

I'm swerving lanes, I'm going 80

I'm zig zaggin that M6, automatic and stick shift

She more than happy, want a quick fix

I told her grab it, get a quick lick

And I pulled up like my dick in

It got one eye like Slick Rick

[Pre-Hook:]

That's crazy, that's crazy

I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes

Why ask when I don't want what you like?

Been countin since all the money on the dash

Man, that's crazy

[Hook:]

Miami cruising, bad kind

Collins drivin all hoes around

I just spot hittin

I throw it up

Actually... booty good as fuck

Take that off, take that off

Stayin on top of me, this my part

Down down, put it down, let it elevate

Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight

Weed & Hennessy lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)

[Hook:]

A wah wi waan

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

[Verse 1:]

Drive out the truck

Drive out the car

Ride out the bike

Gyal cock up pon the back a wah mi like

Load up mi cup

Gimmi a spliff

Gimmi a light

Champagne pop, fly like a kite

Mi just get a new gyal

And seh call up you crew gyal

Mi and mi dawgs

Dem a gyallis usual

How wi do gyal deal with it crucial

Real boss, have papers fi burn

Holiday weekend, tables a turn

Most of your money straight like perm

Hotel presidential suite confirm

[Hook:]

A wah wi waan

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

[Verse 2:]

Then you no si the whole place tun up

Then you no si how dem yah gyal yah stand up

Batty cock out and dem a push up stomach

And the whole place tun up when the big Benz come up

College gyal she dem love mi swag

Scream off stage when mi throw mi rag

Mi no haffi brag

But mi know mi bad

Trap lord fi the gully God

Trap lord, trap lord

Wi ever fresh wi no stale a road

Trap lord, trap lord

Every ship and every plane a load

[Hook:]

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Weed and Hennessy

And a little bit a grabba leaf

Full suit a Louie V

Bare gyal inna the vehic's

That mi waan fi di Sumaiya

Helen Keller lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kat Dahlia)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Miami!

Dade County!

Lets ride!

[Verse 1: Kat Dahlia]

I’m from Miami, bitch

Yeah, that’s Miami streets

And all the haters want to push us, try to give us heat

Baby, we live in heat, so drop that shit and drop the beat

Lets party in my streets and leave the hotel room with dirty sheets

I’m no holds barred, baby, I’m gung ho

They sayin’, “Girl, you ain’t Jamaican, accents got to go”

And I say, “Hell no, hell no”

I got Jamaica in my lungs, it’s that good hydro

I got that Barbee flow, I’m feelin’ irie

Party, work and chill on the beach all day

Got Corona in my hands, got that iron in my blood

Got my toes in the sand

And my God is the Sun

[Hook:]

I’m shakin’ up the game, trying to test my luck

Living life everyday, by what comes up

Yeah, I’m working on some things

Getting my weight up

I’m Helen Keller to the hate

I’m sayin’, “What?, what?, what?”

I’m shakin’ up the game, trying to test my luck

Living life everyday, by what comes up

Yeah, I’m working on some things

Getting my weight up

I’m Helen Keller to the hate

I’m sayin’, “What?, what?, what?”

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2:]

We in that heat wave, where people ain’t phased

Workin’ to get paid

This town, they don’t play

The girlies like, “Yay”

They like the heart race

“White girl” on a white girl’s face

And I’m [?]

We do it for the trills, trills, trills

We got enough bills, bills, bills

So keep poppin’ them pills, pills, pills

I’m chillin’ in my [?]

Bring my girls to the damn party

Bro, don’t touch me, I got my own money

If you want a drink for free

Show my girls your body

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

My town likes to party all of the time, all of the time

Take me down to prime

Give me a steak, if it’s bloody that’s fine

Got a roach in my pocket, took Mary J to dine

Let me clear my throat

(Yeah, yeah)

Have mercy babe, I hope you don’t mind, mind

I’m on a fucking boat

(Yeah, yeah)

And I’m thirsty babe, pass me the champagne, pagne

[Hook]

At The Top (It's Just Us) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)

ArmzHouse Records

Dem no waan, you reach nowhere

But a money over enemy

A that the youth dem a seh

But right now at the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just just

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top, it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

Sit back an mi a watch time pass off

Wa that a the big Benz blast off

Tell wolf in sheep fi go take dem mask off

Mi no Kevin Heart but mi have the last laugh

Now yo si mi house big with the grass off

Straight K pop the champagne cork off

As mi wake go through mi gate

Mi spend a hundred G's fast fast

Mi can't bother wid the small talk

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

Call mi, call mi, the million dollar man

Yuh si mi look to the left yuh si a million dollar hand

Always have a million inna mi plan

Bullet proof glass when mi role out the van

Enemies a team up, enemies a plan

Where are they now, mi can't understand

Me God choose wid the golden shoes

Always a win when mi try hard for lose

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

Dem no wan, you reach nowhere

But a money over enemy

A that the youth dem a seh

Dem no wan, you reach nowhere

But a money over enemy

A that the youth dem a seh

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Or the topic just us

You can't stop it just curse

Or if you can't stop it just hush

At the top it's just us

Kiss The Ring (2012)

• Shout Out To The Real
• Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started)
• I Wish You Would
• Take It To The Head
• They Ready
• I'm So Blessed
• Hip Hop
• I Did It For My Dawgz
• I Don't See 'Em
• Don't Pay 4 It
• Suicidal Thoughts
• Outro (They Don't Want War)
• Don't Get Me Started (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Aktion Pak (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• B-Boyz (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track) 

Shout Out To The Real lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Meek Mill, Ace Hood and Plies)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Free Boosie, real nigga

In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga

I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga"

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

Had my hood hating now they came up

I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff

Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked

Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up

Friends turn to foes when you're in a row

Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze

Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose

Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain't getting shows

Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10

Better be soaked in it when I’m back in

I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston

And I ain’t got an album, man, I got these niggas falling off

I’m gone

[Hook x2: Meek Mill]

Shout out to the real niggas (Salam)

And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)

I’m popping bottles with my real niggas

It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type

Seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night

I’m the type to flood the rollie like it's New Orleans

Bet that all my niggas ball like I’m Mr. Clean

From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter

I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter

Used to run the streets, but now I’m running every summer

Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover

Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass

Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags

Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash

Plus my rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad

Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged

Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page

Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg

Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro

Loyalty over royalty that’s my common law

We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss

He just tell me murder niggas would think of Holocaust

Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Plies]

They took a half of M nigga out the bank nigga

If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga

And I put that red dot right where you think nigga

Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga

I’m on the ave. nigga riding in a cutlass

You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy

A real nigga, real life, no rap shit

And I can promise you this ain’t what you want, bitch

Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga

‘Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas

When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga

And we some kids to tell you that we the real nigga

And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga

We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga

Ain’t got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga

And before you try anything you better write your will, nigga

[Hook x2]

Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne, T.I. & Future)

[Hook: Future]

Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded

Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest

Better load up the cartridge, get the car it's inside it

Let's put some ice on your watches and designer on your body

Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles

Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles

Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles

Bitches and bottles, let's get it started

[Verse 1: T.I.]

I'm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho

My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for

In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours

They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours

I'm stupid rich got stupid bitches, who stupid thick in Louboutin

Don't like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then

Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame

I won't entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit

Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years

I'm gettin' it in til it's unreal, let's say one album, like ten mill

Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (gone) hurt nigga feelin', I don't try to

But when you ballin' like I do, you know something nigga, don't like you

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

It's Tunechi, you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy

Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion

Ballin' on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em'

They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test em'

Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the bitches

Whom fuckin' with me? all I hear is crickets

I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses

She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like Joseph

Man I'm married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter

Dick stay up like it got insomnia

All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy

The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone

[Hook x2]

I Wish You Would lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kanye West & Rick Ross)

[DJ Khaled]

I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]

One, two them boys coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, hide your bitch

(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

They said, thou shall not be ill

Thou shall not feel

Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real

Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills

They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real

Every year gon be our year

Every year gon be my year

These niggas really is out here

These niggas really is out here

The block is at war

Post traumatic stress

Ran up outta pills

Rob that CVS

Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust

We believe in God but do God believe in us

If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im

That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen

I’ve been poppin shit for too long

But still reppin’ where I came from

I guess it’s how I came up

I wish you would try to play us

[Hook - Kanye West]

I wish you would nigga

I wish you would nigga

I wish you would nigga

I wish you would nigga

I guess it’s how I came up

I wish you would try to play us

[Rick Ross]

My money on a another level

In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil

I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel

G5, make it rain, I can change the weather

We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?

Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters

Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order

Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter

I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters

All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish

I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus

All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting

Hunh, my corner will scorch ya

Somehow my flow is the coldest

Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important

Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused

God Forgives and I don’t

Pussy niggas unnoticed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga

You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga

You see these niggas’ll try to play ya

Know how ya feel nigga

Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga

But you gon chill nigga

Just for your kids nigga

Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga

You just got home nigga

You tryna live nigga

Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga

The boss is testing yo ass

The feds’ll question yo ass

They be drug testin’ yo ass

And then they pray you don’t pass

And then you look in the sky

You got some questions to ask

With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac

Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long

Still reppin’ where I came from

I guess it’s how I came up

I wish you would try to play us

[Hook]

(ROZAY!)

Take It To The Head lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne)

Another one

DJ Khaled

Working all winter

Shining all summer

I ain't no beginner

You scared to

Take it to the head

Don't think about it (be about it)

Don't be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots,

I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone

Damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots

I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up

No excuses no apologies

[Rick Ross:]

Reputation for g's, that's the role of a boss

So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch

She say love is for free, just expensive to shop

But it's nothing to me, that extends from my block

I got a lot of figures, I'm a father figure

She know a lot of niggas, don't know a hotter nigga

Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you

But I'm here to nurture, I wanna take you further

She got all them purses, I say in my verses

YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface

She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains

I always make her nervous, this record's perfect

Take it to the head

Don't think about it, be about it

Don't be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Nicki Minaj:]

Yo, reputation for bussin'

Pussy open, it's nothin'

Big fat nigga, all that huffin' and puffin'

Take me shopping in France

And he pay in advance

He got big balls, ran a play in his pants

Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island

All my bitches is stylin'

Beaches and eating Italian

This is real shit, real shit

On the real, nigga fuckin' wit a real bitch

I ride for him, DMV

Stamina, GNC

3 letters CMB

Competition, I don't see any

Take it to the head

Don't think about it, be about it

Don't be scared to take it to the head

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Lil Wayne:]

Reputation for tasting

I'm killin' 'em hoes like Jason

Got that pussy like medication to patients

Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion

Fuck with me baby, it's Tunechi baby

Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I'm rejuvenated

With all that pink on, bitch I'm King Kong

I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone

Pop a pill and pop that pussy

I bet you Tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet

And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest

And then she…

Take it to the head, (yeah yeah)

Don't think about it, be about it

Don't be scared to take it to the head (yeah yeah)

Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Take it to the head

I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed

One shot, two shots, I'm gone

Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Lil Wayne:]

Young mula baby!

They Ready lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. J. Cole, Big K.R.I.T. & Kendrick Lamar)

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

And you know it don’t stop

Grindin round that clock

Masterminding my second album

My first album just dropped

Scored a touchdown on my first down

Niggas thought I was gon’ flop

See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops

And we still duckin cops

Ride around and take shots

Hennessy for my enemies

Niggas know I’m takin they spot

Cause that score up on the play clock

Show just how I came from way back

Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop

Get a grip

Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip

Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch

Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!

This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Hook: Cole]

One for the money, two for the show

Three for them hoes saying anything goes

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever

I been around the world, twice to be exact

Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever!

They say they ready for whatever!

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Shawty look what we got

My bass beat and it knock

Got the old school in my old school

Bout to post up on yo block

Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped

I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop

So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop

Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not

So when it come to snappin’, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop

You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop

Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab

Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab

Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash

This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga

One for the money, two for the show

Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row

That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote

And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know

I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow

And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental

Now pick up my coat

You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor

Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is

Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yea

Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it,

Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears

Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh

The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp ’til I break it, uh

Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it

DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge

Ain’t it

[Hook]

I'm So Blessed lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa, Ace Hood and T-Pain)

[Intro:]

Can nothing stop me now

Yeah

Dj Khaled

Yeah

Ohohoooo, no

[Hook:]

Man I'm so blessed (I'm so blessed)

I got the Lord on my shoulders

I'm alright (I'm alright)

I'm alright (I'm alright)

Ain't got no stress (Ain't got no stress)

My people with me they celebratin' the life

We livin' life (We livin' life)

Now sing it with me

If you've been working hard

If you believe in God

Sing it with me

Can nothing stop me now

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Yea, yellin' fuck a 9 to 5 boi

Even if I gotta work from 9 to 9 boi

I'm self made, self paid and I got my city watching

They threw me in the game

I threw up numbers like an auction

'Cause I do it, do it, do it

Like it's no other option

Fat asses, big bottles

When I'm around they both get poppin'

I talk about girls and money

Too much I admit, way too much girls

Too much money, those 2 things that don't exist

And I think It's so impressive I'm riding in the back

Young and black 'cause I'm chauffeured and not 'cause I'm arrested

Getting richer every year, you can grasp up my progression

Got the finest with her shirt off and skirt off

Showing her blessings

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

I wonder what the haters got to say now

They mad I'm on top of my game and they down

I'm always repping for my gang I stay down

Ain't gotta go back to my hood 'cause they 'round

And the niggas that's next to me it's all the niggas that stress with me

I done made it from the bottom and they say I did it on my own

So to me that's destiny

If anybody got a problem I just tell 'em to get on their grind

Try to to see as much checks as me

And my wife is a goddess my tree is the finest

A click full of real niggas that's just the one thing about us

They showin' us love, but I remember back then the niggas would doubt us

We used to go out but now when we go out all the people surround us

They screaming my name, I'm repping my city it's me who they proud of

So fuck what the lames about wouldn't me no game without us no game without us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]

Been hated on, I been doubted

Been talked about and mistreated

Still put in the work that I needed

Now I'm living the things that I'm dreaming

Got my mama straight and my daughter good

And my team right 'cause we eating

Been broke before and now it's open doors

I got the dopest flow and they seen it

God keep away all them demons

Been patient dog I've been lenient

Been holding out I've been fiending

Long as God with me don't need 'em

When you winning everybody want a dap up

Gettin' money now your friends wanna act up

I don't really give a fuck I'm a go hard

No stress, couple cars in the front yard

We the best be the logo, getting money with a mogul

Upgrade from the 2 to the 4 door

Top down so blast it, it's yolo

One time form the XO

Ace Hood got these rap niggas petro

Fied No lie nigga day know

From the bottom to the top only Lord knows

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