[Verse 1]
Arms just as warm as California
They’re holding me so deep
Whenever you’re asleep
Outside these walls you’re indifferent
Renegade at heart
Only want me when you’re lost

[Pre-Chorus]
Why do I feel ashamed when I just wanna say
That I don’t wanna feel like I’m wasting my time
If I am not on your mind

[Chorus]
Cause I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I don’t only wanna be your girl
No, no, no I
No I don’t only wanna be your girl

[Verse 2]
I tried to reach through your silence
But you just look away
As if there’s nothing left to say
It’s like you’re acting like our love was never wild enough
But still you call me yours
I can’t pretend anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, why do I feel ashamed when I just wanna say
That I don’t wanna feel like I’m wasting my time
If we’re not more than a lie

[Chorus]
Cause I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I, no I
No I don’t, I don’t only wanna be your girl

[Bridge]
You close a door without a care
You seem so sure that I’ll be here when you come back
First it was fun and we got drunk
First it was fun and we got drunk, then we fucked up
Now I’m fucked up

[Outro]
Cause I don’t only wanna be your girl
No I don’t only wanna be your girl
I need more than you give me
We were so good in the beginning
I need more than you give me
We were so good in the beginning
No I don’t only wanna be your girl




[Intro]
It’s Wizzop
Huh? Huh?

[Verse]
I still don’t give a fuck how a fuckboy feel
How you gon’ keep it real and your diamonds not real?
I do it so big I make a hater feel little
I can’t tell you why they hating but I have an idea
You never liked me, probably don’t like me still
But a nigga liking me ain’t never paid my bills
I’m the realest nigga living, let’s get one thing clear
And if you wanna get it popping we can do it right here
I ain’t never been embarrassed, I ain’t never felt fear
I got post-traumatic stresses like I can’t shed tears
I ain’t even been out 6 months but I spent 6 mil
Got a million dollar grin and a 10 million dollar crib
And my heart done turned burr-burr like my adlibs
In the kitchen going skrt-skrt tryna make a mil
Got these bitches screaming bling-blaow, diamonds in my ear
I send my shooters then it’s pow-pow, another tatted tear
Yeah it’s 2016 so it’s Guwop year
When I was 16 I was making drug deals
These niggas say they getting money, I can’t really tell
I made more money than them and I was in a jail cell

[Hook]
I’ma say it once again, trust God, fuck 12
A real street nigga will never ever call 12
Say it once again, trust God, fuck 12
A real street nigga will never ever call 12
Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop

[Interlude]
I’m down on that red, this right here gon’ get hard. Gon’ get hard. Every day I’m getting fucking harder, I am

[Outro]
Wop, fuck 12, Wop, fuck 12
Wop, Wop


[Intro]
Aggressive
Hah, grrrr, grrr, grrr
Hah, grrrr, it’s Wizzop, grrrr, hah
(Zaytoven)

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive

[Verse 1]
I’m Gucci Mane the legend I don’t fuck with you peasants
I’m too heavy to be petty, boy is you balling or begging?
Please stop calling me nigga cause I can spell not a second
I gives a fuck bout a record, I got a criminal record
These boys so scared of big Gucci, they make subliminal records
Most of these rappers is pussy, they making feminine records
It ain’t a nigga in the industry that I wanna meet
Your favorite rapper a sucker that’s not surprising to me
You can’t be talking to the police then try signing with me
I ain’t cosigning these niggas, I’m only vouching for me
I ain’t letting these soft ass niggas stand on no couches with me
You niggas wasn’t in no trap house stacking up ounces with me, pussy

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive

[Verse 2]
I’m a business of building the man with the millions
Used collateral damage cause boy you just a civilian
You’se a sheep in a wolf outfit boy you just a chameleon
And you blend in good but I’ll hurt more than your feelings
I’m a monster, a mobster, a contract killer
I’m a convict, a conman, an ex-drug dealer
I’m the bricks man, hit man, jack boy, kick man
Knock your door off the hinges, I hit big licks and
All my people like heaters, we don’t like features
We love each other but don’t like people
We crazy and violent and they can’t teach us
Preachers couldn’t reach us but the hoes gon greet us
Cause we balling on you suckers, bitch want more on the bleachers
You niggas real dick riders, male cheerleaders
And you can’t compete with Gucci so just follow the leader
Cause I’m still that boy from Zone 6 that might follow your Regal, pussy

[Hook]
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive
All this ice got me feeling aggressive
All this cash got me feeling aggressive
This drop top Rolls is so aggressive
It got these hoes getting so aggressive


[Intro:]
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Chorus:] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 1:]
Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch
Nigga got a lil cash but he ain’t’ got what I got
No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch
Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks
Gucci brought them bands out
You brought a lil cash out
Offsets they poke out
Interior smoked out
Homie you a peon
I’m riding European
Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Deion
Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn
My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on
In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded
Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 2:]
When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer
My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer
I’m in the club throwin hun done’s
Smokin outta onions
Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna
Gucci be fresh like first day of school
Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool
Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do
{?} Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew
Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci
And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee
And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually
Im super chillin but my money be the rudest

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)


[Intro]
Wop, money!
(Honorable C-Note)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Florescent lamps in my crib, providing life for my seeds
I’m a get money marine, I sent coke in submarines
Irrigation machines, hydraulic water machines
My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine
Cash machine on the dresser, machine gun with that compressor
Dope presser machine, I’m re-rocking everything
Claim I’m laundering money but where the washing machines?
They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine
In a futuristic whip look like a time machine
Old school dropped a lil one fine machine
Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine
Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine
Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine
So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine
And it’s placed parallel to the Carbon 15
With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam
The machine don’t make the man, the man make the machine
So many try to sabotage, can’t stop the regime
Call me ‘Wop the puppet master, I’m just pulling the strings
Screaming please don’t look at me pappy like American me
Take a tour with me a-down south, American G
Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets
With this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain’t get it from me
Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea
Yeah I got it for cheap but you can’t get it for free

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my, beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
8 figure niggas man
When I say boss I mean that, ya heard me?
I’m so fuck what I sold, my toilet seats solid gold
You should see my new palace cause that bitch bigger than Lowe’s
I’m a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the ceiling
Since Gucci came home bitches back in they feelings
I’m in Dubai on parole, I Abu Dhabi my hoes
If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul
100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn’t
50 grand to my bitch just cause her ex was looking
Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian
Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions
These pussies watching my Snap, they know that I’m strapped
On the road to the riches bitches I’m running my laps

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine, my, beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep
My money machine, my money machine
My money machine go beep-beep

[Outro]
Wizop, beep, racks


[Intro]
Ha, niggas Wop told
Guwop (Southside)
It’s that season, Wizzop
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook]
Came up in the hood lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Might break in your house, he a dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, old dirty lil nigga
Ain’t shaved ain’t bathed, dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
On the block for days, old dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Came up in the hood lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Might break in your house, old dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Ain’t shaved ain’t bathed, lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, lil dirty lil nigga
On the block for days, he a dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, lil dirty lil nigga

[Verse 1]
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Catch him in the city, bout 30 lil niggas
Keep a Coke full of lean, he a muddy lil nigga
Got a knife on a chopper, he’ll cut a lil nigga
He a bad lil jit with a bad lil chick
Tryna hit a big lick and come up fast real quick
Put a mask on quick then take your shit
Know these dirty lil niggas don’t play that shit
10 out of 10 got a tool on ’em
Tryna catch a sucker slipping with them jewels on ’em
Wolves foaming at the mouth, got drool on ’em
Young nigga with a bunch of tattoos on ’em
Got a Mossberg, Metro Boom on ’em
Like a nigga walking round with a poem on ’em
Catch a nigga with them bags then zoom on ’em
Fuck homework, see ’em then move on ’em

[Hook]
Came up in the hood lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Might break in your house, he a dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, old dirty lil nigga
Ain’t shaved ain’t bathed, dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
On the block for days, old dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Came up in the hood lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Might break in your house, old dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Ain’t shaved ain’t bathed, lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, lil dirty lil nigga
On the block for days, he a dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, lil dirty lil nigga

[Verse 2]
It’s something that we doing ain’t working nigga
Cause these lil niggas be murking niggas
Project baby, no father figure
Only 15 and he a father nigga
Spend all day tryna rob a nigga
20 lil jits and they mobbing with ’em
Lil bitty nigga with a big extendo
Don’t nobody want problems with ’em
Dirty lil nigga, he the runt of the litter
His dope fiend auntie was his baby sitter
Hard head mama can’t do nothing with him
But get on her knees and pray the streets don’t kill him
The streets don’t kill him then the law gon’ get him
Better listen to me kid, it’s a fucked up system
Y’all might don’t feel him but I damn sure feel him
Cause I was just in a jail cell fucked up with him

[Hook]
Came up in the hood lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Might break in your house, he a dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, old dirty lil nigga
Ain’t shaved ain’t bathed, dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
On the block for days, old dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Came up in the hood lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Might break in your house, old dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, he a dirty lil nigga
Ain’t shaved ain’t bathed, lil dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, lil dirty lil nigga
On the block for days, he a dirty lil nigga
Dirty lil nigga, lil dirty lil nigga


[Intro]
London
Wizzop

[Verse 1]
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
I’m a project nigga with a rich nigga dick
I got a hollywood smile, but I’m from zone 6
I stunt so fuckin’ hard I’m on my own dick
She think that she the shit because her man play for the Knicks
But my bitch keep turnin’ up cause her man pay for the bricks
If she make me cum real quick, I give the bitch a stack
Here’s a rack for you, a rack for her, give everyone a rack
I’m a gentlemen, a gangster, and a motherfuckin’ player
You a square, I’m La Flare, yeah the Multi-Millionaire
Million here, million there I got millions everywhere
All these rappers are my kids so I got children everywhere
Wop

[Hook]
These bitches wanna fuck when they see the ‘Wop
The club be goin’ up, when they see the ‘Wop
We pilin’ hoes in the truck, when they see the Wop
These niggas put they jewelry up when they see the Wop
You know some shooters on the bus, when you see the Wop
You know these girls start actin’ up, when they see the Wop
You know these boys start actin’ tough, when they see the Wop
The baddest bitches leave with us when they see the Wop

[Verse 2]
Baby say she wanna come stand where the G’s at
She gotta nose for it she know where the cheese at
But all that attitude you brought you need to leave that
Fuckin’ me’s a privilege, I don’t really need that
I can’t feed you bitch but I don’t need the feedback
Just tryna chill and get some head and lean my seat back
Most of these niggas broke, I know you probably peeped that
But if I said I had ten mill’ would you believe that
Think I’m the realest man alive I do believe that (its Gucci)
I’m leavin’ Onyx with two hoes that dance at Magic
I drop my top in less than two seconds, its magic
And if I don’t make a mill’ this month then its tragic

[Hook]
These bitches wanna fuck when they see the ‘Wop
The club be goin’ up, when they see the ‘Wop
We pilin’ hoes in the truck, when they see the Wop
These niggas put they jewelry up when they see the Wop
You know some shooters on the bus, when you see the Wop
You know these girls start actin’ up, when they see the Wop
You know these boys start actin’ tough, when they see the Wop
The baddest bitches leave with us when they see the Wop

[Outro]
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
Fuck that nigga, look at this nigga wrist
I said fuck that nigga, look at this nigga, wrist


[Intro]
Right on time (it’s Gucci)
Right on time (Ziggy)
Right on time (Zaytoven)

[Verse 1]
Got two hoes they flyin’ in, right on time, right on time
That thing just kicked in, right on time, right on time
See that pack just touched down, right on time, right on time
GuWop headed to your town, right on time, right on time
That lil freak done hit my line, right on time, right on time
I’mma hit that from behind, right on time, right on time
Can’t get that jawn off my mind, right on time, right on time
Why this lil monster so fine, right on time, right on time
I just wired a half a mill, right on time, right on time
Just so my roof could disappear, right on time, right on time
These hoes keep eating prescription drugs, right on time, right on time
Somebody give this bitch a seal, right on time, right on time

[Hook]
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Man I just walked in the club right on motherfuckin’ time
Right on time, right on time, right on time, right on time
Right on time, right on time, right on time, right on time
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Man these hoes done hit the club right on motherfuckin’ time

[Verse 2]
Right on time, right on time, Gucci back, it’s right on time
I forgot so many bitches man, I should’ve wrote them down
[?] can wipe my down right on motherfuckin’ time
And my watch so stupid icy I can’t even tell the time
These niggas lyin’ they commit a crime then they drop a dime
If you’se a man why don’t you bitch ass niggas stand up and do your time
Right on time, I’ma freestyle I ain’t got time to write a rhyme
So many want a feature that they done made a line
I know she yours but just for tonight I’m fuckin’ her like she mine
She give you pussy but she give me stomach, I’m one of a kind
Made her vomit, gush out like a comet, hit her in the eye
She a big girl she ask for more, man she didn’t even cry

[Hook]
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Man I just walked in the club right on motherfuckin’ time
Right on time, right on time, right on time, right on time
Right on time, right on time, right on time, right on time
Right on time, right on time, right on motherfuckin’ time
Man these hoes done hit the club right on motherfuckin’ time


[Intro]
Zaytoven!
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!

[Verse 1]
You know I’m a gangster I’ma need for you to pay for me
I know these niggas want you, I’mma need for you to wait for me
Love and loyalty, its not a day she goes unfaithfully
Cause cain’t nobody fuck you like me, yeah ain’t no replacing me
Girl you’re more than beautiful you put your trust in me
Know I keep that blammer on me, know I’m your security
Girl you got me invested in you, this is our community
Thankful for this opportunity, treat you like family
I can’t even explain it but lil mama bring out the best in me
I can’t break this shit off if I want to, it’s destiny
I can’t even explain it but lil mama bring out the freak in me
I’mma break her off in the back seat of my Bentley

[Hook]
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body

[Verse 2]
Baby you a goddess and I’m not being dishonest
I can’t even be modest, cause I’m in love with your body
You worth more than money and you taste sweeter than honey
Your walk is so hypnotic, you erotic plus exotic
People say I’m trippin’ I ain’t thankin’ bout these bitches
We can share my rise, I give a damn they say I’m trickin’
Super bad bitch need it, first time I just did it did it
I can turn you up I’m filthy, make you laugh I’m super silly
We can hold hands in Lenox
I don’t give a damn who with me
These haters need mind their business
Tell the valet bring my Benzes
Beg my pardon, this not Dolly
I’m the Trap God she the goddess
Good brain like she went to college
These hoes jellyfish she can’t be solid

[Hook]
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body
Do I love my bitch or am I in love with her body, body


[Intro]
Brrrr, Metro
Wop, hah
It’s big Gucci, Metro, Wizzop
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you

[Verse 1]
I put eight mill in my crib to inspire ya
When you worth like twenty mill the kids admire ya
When your rap sheet look like mine they won’t hire ya
But when you sign yourself like I did they can’t fire ya
You want your club so loud then put me on the flier (its gucci)
I’m on fire like Richard Pryor my price gettin’ higher
How you gon’ take my title drivin’ a car without a title
I’m whippin’ through rush hour Charlotte traffic in a spyder
Slide up on ya bitch like a race car driver
Dive off in that pussy like a deep sea diver
Niggas from my hood know me from cheap cheap powder
But niggas on your block say you’se a real weak coward

[Hook]
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin’ they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides

[Verse 2]
Fuck yo jam of the week I got grams on the street
So much money gave metro a hundred grand for the beat
So much ice around my bezel you can’t see, the Patek
I’m Felipe, in Felipe’s, with a freak, she petite
From the beach, to the street, from the street, to the suite
Put my bone in her mouth told her bon appétit
I done sold so many keys they should deport me to Belize
Cause I’m shining on these niggas like a desert with no trees
From the hat on my head to the shoes on my feet
Every garment on my body it come from overseas
In them ‘partments I was raised I sold like 50,000 P’s
You want Gucci on your song, that’s at least a hundred G’s

[Hook]
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin’ they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Six Flags Over Georgia, I got nine rides
High five, low five
I left them bitches hanging they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
Come go to Gucci World cause I got nine rides


[Intro]
(Listen to this track bitch)
Woah, Wop
Hah, Wop
Woah, sheesh
Burr, toy
Skrt, Wizzop

[Verse 1]
I take the good with the bad and the bad with the good
The plug sent the goods so I had to flood the hood
The plug sent the bag then I offed that too
That made me a bigger asset to the plug
But tell me how you feel when your plug tell on ya
Your partner in crime on thugs tell on ya
Talking 20 years, 30 years, 50 years
In the cell feeling drunk like you drunk 80 pills
Homicide though, genocide when I ride
When we die, only God knows where the bullets fly
In my Hummer truck, Will is coming through my car door
I had contract killers staying at my condo
Got a hole in your folk just to show I ain’t bluffing
Gotta vest up cause I sure ain’t ducking
Standing in the cold on the corner, flash O’s
Sold his soul to the devil for a Mac-11
100 bricks of pure coke, white like heaven
My Mexican copped the lick, connect doing confession
Sitting in the pin, son just turned seven
I progress then regress and this shit is getting depressing
But I count my stash ‘fore I count my blessings
And I load my weapon ‘fore I eat my breakfast
The streets keep talking and the snitches keep telling
Your whole life can change in a motherfucking second

[Hook]
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
You nincompoops so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo

[Verse 2]
I might manic, I go in ang panic, don’t see nothing but red
Off my millions I can’t sleep for days cause I hear voices in my head
This lil devil on my left shoulder say “shoot him in his dreads”
While an angel on the right whisper “just shoot him in the leg”
I admit that I might need some help, I guess I made a step
Man they think I need a shrink cause I fear God but don’t fear death
I’m so selfish, I bought 80 pints to drink ’em by myself
A swimming pool full of drank, I dive in like I’m Michael Phelps
Louis glasses, Ferragamo belt, I’m Gucci Mane XL
YSL with the new Gazelles that match my blue Chevelle
Bitches laughing like I’m Dave Chappelle cause I stay fresh as hell
Zone 6, Zone 6, you don’t like it? Kill yourself

[Hook]
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo
They playing games with me when they know that I’m a fool
Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I’ma shoot
You nincompoops, so rude-a-poo, you tuti-fruit, you through
I’m an animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I’m on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare, you prolly seen me on the news
Out the cage in a rage like I escaped out the zoo


[Intro]
When I was on drugs so bad, you know, I talked different
I was drinking lean like crazy everyday, I was out my mind

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

[Verse 1]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Diamond chains, tennis chains, assault rifles, gambling
Sellin’ dope and trickin’ folks that run in my family
My daddy was a alcoholic, momma she’s a junkie daughter
Cousin smokin’ crack, I guess she forgot all my aunt done taught her
Plus I got two brothers that I don’t know from addicted father
And all the pain I caused my mother, bet she wish she had a daughter
Sellin sets out my momma window, tryna’ get a new starter
Treat sun Valley like Decatur, mountain park like port Arthur
I know my family dysfunctional
So God please help these country folks
Tired and broke, in need of hope
Sheet rock, heroin, crack and coke

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

[Verse 2]
Gucci Mane a local joker man that nigga regional
And people won’t be happy til I’m confined to Georgia regional
The third week out of rehab he forgetting what they teachin’ him
Like why you smokin’ blunts and sippin’ lean and you a millionaire
Wrecked my yellow lamb, high on drugs I didn’t give a care
Smashed my black Ferrari two weeks later now it need repair
Demons in my ear, got me seein’ things wasn’t even there
People in my circle say they care, but they don’t really care
But I can’t blame nobody but myself, it starts with myself
Cause rap can bring you wealth but that wealth can destroy your health
Lookin’ in the mirror at myself, had to catch my breath
And tell myself that Gucci you a addict, thats the first step

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling


[Intro]
Yeah
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m not a fool
I just love that you’re dead inside
I’m lifeless, haha
Haan, yeah

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 1]
Talk about bread, God damn, got a whole lot
Said Pray to the one then niggas get to ball out
God damn, watch the ball work
Got rich, put ’em on work
Finish last nigga, ball first
Now curve bitches cold turkey
In the game nigga, no mercy
For the weak niggas
You feeling froggy than leap nigga!
Shoot the shepherd and the sheep nigga
From my head to my feet nigga
Countin’ millions before while I sleep nigga
High school to the league nigga
Pull up on them hoes, watch it fall out
‘Rari sittin’ low, gotta crawl out
If that pussy wet, never pull out
If that pussy good, buy the mall out
Sittin’ court side in my court case
Drinkin’ lean, poppin’ pills, heart racin’
Velvet rope, blue dot, all Ace
36 O’s, foundation
Word around town, I’m the man nigga
Breakin’ down work to the grams nigga
Whip it in the Pan nigga
Gettin’ money with the fam nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready

[Verse 2]
Aye, young nigga from the trap, bitch can’t trap me
Young cold nigga get money like an athlete
Now I’m straight like 12:30
Pussy clean, baby talk dirty
Need the work nigga, call early
Rap game sabotage and we gon’ burn it
Nigga cold murder
And I’m comin’ for ya head nigga
And I did what I said nigga
Mine get it how I live nigga
Go playin’ with the bread nigga
I blow off your dread nigga
Get the hoes sprayin’ nigga
From the bottom it was all I
Told your whole story, it was all lies
Drink and smoke till I fall out
Thought he get the bread and it’s all out
Nah nigga, jumped in the fire nigga
Still ridin’ with the fire nigga
Countin’ money, gettin’ high nigga
Praise due to the high nigga
But my niggas on set, I can die nigga
Started from the block nigga
I done earned my spot nigga
From the bottom, couldn’t see the top nigga
Coke Boy non-stop nigga

[Hook]
When I got the spaceship
Chop the top off, got the brain out
Smoke and drink, take her to the crib what the brain bout?
All my niggas playin’, we ain’t talkin’ what that bread bout
Smokin’ medication, got my bread right
Niggas try to stop us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Bitches try to trap us, we ain’t gon’ let ’em
Man we just get ready
Haah, we just get ready


[Intro]
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Yeah, aye
(Oh, let’s just make this moment last)
Pray to the most high
(Oh, this moment sure could change my life)
Coke Boy
(If this even stays ? remember us one more time)
Montana, Fraud
(I tried to hold it inside)
Haah
(So why are you happenin’?)
La Musica de Harry Fraud

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ I’ma fall off, what you smokin’?
Crib with the tennis court, got French open
Can’t stop us, top dollars, paparazzi
Liberace, money be the topic
Rappers smoke and mirrors, paper kinda light
I had Jhene Aiko, china white
Tommy Buns table with the young shooters
100 chains on, 51 Cuban
Word to Larry King but King David
This young king been gettin’ paper
30,000 feet, jet no turnin’ back
Number 30 fill the crocodile Burkin bag

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Verse 2]
Aye, four door lookin’ like four banks
You niggas ain’t sure and you sure ain’t
Who I bring the sun down, bring the sun up with
Marathon money, fuck you, who you runnin’ with
Smokin’ hydrophonics and Bora Bora
Young akh’ smoke chronic readin’ a Surah
You know they watchin’ your pockets if money be the topic
Nigga stop it, you ain’t build enough to stop ’em
Even though I spend to cop it I don’t call her mine
I don’t call her blind, it ain’t about the money it’s that storyline
Cause the same homies that gave you life
Friends turn to competition, they don’t like it
Tell ’em crabs I’m eatin’ lobster
Niggas askin’ me to Oscars
From the bottom with the same posse
Dappered down, I just want the paper
Biz Markie, shawty want the vapor

[Hook]
I’d rather be with you, you, you, you, you
I’d rather be with you, you, la, la-da-da
I’ve been gettin’ money, don’t play yaself (oh)
Hear you sneak talk, don’t play yaself (haah)
You know about me, don’t play yaself (oh)
Bein’ doin’ this here, don’t play yaself (haah)
She know bout me, don’t play yaself (oh)
I know about her, don’t play yaself (haah)
Been stuntin’, don’t play yaself (oh)
You niggas frontin’, don’t play yaself (haah)

[Outro]
Don’t play yaself
Do your motherfuckin’ homework
If you still in school dumb motherfucker
One thing for sure
And a million things for certain
We gon’ ball forever nigga
Just (?)
Coke Boy
Montana
Mac And Cheese, Fraud
You know what this is


Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

Runnin’ through them keys way before Khaled
Runnin’ with the pushas way before Malice
Word to the five, I’m the one like four minus
Caught her off the rebound, Ben Wallace, gave her four dollars
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
When it get hot, bodies start droppin’
Hit the strip club, told them hoes gon’ get the moppin’
Word to Diddy, we Cirocin’
Word to Biggie, we’ll be Pac-in’
I just bought Selena’s crib, I’m poppin’
I just told Drizzy, “Let me take Serena to the tropics”
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
Sittin’ high, 6 God cover
Tell them hoes get low, 6 God comin’

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

Pump, pump, pump it up
She got a good head on her, but I pump it up
I’m not a one hit wonder, they know all my stuff
You let me turn into the nigga that you almost was
I done seen a lot of shit and I done been in things
And I never started nothin’, I just finish things
And I’m sell off like the man that brought me in this thing
How you out here celebratin’ like the winnin’ team?
No, calm down, calm down
Shit ain’t how you think it is, take a look around
I’m supposed to be on a vacation right now
But I’m home wildin’, word to DJ Khaled
Back with another one
I’m steady droppin’ bombs on your head top
Been that way since I could make your bed rock
I’m on Bloor where you can’t shop
Bitch I just rapped and it went pop
Next move better than my last move
Your next move can’t erase your past moves
Took her out once she got attached to him
Ring, ring, click, I’ll get back to ’em
You don’t really want the views
You don’t want a snapshot of things goin’ on with the crew
You don’t wanna hear Not Nice did thirteen
And did another two for some other shit he didn’t do
Last week, bwoy dem runnin’ in the room
This week sold one point two
Yeah, it’s a Boucheron baby boy
Yeah, and I know Taraji like I’m baby boy
And I fuck with Weezy and I’m Baby’s boy
Yeah we the Army, better yet the Navy, boy

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

The birds want rings and tings, you know
But we’ll never take the bird shoppin’, you know
Still, you already done know
Big up, Six God
Haaaan, skrrt, skrrt!


[Intro]
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Wait for it, wait for it, right
Wait for it, wait for it, skrr
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie hey
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 1]
Used to dust ’em off and pass ’em to Chinx
Fuck me like an animal, I buy you mase
We ain’t work for that, nah we can’t do that
Black rose in the concrete grew where the pavement at
Two hoes want my eyes, be like “where the payment at?”
Two hoes, three dice, we was shakin’ that
It is what it is man, God rolled it
She gonna deep throat with her eyes open, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Talk about me and my bitch
Me and Cash in the Lamb’, we got two chains
Came from the bottom like loose change
Jumpin’ on these niggas, 23
She jabbin’ on these suckers for her fee
They know the dope real on the real though
She got her legs open like field goal, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
I came fresh cold out the strip, right
Keep it 100 with my clique, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch, right
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times

[Verse 2]
Dippin’ through the corners, gotta stick and move
Catch me in that trap, watch me make a move
Blowin’ hundreds like Chyna back in KOD
Sunday I’ma live, Monday hell week
Back to back Wraiths, bitch the Holy Ghost
Blowin’ smoke, sippin’ Hen’ till I overdose, yeah
Ciroc shots in the air
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
I’ma lie to the law, hand on the Bible
Straight fill the cash, clash me the title
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Besides the main bitch takin’ everyone
I’m dippin’ through the lane baby, and 1
Ciroc shots in the air

[Hook]
Don’t be talkin’ bout me or my bitch
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times, hah
If the pussy good, hit it two times
If the pussy good, hit it two times


[Intro]
Hey, yeah
Watch-watch-watch this

[Hook: French Montana]
Standin’ on the couch, we got it lit (yeah)
Scorin’ with your bitch, now that’s a swish (yeah)
It’s a movie every time our diamonds flick (every time)
Leave it up to me, this money I’ma get it (haah)
I’ma get to the money every night (oh)
When I see her I’ma hit her every night (oh yeah)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (oh)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I do it every time, do it every time
Diamonds blue, Carolina shinin’ every time
Top off while we smoke the weed up
Diamonds shine like (?) by the P’s
Hit it once and I’ma do it all over
Chargin’ double for the ounces, I’m ridin’ with the Cobra
If it ain’ the blue, I mixed the Henny with the soda
100,000 ones, watch them bad bitches clean it up
Every time I see her, she bust it open every time
When the feds hit you, you was tellin’ every time
When the cameras hit us, we was shinin’ every time
Pull up to the spot, Europeans every time

[Hook: French Montana]
Standin’ on the couch, we got it lit (yeah)
Scorin’ with your bitch, now that’s a swish (yeah)
It’s a movie every time our diamonds flick (every time)
Leave it up to me, this money I’ma get it (haah)
I’ma get to the money every night (oh)
When I see her I’ma hit her every night (oh yeah)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (oh)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Nothin’ but the truth in every line
I need all mine nigga, every dime
My diamonds dancin’, Kevin Federline
Who got the plug on the Britney? Never mind
What you know bout havin’ 60 for a kilo?
Told ’em give me two nigga like a free throw
Nothin’ but net baby, swish
Got that Smart Water on my wrist
See that California came with them horses
How bout you let me fuck your friend? That bitch is gorgeous
.40 on my waist, Avion and Ace
Full clip every time, we shootin’ out the Wraith, ay

[Hook: French Montana]
Standin’ on the couch, we got it lit (we got it lit)
Scorin’ with your bitch, now that’s a swish (that’s a swish)
It’s a movie every time our diamonds flick (every time)
Leave it up to me, this money I’ma get it (hey)
I’ma get to the money every night (every time)
When I see her I’ma hit her every night (every time)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (hey)
I throw it up, she bust it open every time (yeah)

[Outro]
Every time
Every time
Bling


Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
Oh my God, oh my God
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my God, oh my God
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’mma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My God, oh my God
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in ’cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my God, oh my God
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World’ll lay you down, made me down
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’mma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!


[Intro]
Hey friends, hey friend
Let me tell you a little story friend
Let your kick in the mouth
Let me tell the real story if you was put in the ropes
Brrp, stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up

[Hook]
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated, heated
He-he-he-heated, I’m heated
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
[Verse 1]
Go get the broom now sweep it up
Bump on the scene with the gangster lean
Bitch you in the major league, major league
Money ain’t a thing to me
Don’t complain to me
How she gettin’ next me
Pull up in the scene with the gangster lean
Bitch, shawty got things for me
I got my sandals, no socks
I ain’t payin’ for the box
I can’t sleep around
I don’t know where you found
Ass fat, gotta move around
All my life I done built it from the ground
Surround sound
Swim with the sharks shoulda drowned
She try to smoke my whole pound
Had to hit the Dogg Pound
Like wassup
I heard you put a needle through the condom
Tried to rob ’em

[Hook]
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, heated, heated
He-he-he-heated, I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated

[Verse 2]
Go get the broom now sweep it up
MC with the gangster plan
Bitch you gotta make the band
Bitch you might take the stand
Actin’ like you ain’t the gram
Man make the money, the money never make the man
Fall back, I’m cooler than a fan
Came up with a master plan
With nothin’ but sweat inside my hand
Brp, sick up, ha-haha, sick up
I ain’t trust a nigga
I fucked her through the zipper
Fuck police, try to hit me with a ticket
Heard my man hit her raw so I ain’t wanna lick her
Got a Coach bag but you ain’t no player
Take another pill bitch, stay up
All she wanna do is smoke
Bitch want blood, heard she fuckin’ with a locc
Hello, (?) like mellow
From the ghetto, Lamborghini yellow
What’s up
I know where I come from, I know where I’m goin’
And I can keep on flowing
I bet she stole cash in my pocket
I can’t knock it
Told me to take her to the tropics
Gotta get the biscotti

[Hook]
Cause I’m heated, heated, heated
I’m heated, heated, heated
He-he-he-heated, I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
I’m heated
Heated, heated, heated, I’m heated, please stop it
Cause I’m heated

[Outro]
Cause I’m heated
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Cause I’m heated
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
Stick up, ha-haha, stick up
I’m heated


My nigga on the road
They never told me
Montana

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
I ain’t even tryna talk ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin’
Still caught up in the streets
And the feds still knockin’
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It’d be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’

I chew your lil’ mup, I boot a nigga up
Got the snipers in the dually truck and we tooly’d up
I be tryin’ change my life , but a monkey on my back
I’ve been rollin’ all night, I got a monkey on my back
(Skrrr, skrrr)
All about the mula
Throw a hundred chains on, tryna cool her
I know a nigga blessin, ‘ pray to God
Soon as the flow hit my feet I’m getting high
Eyes bowleg, lookin’ crooked in the face
She keep lookin’ in her drink
Probably think the liquor laced
Nah bitch, I’m 1K
And I’m gonna keep it one-hund’ though
Biting down, ’bout to rip my tongue off

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
I ain’t even tryna talk ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin’
Still caught up in the streets
And the feds still knockin’
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’

Slidin’ in the Cutlass and you know I paint it candy
Then I pulled up in a bucket but I used to want to a Hemi
And I’m pouring up the ’round then I’m sippin’ on Remy
I ain’t fuckin with that white shit I’m throwed off Henny
Pull up to the back, black zac
Chief rockin’
And the Feds keep lurkin’ ’cause the boys keep talkin’
Ritz Carlton
Ran off on the plug about forty times
Forty niggas strapped, we the 49’ers
Bite downnnn, Karlton Hines
Got two twig bitches doing 69
Jump off to the mula and you know that
50 chains on, diamonds flashing like Kodak
I remember toting .38, now I got a semi
Could have been had a baby K
But I wasn’t ready
Shawty say she like my Larry pack
Thought I went to Cali
Nah baby I ain’t want the Wap, I just want the Fetty

It be hard to watch the cash when the bands keep droppin’
Got the big 40 on me so my pants keep fallin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
I ain’t even tryna talk ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
She ain’t tryna be a freak but them bands keep poppin’
Still caught up in the streets
And the feds still knockin’
It be hard to understand me my jaw keep lockin’
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’

(Ay, ay ay, ay, ay ay ay, skrr, ay, ay ay ay, ay, ay ay
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Bite down, bite down
It be hard to understand me ’cause my jaw keep lockin’
Ay, ay ay ay)


[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Verse 1]
Niggas chop, pop, (?), ain’t y’all worried bout it?
No baby mama’s, just kiss her, she ain’t gotta worry bout it
Good mornin’s apologies, she heard about it
Cat right there ain’t hard to feed ain’t scurred about it
Sittin’ right next to that dank of G’s
Try to iron all the shit out to like 20 creases
Me and my niggas go way back, got a million secrets
These days can’t go to sleep, get caught sleepin’

[Bridge]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Through with that ho
Check come I’m through with that ho

[Verse 2]
Got two bitches, 100 grand a piece
Slick Rick James, Mona Lisa
Once I cop the check she ain’t gotta lease it
I be thinkin’ bout my son like I gotta teach him
Man I fell in love for her mama rose
Once the check came I bought another road
Shit gotta paid, ah
Rent can’t be late, ah
You still my ho

[Bridge]
Once the check come I’m through with that ho
She’s still my ho
Check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m through with that
Through with that
I’m through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I’m Through with that
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I’m sippin’ lean just walkin’ by
I should never trust that ho
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else

[Hook]
I ain’t lovin’ you no more
When the check come I’m through with that ho
Man I’m tellin’ you
There ain’t nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Check come, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Wait watch, I’m through with that ho
Check come in, Weight Watch, I’m through with that ho
Nothin’ else you can do with that ho
Nothin’ else, nothin’ else


[Intro: Miguel]
Explicit for ya
I’m listenin’ explicit for ya
I’ll say it if you need it darlin’
I hear you callin’
Waitin’, waitin’
Why am I waitin’
I keep that Akira Kurosawa for ya
Never seen it realer
Never seen it realer dog
Keep that Akira Kurosawa for ya

[Verse 1: Miguel]
Say it if you mean it bae
You don’t gotta lie to me
All I want is real shit
You can just vibe with me
Tell me that you need it if you
Need it I can get it low
Know that I can’t get enough
Believe it baby

[Hook: Miguel]
Keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
I can paint the picture babe
You never had it so visual, visual
Explicit for ya
I’m listenin’ explicit for ya
I’ll say it if you need it darlin’
I hear you callin’
With your eyes, with your eyes

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Montana
You ain’t gotta lie to me
Shawty keep it real with me
Started from the ground with me
Now she on top of them hills with me
Blowin’ cash, till this money up
Standin’ on them couches while we like we on one, uh
Same niggas that front
Same niggas need a hundred
Same bitches that front
Same bitches that want it
Fuckboys we passin’
Cuban links we flashin’
Bright lights in action
Fly cars we crashin’
I keep hearin’ them voices
Gotta make them choices
Gotta pick your poison
Black, white, Rolls-Royces, haaaah
Baby so explicit for ya
Cause all that money can’t buy you love, Montana

[Hook: Miguel]
Keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
I can paint the picture babe
You never had it so visual, visual
Explicit for ya
I’m listenin’ explicit for ya
I’ll say it if you need it darlin’
I hear you callin’
With your eyes, with your eyes

[Outro: French Montana + Miguel]
Oh, yeah, you just got to show to me
I just want to know
Cause you glowin’ from a distance
Keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
Let me paint the picture, ha
Yeah, you just got to show to me
I just want to know
Cause you glowin’ from a distance
I keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
Let me paint the picture, uh
Baby paint the picture
I keep the Akira Kurosawa for ya
Never seen it realer
You ain’t never seen it realer uh


[Intro: Kanye West & Nas]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
(Yeah)
No matter how many times I’ve tried to you
I can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I never lied to you (Uh) I can’t
(Can’t lie y’all, he disrespected y’all)
No matter how times I’ve tried to you
I can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you, I can’t
Always on my mind, I can feel it now
Verse 1: Kanye West & French Montana
Uh, just like a nigga, go figure
Some shit they said they might never figure
Mo’ figures, more hating ass niggas
Mo’ commas, more hating ass problems

[Hook: Kanye West + We are the Take]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
No matter how much I’ve tried
No matter how much I’ve tried
Can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
Uh, no matter how many times I’ve, uh
No matter how many rhymes I’ve, uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
Always on my mind
Eh, I can’t lie to you
No matter how many times I’ve tried
I can’t figure it out
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Coming from the back block, posted like the backdrop
Rags to the riches, got rich bought the ragtop
Lot of homies died here, look at what the grind did
Put me in the same shoes, still do what Shyne did
More digits, more bitches, more riches
They don’t want no broke niggas
But don’t call them gold diggers
I don’t know, I don’t know, why I ain’t get the picture?
Why Cosby slipped her?
Why I fucked ‘em both when they said they sisters?
Why Eazy ain’t have the Magic?
Why AI never won a ‘ship?
And why God took Max and Chinx
And he ain’t take me when I got hit?

[Hook: Kanye West + We are the Take]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
No matter how much I’ve tried
No matter how much I’ve tried
Can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
Uh, no matter how many times I’ve, uh
No matter how many rhymes I’ve, uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
Always on my mind
Eh, I can’t lie to you
No matter how many times I’ve tried
I can’t figure it out
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah

[Verse 3: Nas & Kanye West]
Beyond Pérignon, the fame, the money
The Baccarat crystal that’s hanging from the ceilings above me
Hearing people whisper, screaming I’m lucky but trust me
Nothing come free, shawty tried to keep my son from me
Or I could be delirious to take life serious
Remain single forever, can’t wife nothing, period
I’m a G, I need privacy, media’s never kind to me
Niggas beefing on small time things, we on a dying spree
He disrespected y’all
Just like a nigga, go figure
He talking reckless, yo
I can’t accept it, yo
No matter how much I’ve tried
For the love of my people, I guess I’ll let it go
I can’t figure it out

[Hook: Kanye West + We are the Take]
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
No matter how much I’ve tried
No matter how much I’ve tried
Can’t lie to you, I can’t lie to you
I can’t figure it, I can’t figure it out, out
Uh, no matter how many times I’ve, uh
No matter how many rhymes I’ve, uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
I got it all in my mind, ah uh
Always on my mind
Eh, I can’t lie to you
No matter how many times I’ve tried
I can’t figure it out
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah
I can’t, I can’t lie to you, ah


[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)
*Spanish*

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 1: French Montana]
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choice make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like (?)
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy
Left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of PHILLY, represent the 215
24/7, 365, 211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 million way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy
Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy
Renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80, cause damage
God damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game
Flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil locc
What nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh


Part 1 – Chinx & Max

[Intro: Chinx]
That’s my nigga man, that’s my bro
I spoke to him last night, drunk out his ass
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Soon as you came home, took you on tour
Leave the streets, do whatever for you lil boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin’ in a rush
Now worse when you love somethin’ death can touch
Sometimes life hurt more than death homie
Locked up Max, took Chinx, I’m last one left homie
Told you Stack – died, did, done, lived that
You looked at me and laughed, you ain’t care
I remember we recorded I’m a Coke Boy
You lit the city up, I told you get that dough boy
I mean we both from the bottom with the same dreams
Why I felt the same rush when you copped your first V
Starin’ at my phone waitin’ for your phone call
I see your face every time I see your lil boy
Life pleasant, death peaceful
Transition
That’s the trouble some comin’ where I’m comin’ from
Why blood bleed memories nobody steals
Death leave heart ache, nobody heals
In my own zone drinkin’ till I’m feelin’ woozy
Knowin’ I’ma die, remind me there ain’t nothin’ to lose

[Interlude: Max B]
It’s some real shit right here, yeah. I feel like he feels as far as far as not being able to have your nigga there, me, Chinx and shit. Always know this B, you’re blessed. You know I’m sayin’? And all you gotta do when you feel like that, look at my situation, you know I’m sayin’? Think of my situation nigga

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Damn how to start this off
One time to the boss don, coke wave boss, damn
Gave my nigga seven-five, damn
They tried to kill my dog alive
Wavy, it’s a law fightin’ for your life
We live like it no tomorrow, I pray for you at night
Time flyin’, it’s been 7 years
While time flies fake friends disappear
Fast money, fast cars, lived it to the most
Penthouse, Zach, Chinx, Max, nobody close
Told you focus on the money, fuck the problems
But once you hit the Henny, you the wildest
Remember when you finger popped the jon, found a condom in her?
And you still hit her?
You crazy
They thought I was done when they locked you up
Haha, turn the city up
Tried to bury us but didn’t know we were seeds
International superstars overseas
Despite all our obstacles, against all odds
Keep your eyes on the prize and your faith on God
Every week talk to your mother
I see your baby boy gettin’ older
Until you get the appeal we gon’ fight homie
Spit that Coke Wave Boys for life homie
Montana

[Outro: Max B’s mother + (French Montana)]
(Just say a prayer for us, you ready ma?)

Oh father God we come to you right now. To bring Karim, aka French Montana, and Charlie aka Max B. Bring them both to the altar, lord God, I give this to you. I give this to you, look (?), to keep him safe as I know that you do each and every day lord God. We ask you to give them wisdom, to use in a good way, lord God that will help them in their future — concernin’ their children, their children’s mothers, for their children are the future and their children’s children are the future future

So father God, we ask you lord God to anoint their music, anoint their thoughts, their dreams, their aspirations, oh God. And to speak to them always oh God as we know that you do but let them know lord God that when you’re speaking to them that you already spoke to them and that you always speak to them. It’s just a matter of them listening. So father God we ask to carry them through both separate situations under two different circumstances, lord God

And we ask you in your son’s name lord God to allow them to apply whatever it is they need to apply in their life, lord God, to make it better for them. And better for the music world, lord God. In this we say, we pray, amen

(Thank you ma, hold on for a second ma)
You like that one?
(Yeah I loved that one ma)
I want to say one more thing

______________________________________________

Part 2 – Paid For

[Intro]
Max, Chinx
Think about the times
Think about you some times
Think about the dimes
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Know sometimes I’m goin’ under

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 1: Max B]
Ayo, spark them phony fucks from deep
I’ma put them fucks to sleep
Quarter million in my jeans
These bitches praise my dick
Penthouse, he in that six (oww)
We in this bitch
They raided on my cuh
They takin’ all my bucks
They be rapin’ all my sluts (oww)
Ayo, Maxie don’t like him
They got me all tightenin’
Even papi got that 10
Yeah I hit you niggas with that shotty pump
Leave you on that potty slump
Shittin’ on yourself
I put them bitches in the ground
I flip them with the pound
I’m empty, I need another round

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Verse 2: Chinx]
Look these niggas wishin’ on a fallen star
Double park the Vanquish and hop into a different car
We spend money like a whirlwind
Chinx Drugz don’t crack, smack a nigga heroin
Your girl went down and never came up
These niggas need to hang up
Three Jewish lawyers on retainer
These liars never tell the same story twice
Been a sucker all your life
Yellow gold stones dancin’ off the lights
Fuck your life
These niggas ass bent with life
Don’t touch the dice
Never felt the fire till you touched it twice
What’s the price?
Kush burnin’, cruise control
Everyday’s a big game for me like the Superbowl

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
Wanna see you smile
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Bridge: French Montana & Max B]
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes
Awo, thinkin’ bout the time
I think about you sometimes

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Uh, thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even sleep
Man thinkin’ bout you, couldn’t even speak
All the confusion had me in the Mosque Friday night
Tryna find a peace of mind but couldn’t find a piece of mine
Moral to the story, the story got no morals
Cause the real gon’ struggle while the suckers get the glory
It’s a new day, she trippin’ off a D’usse
Try and hit me with the lemonade when I met her drinkin’ Kool-Aid
Tryna be rich and famous
Showin’ up to court twistin’ fingers
If rap was a sport, we was ringers
Gotta lose it all just to make it
God giveth, God taketh, strip you naked
Shake the devil, get the cake

[Hook: French Montana]
You won’t hustle
Everything is paid for
She bust it open like I paid for it
Baby tell me what you came for
Make sure you won’t leave without
(Fraud you a motherfucker)
Wanna see you smile
(Max)
Do it, don’t try
Designer shit, wanna see you fly
(Chinx)
Live it up, thinkin’ bout the time

[Outro: French Montana]
Oww, thinkin’ bout the time
(Miss you my nigga)
I think about you sometimes
(CB for life)
Ow, thinkin’ bout the time
(Wave god, MC4, Zach)
I think about the time
Think about you sometimes
(La musica di Harry Fraud)
I think about dyin’
Haanh!


[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the backseat of my hmmm

[Verse 1: Ari Lennox]
Oowee these fellas can’t mind their business
You spank it so they know I’m taken
They don’t wanna up this crazy
Ooh we gon’ steam up this parking lot baby
[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the backseat of my hmmm

[Verse 2: Ari Lennox]
They might suspect, but who gon’ check me
Ooh ooh this car is getting foggy
The brown skin all on my body
The brown skin done drive me crazy

[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the back seat of my ride
Won’t you hit it how I like
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the back seat of my

[Verse 3: Cozz]
Look, there’s nothing to complicate
Ain’t no need for conversation
I’m sure that your body got a lot to say
You know that I brought a plate
Cause you told me you only work from 6-to-9
Wait you know I’m off at 8
I’m tryin’ to contemplate and concentrate on where to take your ass
I think I got a place, backseat of my car
I ain’t got a place, but baby you’re my
Thoughts have been nasty
I wanna smash me a bad piece
Introduce her whole face to my family
You ain’t gotta ask me what the plan be
The condom plan A, without one, plan B
Fill up your damn jeans
Finna know baby I spill that damn cheese
No hands, I use my teeth and pull down your panties
Then focus on that sweet thang, open your pantry
I admire her for her, I would hire her to twerk
I’m not inspired to search for nobody else
That gushy too gucci, gushy way flyer than a purse
The way we grinding in this backseat, hope these tires ain’t gon’ burst
Swear to God

[Bridge: Ari Lennox]
Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead
I want it now
Love me no doubt while I steam up your ride
I want it now
Who needs a bed when there’s a hooptie instead
I want it now
Love me no doubt while I steam up your ride
I want it now

[Chorus: Ari Lennox]
Won’t you hit it how I like (Revenge)
Would you hit it in the back seat of my ride
And I know it’s risky baby
But I want it in the back seat of my hmmm


[Verse 1]
And she said
You a God damn lie
I ain’t mean to say that shit girl I was God damn high
So we left the crib now we in the God damn ride
She lookin’ God damn fine
I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth
But she want the God damn skies
List of my problems
Got this one on my line that won’t stop fucking callin’
It’s crazy I made her that way
Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face
Like why you do that
Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space
Why you do why you do that
Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing
Why you do why you do that
I can’t explain it but just know it working for me
She text me I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
But how the fuck can you hate me
When I ain’t did shit, but be the real thing
She know I’m the real, that’ll never change
I never been the one, to try to explain
While you catch them feels imma sip on this drank
It’s easing my brain

[Hook]
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank

[Verse 2]
Now I’m like
It’s a God damn shame
We done crashed we done burned
But baby you the God damn blame
See I wanted love but you wanted God damn fame
Every God damn thing
I wanted a bitch who was on the move
But you want to God damn lay
List of my problems
Got this one in my bed and she just wants to sleep
Fucking up all of the sheets
She only wake up to eat
Do this shit every week
Like why you do that
Crying you want to be great, but sleepin’ until the next day
Why you do that
Don’t got that much in the bank, we go out she order the steak
Why you do why you do that
She can’t explain it but just know it working for her
She claiming she down on her luck, but really she don’t give a fuck
And I cannot make this shit up
And I ain’t did shit, but be the real thing
She know I’m the real, that’ll never change
I won’t be the one, to try to explain
While you catch them feels imma sip on this drank
It’s easing the pain

[Hook]
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
I got real shit to stress about girl I ain’t worried bout shit
Remember that I tried to build ya now I ain’t worried bout shit
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank
So I found me a new thing I’m not as lost as you think
Got plenty queens in my hometown all they need is drank and that dank


[Verse I]
Can you hear me when I pray for you
Never knew tears could make an ocean blue
Fear of forever is a door that I don’t want closed, closed

[Pre-Chorus]
Pictures and pictures of the smile I remember
This just can’t all be true
[Chorus]
I hope he makes the biggest mistake
The unforgivable that makes your heart break
I hope you tell him “sorry is just not enough”
And it goes from good to bad, so I can have you back

[Verse II]
So many memories tells how long it’s been
And I accept the blame as to why you’re with him
He wouldn’t approve of us just being friends
Please, that’s all I need

[Pre-Chorus]
Out of respect I back away for a while
Promise to keep me in mind

[Chorus]
I hope he makes the biggest mistake
The unforgivable that makes your heart break
I hope you tell him “sorry is just not enough”
And it goes from good to bad, so I can have you back

[Bridge]
There is nobody like you
(So I can have you back)
Without you, I don’t know what to do
The love you gave to to me
I’m using it to breathe
I know you think I’m wrong
But it keeps me holding on, to you
Keeps me holding on, to you

The love you gave to to me
I’m using it to breathe
I know you think I’m wrong
But it keeps me holding on, to you
Keeps me holding on, to you

[Chorus]
I hope he makes the biggest mistake
The unforgivable that makes your heart break
I hope you tell him “sorry is just not enough”
And it goes from good to bad, so I can have you back


Pull up with my dawg, you set things happennin’
Girl, you know you got it,
I said girl you know you got it
What’s your name? Your size? I want your body
Uuh, I want your body, I said uuh, I want your body
Gang never seen, I said, gang never seen
Changes, changes prove, keep it a hun though
Why don’t you fuck with your man, and have some fun though?

Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah, woosah, just take it easy
Yeah yeah
Slow down
You know
Don’t fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah
Fuck, fuck with me
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah yeah
Fuck, fuck with me

Can hit the floor, or we can stay in the crib
Girl, I’m a whole body it is what it is
Go sit your pretty ass down right there, right there
We’ve got haters on the side, right there
But that’s the cause, baby girl
Just be cool with it
[?] and I know what to do with it

Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah baby, woosah, just take it easy
Oooh ooh oh oh,
Woosah, just woosah, take it easy
Yeah yeah
Slow down
You know
Don’t fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Banger
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah
Fuck, fuck with me
Fuck, fuck with me
Yeah yeah
Fuck, fuck with me


[Verse 1 – Kehlani]
I will say I’m a believer in letting people be people
If you’re humble or conceited, I’ll still see you as equal
I don’t be taking the defensive to how the devil be working
I know that god is my witness, fulfilling my purpose
I’ve been a real down to Mars chick, at the bar chick
I’ll pick up your 3am call s**t
Love and basketball chick
I move your car chick
Late night trip to Target

[Hook/Chorus]
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table

[Verse 2 – Kehlani]
I know I’m not no messiah, and I am far from a prophet
But if the earth set on fire, I think I know how to stop it
I’m not afraid of opinion, I know the devil be working
I just keep up with my focus and keep my nose in these verses
I’ve been a real down to earth chick, never surface
I pick a backpack over a purse chick
Never at ya service, here for your worstest
Ha, don’t I sound perfect?

[Hook/Chorus]
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table
I know what I bring, to the table, to the table

[Verse 3 – Little Simz]
I try my best to be loving and give my all when it’s needed
I make the most of my time, and try to learn all the teachers
Don’t take my kindness for weakness
Steady dealing with madness
So I pick up my chalise, ’cause what’s life without balance?
Too much s**t on my mental, don’t pretend like you get it
You would call me a medic, if you knew where my head is down
If you knew where this led-ed, all my vices are deaded
If you know what I’m going through, why the f**k would you stress me?
Take me back to the basics
Understanding what’s worth chasing
‘Cause time is of the essence, get me out the matrix
I pick my battles and win
You can’t relate where I’ve been
I don’t say much, ’cause I don’t need much in this world full of sin
Body and soul is detached, and my heart’s got a patch
You can’t drive without looking and then expect not to crash
But I know what gave me purpose
I’ll take my time ’til it’s king
And I’ll take a seat at the table, because I know what I bring, know what I bring