[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man




[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh
Wheezy beats
This money turnin’ me on
(Yo, turn me up bro)
Misery, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (woo)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Music all in my ears
Instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers
I’m in a condo popping seals
I got po-po’s in my rear
I bought CoCo with my deal
I missed a couple shows with my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the head
You know I got you in my whip
It don’t matter if it don’t work out
Man I know you with me for real
You helped me balance my skills
You helped me over the hill
You got my mind right when I was thinking ’bout going and go kill
Young lil’ nigga popping shit
High school, I played quarterback
I ain’t never had to hit a lick
Never had to touch a nick
Never had to risk shit
But this wealth, cause if you played then it’s death

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
Give a couple bands to the woa
Jet to Miami with some zoes
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
Hunnid fifty thousand for a show
On the east or the west coast
On the east or the west coast, ayy
Every night I snuck my way outside
Started skipping school and I snuck up on a ride
My brother in law let me shoot a choppa when I was five
Ever since that day, man I been riding ’til I die

[Chorus: Young Thug]
This money turnin’ me on, ayy, this money turnin’ me on
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hunnids got a nigga gone (far gone)
Three hundred racks for a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor
Having a private party, you know how it go


[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous]
Right now, oh
Ooh yeah
Ooh, woah, ooh
Oh I like this
Hitmaka
Ooh, woah, ooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Fabolous & both]
I got money on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Talk to ’em Dolla $ign
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (yeah)
Ooh ooh yea
Let me tell ’em what I told ’em
Ooh ooh yea

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
What you want, what you want, bae?
Order like restaurants, bae
What’s a snack to an entrée?
Bought a Ghost just to haunt, bae
Know you ain’t a saint but you can get some Saint Laurent, bae
Know you smoke blunts but you been looking like a joint, bae
And I wanna hit it
Make sure you got it when they couldn’t get it, ooh yea
You coming with it
You always doing it, they never did it, ooh yea
Big mad or they lil’ mad
Drop a big bag on a lil’ bag, that’s too much for a new clutch
Came through for you I’m too clutch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Penthouse in Miami just to take you down, yeah, yeah
I Patek your wrist and I Philippe your Chow, yeah, yeah
Let’s go to the mall and ball like 80 thousand
All that ass clapping girl you know you childish
Who? Who [?] your name? (yeah)
Who bought you Alexander Wang? (Wang)
[?]
Kenzo, Gucci, Hermes and drop top in a Rari
I’m just sayin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & both]
I get bag after bag
Let the money talk for me I ain’t never have to brag, ooh yea
In my bag, in my duffle
So you know it’s gon’ be different when I cuff you, ooh yea
I might Rolex your left, yeah
Cartier your right, yeah
My city don’t sleep we can party there all night, yeah
Champagne for breakfast, bad bitch for lunch date
Really we just out here tryna function

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I got on my mind, ooh yea
I get bag after bag, ooh yea
Saint Laurent, Goyard, ooh yea
Shut the pie, you can charge, ooh yea
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr, yeah, yeah)
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr), hmm
Ooh ooh yea (skrr, skrr), yea, yea
Ooh ooh (skrr, skrr)


[Intro: Pitbull]
Now let me take you from Miami, the pineapple
To New York, the big apple
Now let’s escape, darling

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
Guess who’s back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sure
I still got the ship escape
Still the Godfather
Still el Padrino, you know
After dog, and kiss a little loose
A lotta bout 3-0-5, no goose
A straight walk a straight line, no juice
Catch me on top of that ya, no roof
Travel around the world like it’s a new sport
Move and escape to New York
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Wooo
Guess who’s back? Yours truly
Mr. Independent, welcome to the new me
Nothing like freedom I’d love to be free
A world takeover, times three
Hardest working man in the game, that’s me
He’s done, he’s over, he’s finished, let’s see (yeah right)
You clearly don’t know me
Mami wanna have some fun, mami show me
Mami wanna party, I poured her some Voli
She said I remember you at [?]
I said baby that’s the old me
Ahora ven aqui mami, dame un beso
Tu sabe que te gusta, deja eso

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time
Baby girl, how you so fine?
Tonight you gon’ be mine (be mine)
Tonight, tonight
We gon’ have us a real good time (good time)
Baby girl, how you so fine? (so fine)
Tonight you gon’ be mine (that’s right)

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free

[Hook: Theron Theron]
Go like kambo, take me down low down low
Party tempo, to the congo
We’ve been drinkin’, making right decisions
There’s no limit, everybody’s singing

[Chorus: Theron Theron]
Party jumpin’, until the morning
Feeling free, free, free
Hands keep waving, we misbehavin’
Feeling free, free, free
Cause ain’t nobody ready to go home
We gon’ keep it going all night long
Yeah, party raisin’, so hard time crazy
Feeling free, free, free


[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin on bum
I just been smokin the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Verse: 1]
Came in this bitch with a couple of shooters, you with niggas beefin’ over computers
Baby I’m tellin’ you, your man a loser
Come this way, I know you be choosin’
Come this way, I know he gon’ lose you
Pop Champaigne, and do Codeine, sometimes cocaine
On the way to the bank
You the, You the best that I ever had bitch, no Drake shit
I know I can get the pussy wet, no lake shit
Fuck all night, take percs by the cases
Get so high, I don’t hear what she sayin
Somethin’ ’boutta moon sign, somethin’ ’bout a leo
I’m thinkin’ of a orgy, I’m thinkin of a trio
She’ll only cheat on me if you speak creo
Lost in Miami, gotta find her like nemo
Old dude, probably put (?) on her
Not surprised
Hope she ain’t try to put who on me
I’m not the guy
She don’t know what I do with my dark R
It’s when I’m higher

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I was just smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I was just smokin’ the flavor, you was just smokin’ on nun
I’m finna pour up a four, you finna pour up a one
You finna pick up a fist, I’m finna pick up a gun
I just been smokin’ on piss, you was just smokin’ on bum
I just been smokin’ the flavor, you ain’t been smokin’ on nun


[Intro]
Here we go
Yeah

[Verse]
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it’s not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
She not my lover like Billie Jean, but the kid is mine
Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
And all it took was one time
Shit, we only met two times, two times
And both times were nothin’ like the new times
Now it’s rough times, I’m out here on front lines
Just tryin’ to make sure that I see him sometimes
It’s breakin’ my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I’m embarrassed to tell ’em I ended up as a co-parent
Always promised the family unit
I wanted it to be different because I’ve been through it
But this is the harsh truth now
Fairy tales are saved for the bedtime stories I tell you now
I don’t want you worry about whose house you live at
Or who loves you more or who’s not there
Who did what to who ‘fore you got here
Now, look, I’m too proud
To let that come between me and you now
Realize I gotta think for two now
I gotta make it, I better make it
I promise if I’m not dead then I’m dedicated
This the first positive DNA we ever celebrated
I can’t forget the looks on they faces
Got the news in Miami that now we all now got ones that we raisin’
Tell Gelo bring some, uh, Rosé and Baccarat out
For our cheers to the next generation
But this Champagne toast is short-lived
I got an empty crib in my empty crib
I only met you one time, introduced you to Saint Nick
I think he musta brought you like twenty gifts
Your mother say you growin’ so fast that they don’t even really fit
But man, you know
I still had to get it for my boy though, you know
You haven’t met your grandfather yet, that nigga a trip
He probably coulda did stand-up
Yeah, but at the same time he’s a stand up
And that’s how you gon’ be when it’s time to man up
October baby for irony sake, of course
I got this 11 tatted for somebody, now it’s yours
And believe me, I can’t wait to get a hundred more
Sorry I’m ventin’, tryna cover ground
They said that in two weeks you’re supposed to come in town
Hopefully by the time you hear this
Me and your mother will have come around
Instead of always cuttin’ each other down

[Bridge]
God willin’, I got a good feelin’
You got a good spirit
We’ll talk more when you hear this
My G

[Outro]
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
No one to guide me, I’m all alone
No one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man
I’m all alone, no one to cry on
I need shelter from the rain
To ease the pain
I’m changing from boy to a man


[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
Stop that movement, stop that movement
Y’all can’t move me, this my movie
Y’all can’t stop me, ya’ll too sloppy
Carbon copied, carbon
Same thing, in a room
Sittin’ by myself, findin’ heaven soon
Many things that will trouble you
Look beyond for a feelin’ like you never knew
Reachin’ out huntin’ for the truth
I guessin’ I’m just sick of runnin’
All this time searching hard for somethin’
I can hear the angels comin’

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Well it took me long enough to rap on this strong enough
Paid this sh*t just gon’ give up
Cause Ye just gon’ live up to everything
That sucks to you and that’s never enough
Thought I’d be clever enough to give up while I’m ahead
I like breakfast in bed but I love breakfast and head
For anybody who said that I was better off dead
Told ’em, “don’t ever believe nothin’ that you ever read”
Got a Bible by my bed, oh yes I’m very Christian
Constantly repentin’ ’cause yes I never listen
Don’t like bein’ questioned and don’t like bein’ less than any a competition in any of my professions
So I gotta guess then, I gotta stay the best man
What else you expect from, uh, Mr. West man
Painted from Western, space like a relative
Bet you ain’t see it, man, call on the telephone
And when they see you they say “Damn you got hella grown
Always thought you’d make it but damn now you hella known
Let’s address some topics that I can embellish on”
How we made enough bread for us to put some relish on
I’ma rellish on the fact vibing on the future
Ultralight building in the building by amateur
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Spirit, moving around, just moving around
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
Spirit, yeah that’s the king

[Bridge: Yasiin Bey]
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Places and spaces
Civilization, without society
Power and wealth with nobility
Stability, without stasis
Spaces and places

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts, ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown for the clouds, movin’ around
Yeah that’s the king
And what’s a crown to the clouds, movin’ around


[Verse 1]
Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
(Yo we going to Florida)
Triple weight
Couldn’t weigh the love I’ve got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain’t been going to work
Boss ain’t working you like this
He can’t take care of you like this

[Hook]
Now you’re lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Verse 2]
Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it’s Versace
(There he goes, one of God’s own prototypes)
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
(Too weird to live, too rare to die)
No I don’t really wish
I don’t wish the titties would show
Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught?

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Bridge]
She’s at a stove (huh!)
Can’t believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope)
I promise she’ll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
No, nothing wrong (ain’t nothing wrong) with a lie (ooh, ooh)
Nothing wrong (nothing wrong)
With another short plane ride (ain’t nothing wrong)
Through the sky (up in the sky)
You and I (just you and I)

[Hook]
Lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost

[Outro]
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost, lost?
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost


[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 1]
Fast ass two-door parked up the street
Hope you don’t try it, I’ll up the piece
Went to Miami and hit STORY
My bitch on a OG gas diet, just weed, no meat (ooh, ooh)
Dirty ass pop (ooh), shook it with the top (top)
Drinkin’ while I shop, took it with two yops (yops)
Make the coupe fast just to get way from the cops (cops)
Your bitch is popped, motor non-stop (stop)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)

[Verse 2]
Lean 650, I up the kit (fiend)
Hope you ain’t kiss her, she sucked my dick (ooh)
Let my mans fuck her, I set the pick
Up until the bitch started fussin’, it didn’t get shit (shit shit)
Might but a Jag (Jag), if it not the Bent (Bent)
How much for it cash (cash), I wasn’t tryna rent (rent)
Smoking strong gas (gas), I done just went through a zip (zip)
Bought a four pack (pack), did it just to flip (flip)

[Chorus]
Walked out Gucci then crossed the street (fuck it)
Upset stomach, I had to eat (ooh)
Walked in Louis and spent six Gs (fuck it)
Ran out of Swishers to stuff the weed (ooh)
Walked in Shell (ooh), flamed up a L (ooh)
Bumpy Margiels (ooh), feel like braille (ooh)
Dirty ass ginger ale (ooh), came through the mail (ooh)
I fucked your girl (ooh), in the hotel (ooh)


(feat. Pusha T)

[Intro]
Rio
Rio
Hahaha

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 1: Valee]
I had took a zip in the airport, I needed it (fuck it)
Bought a caesar salad and I put the weed in it (yeah)
Tequila and lime taste like it’s seaweed in it (yeah)
Poured a eight of slime, I’m finna put some tea with it (yeah)
Since I’m in the foreign, I keep 93 in it (yeah)
Bitch, your head boring, so you get a D in it (yeah)
I hopped on the Boeing, it was three more seats in it (yeah)
Gucci flip-flops on, I just slid my feet in ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Look, I just called Ferrari, told them build me one (skrt)
Six months for the wait, even with the ceiling gone (too true)
I’m still selling weight, Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Push)
Narcos still lives, even with Pablo gone (yuugh)
His and hers Chanel Pharrells, ain’t no other parallel
40K to ride this wave, on it like a carousel
Cartier, Cartier, Collins Ave, Ocean Drive (Push)
Ball hog but ball harder, that’ll make her open wide (ooh)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Outro: Valee]
Rio
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)


[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Know I’m in Miami right now, this the Miami section, it’s real
It’s the L.A. section [?]
Man, my niggas [?]
We on that gang shit, [?]
We on all that flashin’ too
They rock with [?]
Put Maison Margielas on, we callin’ the caps

[Verse]
I rock that Gucci shit and Prada (ayy)
Hit the scene lookin’ like a million dollars
I was dead broke, made no excuses
Fuck, nigga, I don’t wanna hear about it (’bout it)
I was on the block, you ain’t care ’bout it
When they killed Rock you ain’t care ’bout it (care ’bout it)
Now I’m on top, tell me how, nigga lookin’ for me
Turn my phone off on everybody
Since then [?] b’s, b’s
[?] up with a red lighter
Keep your bitch on her knees
She ain’t got potential to wife her but fuck it, I head like it (woo)
Bitch ain’t fuckin’, why you on my bed like it?
[?] tonight, she ‘a get excited (bitch)
When the cops come, yeah, you better hide it (bitch)
Bitch, don’t come here ‘less you’re invited (bitch)
Yeah, it’s that nigga again, now that nigga again back on business again, ayy
Handle your business, young man, how you do all that shit independent, and win? Ayy
Count up them digits again, every month I get residuals in
Here for the hustlers, stack all the shit that come in, and take care of your mama (take care of your mama)
Take care of your children, take care of your nigga, stay out that drama (for real)
Go watch everybody, the moment they do somethin’ funny, then fuck it (for real)
Nigga run up on you, then buck it (for real)
Kill a fuck nigga, it’s nothin’ (ayy)
Wanna rob with me? It’s nothin’
Ran it up, a milli with nothin’ (with nothin’)
I don’t cooperate with the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’ (I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’)
I’ma blow this bitch in public, fuck it
Yeah, it ain’t no discussion
I ain’t with none of the bluffin’
I ain’t with the yellin’ and arguin’, fightin’ and tussin’ (yeah)
I’ma just up, get the buster (buster), buyin’ out whatever, who want it? (who want it?)
Nigga want smoke, we on it (we on it)
I don’t never see no opponents (I don’t never see no opponents)
That’s how I always got what I wanted
That’s why I spent racks when I want it (spent racks when I want it)
Nigga reach for my PC, get gunned (get gunned)
I dare a fuck nigga who wanna? (wanna, yeah)
And I put in work by my lone (my lone)
Get put on a shirt if you wanna (get put on a shirt)
Whole lotta haters, I know it (I know)
Wish I still had work on the corner (wish I had work on the corner)
I [?] problem is money (money)
In the stu’, gotta look twenty [?] (gotta look twenty [?])
In the field gotta watch for the phonies
Kobe told me to watch for the homies
Know right know I just gotta stay focused (stay focused)
Dip for somethin’ on the block for the homies (uh)

[Chorus]
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)


[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building


[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home


[Enrique Iglesias:]
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She moving like a gypsy (gypsy, gypsy)
Her body got me tipsy
I should take a step back, fall back
This girl got me feelin’ risky
She ready for the taking
And I got the motivation (yeah!)
‘Cause when you see her dance there’s a chance
You might not come home from vacation

[Pitbull, Enrique:]
And if you look you’ll fall in love
She got that ass, she make it clap
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Hook: Enrique]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah!
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Enrique:]
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, we gon’ party
Freakin’ every weekend, baby, we just getting started
Y síguete moviento que todo’ te ‘tán viendo
Damn, you got me, girl, that body’s built like a Bugatti

[Pitbull, Enrique:]
And if you look you’ll fall in love (fall in love)
She got that ass, she make it clap (make it clap)
She’ll leave you shook
And now you hooked (now you hooked)
The way she dance
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Hook: Enrique]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah!
(Yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami

[Pitbull:]
What happens in Miami, never happened
She said “No hands”, booty still clapping
She wanna be Eve, baby, here’s an apple
Welcome to the booty shakin’ capital
M I A!
Where the mamis off the chain
Where the mamis get loose
Where the mamis don’t play
Where their body’s like “Boom!”
Where their booty’s like “Bang!”
Ya tú sabe’, man

[Enrique, Pitbull:]
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
She gon’ make you
She gon’ make you move
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Yeah!
Uh yeah!
(Yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami
Uh yeah!
(Uh, yeah)
She gon’ make you move to Miami

She gon’ make you move to Miami


[Intro: Bebe Rexha + Nicki Minaj]
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
(This is a star studded collaboration)
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
I’m Nicki Minaj, that’s Bebe, let’s go

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
We going straight to Miami
Hop on a plane don’t need no plans
Shining so hard like a Grammy
Forget all the players what they did
We gonna be buying the drinks, we gonna be buying the drinks
Line up the bottles, line up the models, we gonna forget everything

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel a thing, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha]
We gonna do it real biggie
Sky is the limit in this town
We taking over the city
We too high to bring us down
We gonna do what we do, we gonna do what we do
Three in the morning, four in the morning, meet you for eggs in the morning

[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel the shame, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Ay yo Bebe, anybody hatin’ need a pee pee
Sip a little Myx, pop pills till I’m sleepy
I’m the one that bust it open out in Waikiki
Pull up in the Ghost, I’m creepy
They don’t want beef, we proved it
Niggas better keep it on wax like a Q-tip
Keep his dick wetter than the cruise ship
Flower than a tulip, flyer than your new bitch
I do’s it, yup I’m up two zip
Girls is my sons, I’m giving them milf teas
They be sweatin’ me, headbands and gym tees
Like bad knees on Dirk Nowitzki’s, it is going down like M. Lewinsky’s
Wrist freeze yep my wrist on pink skis
Ring finger be shitting on my pinky’s
Make em mad, aww man I got them hating bad
Blood clot money green like Jamaican flags

[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight


[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
You it, I’m it, everybody it
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want, I want smoke
We want all the smoke
Yeah he just-he just breaking up the ice
We leaning, facts
Yeah
Slatt

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Stackin’ it tall (Thugger)
Every nigga out my city became a boss (became)
Know she rollin’, holy moly, no days off (woo, woo)
Pyrex, cook it up like Kyrie, trade you off (let’s go)
Green and white like Celtics, don’t play with me, play with a fork (play with a woo)
I’m superior, I’m imperial, I ain’t feelin’ ya (ooh)
I been eatin’ me some heroin, oh about a brick (yeah yeah)
I got Barry Bonds on my wrist (yeah)
Blowed your college fund on my bitch (where, woo)
Out the slums, taking a chance, toting tommy guns (brrt)
Left out of school, start selling rocks, bought me a drop (skrt)
Cartier frames, Cartier rings, Cartier socks (on god)
Homicide gang, they gon’ put you on Fox (homicide, homicide)
Putang ran up a whole M sittin’ in the box (facts)
My dog rock a Rollie in the feds nigga, and still move blocks (racks)
We had the bando goin’ crazy in the SWATs (in the what?)
Ten-four, they runnin’ up on all the opps

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (aw yeah)
We want all the smoke (yeah), we want all the smoke (yeah)
We want all the smoke (huh)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
This money turning me on, ayy
This money turning me on (on, turn me on)
I’m thinkin’ out loud, but these hundreds got a nigga gone
Woo, far gone, I’m so gone on it
Three hundred racks on a Bentley truck, yeah yeah
Take the factories off and go and lift it up, yeah yeah
Lift it up, cash all on your bitch, she on the living room floor, yeah
Having a private party, you know how that go
Music all in my ears (yeah), instruments in my ears
I’m in the backyard feeding deers, I’m in a penthouse poppin’ seals
I got pom-poms in my rear, Chanel CoCo in my kill
I missed a couple shows for my deal
If I could take it back I will
And don’t you take that to the hat
You know I got you in my will
Told big dog bring them bricks in, got a hundred more in the crib
Make the dope do the windmill
Nigga swing through Actavis
In a corner too, I’m killed
And I was in Miami countin’ a mil, ayy
I told my bitch, no more ass shots
She stopped all the way like a stop sign when it’s traffic time
My diamonds go around like Budweiser
Count a half a mil with my bitch, now her feelings sloppy
Came up out the projects, ain’t have sh*t (on god)
I wiped a nigga’s nose for a ticket (slime)
Hit it from the back (kill it)
Make her say slime, say Slatt (get it, get it)
How you dig that?
Whip up the fishscale, K and got racks, ayy

[Chorus: Future & Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke

[Outro: Young Thug]
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke


[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami living La Vida Loca, ayy

[Hook: Wizkid]
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer


Lyrics of That’s What I Like – Ysabelle Cuevas

I got a condo in Manhattan
Baby boy, what’s happening?
You and your heart invited
So gon’ and get to clappin’
Just, pop it for a pimp
Pop, pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp
Drop, drop it for me
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami
Wake up with no jammies
Lobster tail for dinner
Julio serve that scampi
You got it if you want it
Got, got it if you want it
Said you got it if you want it
Take my wallet if you want it now

Jump in the Cadillac
Girl, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on it
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico
Say the word and we go
You can be my freaka
And I’ll be a fleeko,
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave
Shopping sprees in Paris
Everything 24 karats
Take a look in that mirror
Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? Is it you? Is it me? Is it me?
Say it’s us, say it’s us, and I’ll agree, baby

Jump in the Cadillac
Boy, let’s put some miles on it
Anything you want
Just to put a smile on you
You deserve it, baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Say you want a good wife
Here I am, baby, here I am, baby
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Tell me what’s on your mind
If you want it, girl come and get it
All this is here for you
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby
What you tryna do

Gold jewelry shining so bright
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Sit by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like


Hey
Yeah
Back again with the
Them cuffin’ season tunes
Hey
Hey, you
Okay, spend too much time with your friends
Too much time with your friends
Turned up at the function
You could barely function
Oh, you getting drunk and too high to call me up, and
Hanging with them other niggas, I could barely stomach
Oh, you telling me the shit you used to put up with
You ain’t go through that twice, okay
I’ma come through, spend the night, okay
1300 on the flight, okay
Love, you can’t put a price on it
Something came up, girl, I know it
You don’t never got time for me
‘Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y’all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain’t the same way I do it
I’m the only drug you need to get you through it
I always tell you don’t get too high
Don’t drink too much, don’t smoke too much
Tell me if it’s cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
Girl, I’m not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain’t tryna’ sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up
Woah, you make me feel how I make other bitches feel
Like you be cool without or with me here
Stuck in Miami, I don’t know why I feel empty here
They say, "Don’t bring sand to the beach, you’ll see there’s plenty here"
Seems like all I ever see is fake ass and fake titties here
And hoes looking for a come up and a nigga that’s tricking here
Girl, I don’t wanna be the nigga to give you dick and disappear
If you want me to, I could do you like I do women here
‘Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y’all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain’t the same way I do it
I’m the only drug you need to get you through it
I always tell you don’t get too high
Don’t drink too much, don’t smoke too much
Tell me if it’s cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
Girl, I’m not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain’t tryna’ sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope


[Verse]
The trap, I can go back any minute
Any privilege got me lookin’ at these bitches really different
Shot a video in the 30’s, guess he really trippin’
Never penny pitchin’, the Henny gone then we Remy sippin’
Hard to kill, sober brought painkillers on any mission
Paranoia ready, Miami just to let Diddy listen
Back and forth about who the hottest, got the whole city riffin’
I ain’t never leased phone ‘posits I wore my penny’s different
Gave my couso life so fuck it, I take a million visits
Diamond district, I left with water now I got women kissin’
Follow niggas right where they livin’, nothing about me timid
Foreign drop, dash 2 20 moving a mile a minute
Mama disappointed with my mugshot I was smilin’ in it
We blessed on the Benz plates, King Khaled it
Dirty project kids and A-List parties, we be wildin’ in it
Steak medium well, mashed potatoes and salmon with it
True father won’t even cop it unless his child can get it
Talking my shit, walking up Lennox just cause Malcolm did it
Snoop said no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m in it
These niggas loud and they losin’ and I’m in silence winnin’
Percocet, I’m still poppin’ percocet
If I punch ’em they gon’ sue me they ain’t even worth the threat
Ambidextrous drive with my right, I can work the left
I ain’t learned shit in college in the streets I learned finesse
Earn respect, learned that way before I ever earned a check
Feel like Nino, big cuban right over the turtleneck
Not concerned with what you roll with, my backwoods burn the best
Stuntin’ on your chest, speak on it only bitches got breast my nigga
She make the dick disappear, I call that magic
Louis Vutton all of my fabric, catch me in traffic
Where I’m from dead by 21 that was the average
I’m 28 coolin’ try not to repeat the madness
Stashed the work in my jacket
Feet was hurtin’ from calice, every day eatin’ at palace
Got some freaks at the Radison, fall asleep if they chattin’
Potential that the streets can’t imagine, I came from baggin’
Got a thing for them trucks, got the Rover I want the Wagen
And I ain’t steppin’ in that club until I get the backend
She tried to parallel park the Ferrari, hard to back in
Westside connection, ice cubes plus a Mac-10
Call me anything what you want, but broke or a bad friend
I’m a fucking cash cow, I bring a lotta cash in
I really made my dad smile, reason that nigga braggin’
I ain’t have to ask him, me broke that’s past tense
Shot out to my landlord, know I was late with mad rent
You blew settlement money, now you wonderin’ where the cash went
30 plus ain’t nothing in your pockets but mad lint
Never made nothing out yourself, I know your dad’s sick
Mask off, mask on I hope this mask fit
Way too many miles on that pussy, mami got bad grip
Harlem taught me to cop a new car after you crashed whips
Look at Trump if you wonder the power that the cash get’s


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather You Than Me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
(M-M-Maybach Music) Ain’t nun’ changed, nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser
Maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America, fuck it
(Beat Billionaire)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m pullin’ off the lot, I bought it cash (woah)
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past (woah)
Her ass be lookin’ good inside the leggings (woah)
But I notice that she missin’ all her edges (woah)
I run the game just by runnin’ with the felons (woah)
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics (woah)
Walkin’ in the courtroom, sippin’ on a beverage (woo)
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage (woo)
Pissin’ on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smokin’ on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter (woah)
Still in a box, got him rappin’ acapella (woah)
Can’t trust no people fuckin’ with the reverend (woah)
I got a chopper, boy, don’t make me be the devil (woah)
He knockin’ on the door and know the password (woo)
Gave me his blessings, boy, I’m hotter than the last verse (woo)

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussin’ down a hundred bales in the bathtub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutchin’ on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the, stoop, hangin’ with my Haitians
The murder’s on the, news, all front pages
Young niggas catchin’ bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stackin’ Ben Franks and bought some Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fuckin’ niggas hoes ’cause they easy
I’m in here fuckin’ niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fuckin’ day
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was when I was ashy, nigga?
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy, nigga
Build a empire, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Legoland
Meanwhile, the kids smokin’ like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent


"Reminiscing on that, uh
I remember they used to give us that free cheese
Give you the big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo (Maybach Music)
You know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?"
Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I still hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words are mumbled
This the biggest
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another Phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s "bonjour"
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour
Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe only once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is


Lyrics WIzkid – Come closer

Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker.(come closer)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer..

Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy.

Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ayyy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer.

Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life versuri-lyrics.info
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closerrr.
Wizkid lyrics
Video Closer


[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami living La Vida Loca, ayy

[Hook: Wizkid]
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer


[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami living La Vida Loca, ayy
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer


Walk a mile in these Louboutins
But they don’t wear these shits where I’m from
I’m not hating, I’m just telling you
I’m tryna let you know what the fuck that I’ve been through
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that plane
People got a lot to say
But don’t know shit about where I was made
Or how many floors that I had to scrub
Just to make it past where I am from
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit
You can hate it or love it
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I’m trusting
Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget
White chick on that Pac shit
My passion was ironic
And my dreams were uncommon
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me
Robbed blind, basically raped me
Ran through the bullshit like a Matador
Just made me madder and adamant to go at em
And even the score
So, I went harder
Studied the Carters till a deal was offered
Slept cold on the floor recording
At 4 in the morning
And now I’m passin’ the bar like a lawyer
Immigrant, art ignorant
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit
Hate to be inconsiderate
But the Industry took my innocence
Too late, now I’m in this bitch!
You don’t know the half
This shit get real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over heels
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit
Pledge allegiance to the struggle
Ain’t been easy
But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffel
Bags is all we had
Do anything for my Mama, I love you
One day I’ll pay you back for the sacrifice
That ya managed to muscle
Sixteen, you sent me through customs so
All aboard my spaceship to Mercury
Turn First at the light that’s in front me
Cause every night I’mma do it like it’s my last
This dream is all that I need
Cause its all that I ever had
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit


Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold


[Intro]
(Go Grizz)

[Hook: OT Genasis]
Ay, thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her
Thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her

[Verse 1: OT Genasis]
Shawty bad as hell and she all about the lettuce
Waist line small, I’m like what you ate for breakfast?
Said she from Miami but she moving back to Texas
Know she want a nigga cause she staring at my necklace
Wanna hit the club cause she wanna show her clothes
Bought some new heels cause she wanna show her toes
Dress fit right and it’s better when she pose
Custom everything, you can’t find it in the store
Beep-beep-beep, that’s a bad bitch balling
Only fucking with you if you know what’s falling
Ain’t a gold digger cause she got her own shit
Ain’t a gold digger cause she got her own shit, yeah
Money in the bank, need no cheese
She’s on beat, hair on fleek
I ain’t talking no spending, hell nah that’s weak
Want a hood nigga that can give her that meat

[Hook: OT Genasis]
Ay, thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her
Thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
She’s thick, lick
She thick, you switch
Good girl with a bad attitude
Take you everywhere, longitude, latitude
Gratitude, she from the peach state
I’m from pete sake’s
Pound on that ass, couple rounds make me sleep late
Bitch wait
Take her back like a rebate
She entre
My appetizer straight from cheese cake
He fake
He fake balling
Look at them
Tall guns to your walled in
Then she called up
That’s that take me to the mall strat
Fuck the mall up
Then I beat it till she ball up
All she want is a baller
She know I’m (?) ballers
Tonight she gon’ have to swallow
In the morning she gon’ have to swallow
Yeah, I can’t even lie to you
She told me, "Tity ain’t this pussy fire to you?" yeah

[Hook: OT Genasis]
Ay, thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her
Thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her

[Outro]
Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick
Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick
She thick, she thick, she thick
She thick, she thick, she thick
She thick, she thick, she thick


I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be promised
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Standin’ on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’m a keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this joint, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection


Lyrics Pitbull – We are strong

Mr. Worldwide, I just want to welcome everybody to my life
It’s heaven on earth, but it’s one hell of a ride
Let’s show everybody why love is a battlefield
Tell them how you feel.(we are strong)

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demand
Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield.

Closed the Grammys and got all the credits, literally
But I’m a hustler boy, you can’t rid of me
I’m not religious but my passport looks like a bible
Presidential debates unreliable versuri-lyrics.info
Politicians want to politick and politrick
That’s why I call this shit politricks
I’m a young man, old soul
I can’t listen to this new school shit
To me it’s just so-so
I did my own thing, created my own lane
I may not like the players, but I love the game
I love the hustle and that’s real
And that’s why love is a battlefield.

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demand
Love is a battlefield
We are strong
No one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield.

Born in Miami, Cuban boy in the ’80s
Took over the game and they thought we were crazy
You name it we did, we bought it, we sipped it, we run it
Let all these public traded companies know that we’re coming
David vs. Goliath, live in the flesh, Armando Perez, boy am I blessed
I learned from the worst, but listened to the best
Figure out that riddle and figure out success
I did my own thing, created my own lane
I may not like the players, but I love the game
I love the hustle and that’s real
And that’s why love is a battlefield.

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demand
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing, love is a battlefielddd.
Pitbull lyrics
Video strong