I Don't Play About My Paper lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future & Rick Ross)
[DJ Khaled:]
Future let's get right to it
I don't play about my paper
(DJ Khaled!)
[Hook - Future:]
Sippin' my cup this muddy, muddy
When I fuck on these bitches no lovey-dovey
Got a flood on my wrist, it was mellow yellow
Had a flood on my wrist, it was yellow, mellow
Check on that chick out the melo
I got that white on that white on the Panamera
Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella
See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal
I put the racks and the goons on 'em
I got a MAC with a drum on 'em
Soon as the dry hit we laid on 'em
Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Percocet roxies and we stay on 'em
Percocet roxies we stay on 'em
[Future:]
Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't
[Rick Ross:]
Rich nigga rituals, Royce Royces and residuals
Residue in my residence, Revinue was so plentiful
Rumors Rozay still be runnin' with all you criminals
Ransom notes and repercussions follow my ridicule
Private charters to Bahamas as I send them through
Two new bitches up in Memphis that’s just for summer school
A nigga networth at an all-time high
I play for keeps, you just ran cross my mind
I own all the things that these niggas plot for
Know they hatin', still resistin', go and cop more
She takin' off her clothes, know that's for a hot boy
Pistols in the lobby, honey on the top floor
[Future:]
Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
[Hook - Future:]
Sippin' my cup this muddy, muddy
When I fuck on these bitches no lovey-dovey
Got a flood on my wrist, yellow, yellow
Had a flood on my wrist, it was was yellow, yellow
Check on that chick out the melo
I got that white on that white on the Panamera
Lil momma walkin' like Cinderella
See the fire on the pipes when I hit the pedal
I put the racks and the goons on 'em
I got a Mac with a drum on 'em
Soon as the dry hit we laid on 'em
Two cups of the muddy, I swerve on 'em
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Actavis, Actavis wait on it
Percocet roxies and we stay on 'em
Percocet roxies we stay on 'em
[Future:]
Soon as I turn out the Ghost they was mad at me
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
All of these diamonds I copped
All of these watches I copped
All of these Bentleys we coppin'
All of these Ghosts and I copped it
All of the Phantoms I copped it
All of the cribs we're coppin'
All of the bitches we copped it
All of these bitches we coppin'
They know I don't play about that paper
I can see jealousy written on they face when they looked at me
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper
They know I don't play about that paper, yeah
I Ride lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Boosie Badazz, Future, Rick Ross & Jeezy)
[Hook - Future:]
(Yeah) I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
(Boosie Badazz, yeah, yeah)
And they said they fuck wit' you
(Uh-huh, fuck 'em, woo)
But really they don't fuck wit' you (Huh, no tussle)
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em (DJ Khaled)
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em (Wraith boys)
I still got the paper plates on 'em (Money boy, woo)
And if you think I'm playin' wit' you (Playin' wit' you )
I ride on you niggas [x8] (Yeah)
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
[Verse 1 - Boosie Badazz:]
Boosie Mandela, I am the people's choices
We can take it there, but I take it much farther
Dude you don't know me, so you can't drink my bottle
Why when I was gone, you ain't do nothing for my daughter?
Paper plate-living niggas hating cause I'm ballin'
Boring his bitch, fucked her and spoiled
You don't wanna see me all I do is make a call
We have no specific victims, we want all y'all
Ridin' for the team, .45 wit' a beam
Plenty murder scenes
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
G-O-R-R-I-double-L-E
It's levels to this shit like my nigga Meek say
DJ Khaled, look
[Hook - Future:]
I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
And they said they fuck wit' you
But really they don't fuck wit' you
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em
I still got the paper plates on 'em
And if you think I'm playing wit' you
I ride on you niggas [x8]
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
[Verse 2 - Jeezy:]
All the bad bitches real niggas holler when we enter
Sky dweller looking like chilly in the winter
Twelve gage [?] bruh that bitch look like a chopper
And my dawg [?] so I hand it to my partner
Heat game chip bitch I'm chilling on the floor
All white hit the door looking like a kilo
Ice machine refrigerator nigga what the hell
What they said about my watch when I spoke to [?]
Cash on the Wraith so this shit is not a lease
Hundred cash on the Cuban fuck I need with a piece
Catch you in the streets knock your top off like a Jeep
Then we show up at your funeral and piss all on your wreath
Ride on 'em
[Hook - Future:]
I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
And they said they fuck wit' you
But really they don't fuck wit' you
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em
I still got the paper plates on 'em
And if you think I'm playing wit' you
I ride on you niggas [x8]
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross:]
Betting on a nigga I'mma go and get it
And if I set it on a nigga you can bet that I'mma go and hit it
These the laws that we live by
Same niggas that your looking at the ones you getting slit by
Still moving how I wanna
For a brick whole clique getting left in a coma
White glove it's a deadly game
You gon' fuck top down say my name like [?]
All I want is real estate
Graduated from the corner 'til I send it up the interstate
Niggas hating on me
But I got a new plug and it got a truck waiting on me
[Hook - Future:]
I said all these niggas fuck-niggas
And they said they fuck wit' you
But really they don't fuck wit' you
So I advise you not to fuck wit' 'em
And so I bought the Wraith on 'em
I still got the paper plates on 'em
And if you think I'm playing wit' you
I ride on you niggas [x8]
So I advise you not to fuck wit' em
Gold Slugs lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. August Alsina, Chris Brown & Fetty Wap)
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[Chris Brown:]
I'ma pull up when she call me
Baby you know I don't pull out when we lovin'
Touchin', kissin', and lickin'
Always leavin' your panties or somethin' else
In my crib or my whip, I'm shinin' with this gold grill
I could give a fuck how you feel
The ass and them titties on the real
I took her back to my block, nigga my hood
Now everybody, everybody like
Damn that girl look good
And every nigga in the squad gon' keep it 100
She can tell that I'm a boss and I tell her
She loves me, oh she loves me
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[August Alsina:]
When I'm licking and grillin' you know she love that
Call her semi automatic, cause she bust back
And it's time she my now and later
She be beggin' me to annihilate her
When it's over she'll need the undertaker, killed that
Your body's shakin' girl, I feel that
It's mine forever, we grind together
And when you put them slugs in, we even shine together
And I love that and I think she knows that
Whenever she all at it gotta go down
She said she only fuckin' with them thugs
But nobody handcuffin' baby, no doubt
Cause we both know what it was
She loves
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[Fetty Wap:]
I brought out the Zoo, I act a fool for you baby
I set 'em down, take em to school for you baby
Bustin' out the window how I'm feelin' you baby
And people say we crazy just the shit we do baby
And she love a hood nigga, show her how to flip it
Everybody stingy, yeah we stackin' and we spendin'
Ay it sound like a water slide when I'm in it
And we 'bout business so we know let's get it
And we love those gold slugs baby
I beat it up gold gloves baby
And let em talk, they don't know nothin' baby
These niggas broke tryna hold some baby
[Chris Brown:]
She loves a nigga with them gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' she loves a nigga with them
Gold slugs, gold slugs
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
I'm grillin' and I'm fuckin' at the same time
She love the way, she love the way
She loves the way, she loves the way it feels
When her body touch, her body touch your grill
[DJ Khaled:]
Baby you love it
You love these gold slugs
Baby let me get you some lobster
Matter of fact let me get you seafood, rice, and lobster
Let me get you some red velvet cake
Baby it's Miami "Finger Lickin"
Miami Gardens Carol city __cpLocation
Another one
I Swear I Never Tell Another Soul lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Yo Gotti & Trick Daddy)
[Hook x8 - Future:]
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
[Verse 1 - Yo Gotti:]
My PO wanna violate me
(I swear I never tell another soul)
Chop a whole 1 hunnid, let off 80
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I like bitches who like bitches
(I swear I never tell another soul)
These niggas talk just like bitches so...
(I swear I never tell another soul)
400 for the lamb, 550 for the room, nigga
(swear I never tell another soul)
600 for a pound, 550 for the O, nigga
140 for the Porsche, 210 for the Bentley
How to fuck a nigga hate to see a real nigga win it?
(I swear I never tell another soul)
(How to fuck a nigga hate?)
Better ask about me, Dope Boy free
Swear the god touched 10 mil, I swear
(I swear I never tell another soul)
Young nigga had no deal, street skills
Big pistols, young nigga soo real
If the town known, put the whole city on his back
And they never took another soul
Never took his back, let's get it
[Hook x8 - Future:]
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
[Verse 2 - Trick Daddy:]
Fuck niggas wanna live my life
(I swear I never tell another soul)
Who be down with the hoe done tell my wife?
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I guess me and you boy, we beefin' how
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I'll bust ya head when the time is right
(I swear I never tell another soul)
I know a nigga that's doin' life
All because his Codeine had fo'
All his hoe cars and the keys that he sold, that fuck nigga told
His home boy was a Dboy, but he act like a CI
Takin' notes like a PI, carried on like a peon
You see a fuck nigga holler "FBI"
I've seen him on first 48, said he had everything on tape
And he the nigga with the gun and the drum
And his hands hold and fuck nigga turned staple
That nigga, that 5-0 told somethin' 'bout a nigga that put him on on death row
These niggas too cutthroat, and as you knew, niggas got the game all fucked up
[Hook x8 - Future:]
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
[Verse 3 - Future:]
We be riddin' in 'em mailbox cars
Nigga, yeah that was us
I swear I never tell another soul
We was kickin' In the door
Nigga, we was quick to bust, yeah
I swear I never tell another soul, yeah
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
I swear I never tell another soul
Swear I never tell another soul
Yeah
I Lied lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. French Montana, Meek Mill, Beanie Sigel & Jadakiss)
I'mma lie for my dawg I'mma ride
Just know I'mma lie
[Hook x2 - French Montana:]
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
I swear I swore to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth
And I got up on that podium and lied
Then the coppers swore to tell the truth nothing but the whole truth
And he got up on that podium and cried
Said I tried to take his life
And the judge ain't take my side
Cause when you black that risk is high to beat that case against them odds
Against them guys, with your last bit of money for your lawyer
My heart dropped when I seen him hit the corner
They was in the black Taurus, Dodge Charger, Explorer
Beat me to the ground and used my blood to mop the floor
But I'mma hold the water like it was holy water
Informants told informants how we had it and they swarmed us They caught us
[Hook - French Montana]:
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel:]
Only swear by a law so when approached by them folks
I spit the truth when I swore under oath
I lied, I lied
Shit, cause I don't take the stand on niggas
I rather give it to that man up close
Blocka, blocka
I told my cellie in the jail I wouldn't rap no more
See you when they free you cuz cause I ain't coming back no more
Wifey on the highway with them kids driving back on fouth
Knowing in a nigga [?] that I be back in court
Reside in somebody's federal estate
Niggas jumping on your case is worst than first 48
I seen a rat stand up on his case that wish he told
Come on a pill and give a nigga a will
[Hook - French Montana:]
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss:]
It was we vs. them vs. three then ten
Swore I never [?] again but I lied, I lied
Now the package is enormous
And that come with informants
We already kinda hot so it's stupid to keep it on us
We just being hard headed
Disregarding the drop
Them they bagged him in the cab and brought him back to the spot
Found six p's of piffy a little under fifty
That little bit of bread make the relationship shifty
And it's all my fault he still tryna to convince me
I miss my goddaughter I wonder if she miss me
Birthdays and Christmas I ain't never missed it
Her dad is my brother I love him from a distance
[Hook x2 - French Montana:]
I know I told you I stopped slanging ye, strapped everyday
I lied, I lied, I lied
All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking
I lied, I lied, I lied
Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
How Many Times lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Big Sean & Lil Wayne)
[Bridge - Chris Brown:]
Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down
Get down, get down
How many times I got 'em?
Light another for the bitch who's just only in town for the weekend
[Hook - Chris Brown:]
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
You know how a nigga feel 'bout wasting time
You know how I feel about waiting in line
You know he ain't it, girl you're wasting your time
You're only this young for a moment in time, take it in stride
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?
[Lil Wayne:]
How many times I gotta tell your ass to come over?
How many times I gotta tell you I gotta chauffeur?
Think about it, think it over, everything is gon' be kosher
Call me when you getting closer
If you take a taxi, how much I owe ya?
Don't send me no naked pictures
If I can't get naked with ya
This dick deserve recognition
I don't mind paying that commission
Is you with the shit or nah?
If we ain't fucking then bitch, bon voyage
How many times? I said how many times?
Too many times and bitch I ain't got time
[Hook]
[Big Sean:]
Okay phone off the hook, yeah that bitch won't stop blinking
I'll pick up for you though on the second ring
You've been drinking and drinking, you're drinking for fun
And you drink for a reason
Yeah leave your boyfriend and call me when you're leaving
Calling shots refereeing, no drama
Pussy so wet I'm a need Dramamine and mattress Aquafining
Boy I light the block up, young Billie Jeaning
I'm dodging the leeches, I'm signing agreements
I'm signing new artists, I sell out arenas
Swimming with the dolphins on the Dan Marino
Wine mixing, this shit like the Catalina
B-I-G, minus Puff and Lil Cease
I'm on my grind, 3 AM text like I need ya
Dream about the pussy, fuck it I'm a dreamer
Hold me down but don't hold me back like I need you to, damn
I wrote myself a million dollar check in fifth grade
I put it on the wall and promised it'd be this way
She fuck me like she want the rent paid
Like she want that Oscar De La Renta
I slow it down like it's her favourite ballad
Then go back up at it like I hadn't had it
Straight up
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?
I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side
How many times?
[Bridge]
[Chris Brown:]
I see these bitches in supperclub
Niggas got me throwing bottles up
Bottles with all of my homies
I'm feeling generous, throwing my money
She said she wanted the molly love
I gave her the dick but I'm not in love
I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I'm boning
Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the morning
Got xans when I turn up, it's a party, bust it open
Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me
She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up
You wanna fuck with a thug
Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing
Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone
Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free
I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it
He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks
Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split
Talking 'bout me, I'm the shit
I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars
And my niggas, they whipping the bricks
[Hook]
You Mine lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Jeremih & Trey Songz)
[Jeremih:]
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
Bring your body here
You've been workin' out lookin' so right
So it's only right
Yeah you know how we get
It's growin' up, I know you down to ride
You know what's on tonight
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
[Trey Songz:]
You know when I'm opposite of you it drives me so fuckin' crazy
Got my head between your legs
Kissin' on your favorite places
Girl you make a mess
How you got me makin' sticky faces
You like to get gone off that liq
One more shot, one more sip, you get so into it, girl
I bet the neighbors, bet they know us
Pussy bomb when you you blow up, girl
And other niggas can't do nothin' for ya
I pledge you mine, you know you keep me focused
Said them other niggas stop wasting their time
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
[Jeremih:]
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
Bring your body here
You've been workin' out lookin' so right
So it's only right
Yeah you know how we get
It's growin' up, I know you down to ride
You know what's on tonight
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
[Future:]
Dress it up and make it real for me
Then tell me you gone kill for me
Then tell me you gone steal for me
Then tell me you gone steal for me
I just said walk in the mall
Like you're Puffy then I say gimme the Total
I went to Harlem and get me a Spanish bitch
She dress like a mannequin
I went to Baltimore, got me a ghetto bitch
Cause I've been livin' so lavishly
She fuck me good, she roll up my blunts
She even hang round all my savages
I put my time in
Even got the Rollie off her like Uncle May
I know it's love, I know it's love
Cause she hang around all my shooters
I walked in the club, I walked in the club
I told that bitch hold on the Ruger
Even I'm gangster nigga, love ya like Larry Hoover
I just sent her off to shop her daughter in the Uber
She know the shit that I told her some on the realest ever been told
[Jeremih:]
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
Bring your body here
You've been workin' out lookin' so right
So it's only right
Yeah you know how we get
It's growin' up, I know you down to ride
You know what's on tonight
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine
You mine
[DJ Khaled:]
It's We The Best Music
For life
Another one
Every Time We Come Around lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. French Montana, Jadakiss, Ace Hood & Vado)
[DJ Khaled:]
On everything I love, it’s we the best music
It’s we the best over everything
Get money, mo’ money
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood:]
You know I got that check on me, you know I got that 9 on me
Play with it or get religious, these shots’ll make your shirt holey
Say please lord, forgive a nigga, actin’ up like Ben Stiller
Jewelry on me so fuckin’ cold, I gotta wear it with a chinchilla
I ball on these fuck niggas, Bron-Bron, D Wade
Whip white like cocaine, too dope, Rick James
I’m hardbody, my flow sick, that Eagle on me no Mike Vick
I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson
Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound
Yeah, shorty, she know the deal and that’s every time that I come ‘round
This big business, I come around, smoking on that too loud
Give my dog about 1200, in twenty minutes he goin’ down
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
[Verse 2 - Vado:]
It’s my year, Slime here, Cartier box face, call it the time’s square
Why year, I drive and fly Lear, V-16, need a coupe with nine gears
Yeah! Mob member, star agenda
Serve niggas over these bars like bartenders (Yes!)
I bob cats while shooting like guard Kemba
Hard in the paint, I stretch it, Lew Alcindor
F it, you all dinners, no protection
Tired of hearing these deadlines, no reception
Need work like wi-fi, no connection
We The Best men be the best in, cause
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss:]
They think I’ma gun ‘em down, just ‘cause I’m a motherfucking king from the underground
Rest in peace, Pimp, name live long as Bun around
Niggas know me, 100 keys, 500 pounds
Way too advanced for these lames, had to dumb it down
Nigga try to run off with some change, I’ma hunt him down
All they do is run they mouth; me, I just run the town
Cause the industry is being ran by a bunch of clowns
Circus: it hurts ‘cause everybody’s a boss and nobody’s the workers (Real shit)
Shit is getting weird; all I know is when I look ‘em in the eyes they be scared
[Hook - French Montana:]
Every time we come around
Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down
Every time we come around
Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every time we come around
Put your hand up, down
I Ain't Worried lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Ace Hood & Rick Ross)
[DJ Khaled:]
This We the Best Music, WTB
[Hook - Ace Hood:]
I ain't worried, I ain't worried
Every time I jump on a beat these niggas get nervose
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried
Rap game that's mine due time I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy
'Long as my family straight, you know homeboy I ain't worried
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, ain't worried bout 'em
Ain't worried bout 'em, naw
[Verse 1 - Ace Hood:]
The illest nigga know this, the king cat has spoken
I run the south, you run your mouth so please quit with the assumptions
Niggas in the Benzo 10-4 ridin' with the chopper clip extendo
Ain't no game, this ain't Nintendo
Blowing on the highest grade of indo
Rockin' Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy, hop on the beat and I catch me a body
Millionaire hundred million deposit, just so my niggas, we each can divide it
Talkin' bout money all over the table, money all over the floor
Killaz they all in the Porsche, pourin' champagne on them hoes
All my nerves best rolla, Ferrari double donuts
I ain't worried bout a damn thing, young nigga big nuts, ha!
Laugh at it all, you rap niggas out tryna sound like Hood
You can keep that flow, hope it tastes good
[Hook - Ace Hood:]
I ain't worried, I ain't worried
Every time I jump on a beat these niggas get nervose
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried
Rap game that's mine due time I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy
'Long as my family straight, you know homeboy I ain't worried
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, ain't worried bout 'em
Ain't worried bout 'em, naw
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross:]
First 48, aha, yeah
I'm a threat to these niggas, it's kill or be killed
On the night he get murdered, I be somewhere in Brazil
Feds tappin' my reps, got the keys to success
My whole team gettin' rich, I know these haters feel pressured
Retaliation a must, put a bag on it, nigga
All day he on twitter, straight ride on that nigga
I'm Mr. drivin' my Bentleys, all my folks gettin' mad
Underground I'm a king, posting pictures with Ja
Swisher sweets in my luggage, Belaire in my bucket
Niggas know where I be, we straight mobbin' like Duddy's
Ace gon' be my nigga, I make him clap through your window
Better watch how you talkin', this SK be a blender
[Hook - Ace Hood:]
I ain't worried, I ain't worried
Every time I jump on a beat these niggas get nervose
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, just know I ain't worried
Rap game that's mine due time I ain't lyin', y'all ain't gotta be worried
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, these niggas ain't worthy
'Long as my family straight, you know homeboy I ain't worried
Ho, naw, I ain't worried, ain't worried bout 'em
Ain't worried bout 'em, naw
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)
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