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" Ballin "
K-Mac
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
B-B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
Look, BBC hat clean, diamond snap hook (Hook)
Take a picture with it like it's my last look (Look)
G-gold MacBook, cost a hunnid Gs (Gs)
I don't fuck with rats (Rats), I throw away the cheese (Cheese)
I'm ballin', baby, you see this nigga shine (Shine)
I'm runnin' shit, ha, finish line
K-Mac cook that beat, I eat it like it's dinner time
Awards show gimme mine, loud and clear, intercom
Listen up (Up), I show you how to stunt (Stunt)
Pocket full of money, you should see what's in the trunk (Trunk)
That bass got that bump (Bump), that shit that make you jump (Jump)
Ballin' like a bitch, throw it up, slam dunk (Dunk)
V-neck like a guido, rollin' dice in the casino ('sino)
Three bad chicks rollin' trips, Cee-Lo
What's done is done, ain't no comin' back
I'm ballin' like a bitch, roger that
It's Breezy, baby
Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
Uh, snapback nigga back up in this bitch (Bitch)
Throw 'em by the 100s, watchin' strippers do the splits (Splits)
Gon' hit that flex, I ain't trippin' on the bitches
Prolly one out of a 10 in California I ain't hit
Bitch, I'm raw, smell that shit
Hold our jaw up in your lips
Get a silly straw, have a sip, ha ha
Motherfuckin' Tyga, she ain't met me, then she lyin'
I pull that rocker out, nigga, David and Goliath
Melt your fuckin' face, boy, like that nigga on the Wire
Them niggas washed up, need a dryer, dry 'em
Free my brother Weezy, now we back up on your TV
I'm rollin' at 250, speedin' me, my nigga Breezy
Right behind me, R-R-Range Rove', T-Rell, mean ho
Bunch a bad bitches, too tired, tell 'em bitches what to do (Do)
It's Young Money 'til the death bed
If anythin', we the best and it's probably this
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bitch)
You can't tell me nothin' 'cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh)
Filthy ass rich (Rich)
Swimmin' in this money 'cause I'm ballin' like, b-ballin' like a (Ballin' like a)
I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
B-B-Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me do my shit
'Cause I'm ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, ballin')
Ballin' like a bitch (Bow, bow)
Watch me take your chick
" G Shit "
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
C-C-Cuff yo' chick
Haha, you know
A lot of girls say a lot of things to me
Sayin' they this and that, but I ain't listen though
DJ Ill Will
'Cause I'm on some G shit
Ha, Young Money
D-D-DJ Rockstar
Uh, I'm in this bitch 'til my eyes white
They say I'm all hype, miss me if you blink twice
If your hair pussy right, I'ma fuck you all night
The rockstar, young Beatle, tell 'em good night
Kiss dada, momma love 'em, about my dollars
Space comma, bills up in Benihanas
Ice water, cash make my dick larger
I sex harder, make you sweat, sauna
Haha, dope nigga fuck dope bitches
From the city where Locs on and those Dickies
B-side with the Barbie, dash 250
Let her kiss on my neck but no hickies (No hickies?)
Driveway like Sin City
Make a movie with a star, let the lights hit ya
Haha, she think I ain't gon' get
But I'm a fly nigga, I ain't trippin', shawty so
It really don't matter to me
I'm loving all these girls 'cause all these girls love me
Under the sheets
Private party with ya body, I'm a freak
Money ain't a thang, thang
And I'ma do my thang, thang
I'm on some G shit, baby
On some G shit, baby
(Haha, yeah)
Look, Louboutin red bottoms 'cause she that nice
Her body stack right, miss her if you blink twice
And never compare her to the rest 'cause she so far
She got security with her, I call her Lonestar
YSL, fly as hell with them French tips
Let's hit the water, set sail, give me French kisses
People flashin' everywhere that we go
Ice cold nigga, but the chain still rocky road
Ice cream, I'm fuckin' with them ice queens
Long hair, pretty yellow bone lightnin'
'Cause she's excitin', I take her clothes off
I kiss it three times and then I doze off, haha
'Cause I'm the best whoever did it, ha
And she's the best 'cause she with me, ha
She think I ain't gon' hit it
But I'm a fly nigga, I ain't trippin', shawty, so
It really don't matter to me (Yeah)
I'm loving all these girls 'cause all these girls love me (All these girls)
Under the sheets
Private party with ya body, I'm a freak
Money ain't a thang, thang (No)
And I'ma do my thang, thang (Yeah)
I'm on some G shit, baby
On some G shit, baby
DJ Rockstar
Fresh planes, driver to my jetway
First class, yeah, that's where my chef stay
I'm ahead of you niggas, I skip one grade
On islands and yachts with my Louis shades
Uh, yeah, but like Gucci Mane
Baby, have some lemonade
Umbrella in your drunk, dessert, soufflé
Patrón shots straight, turn a nigga two-face
Hot, drunk girls say they love my baby face
Uh, but I'ma still keep it G though (Yeah)
Captain of my ship and I ain't never wearin' Speedos (Nah)
My herringbone on (Yeah)
She let me bone on (Yeah)
Poked her, now chauffeur take her home
Put it on my camera phone, I know I'm wrong
But I'm in too deep, uh, Nia Long
She fall in love with every love song
She wanna be in love, uh
But shit
It really don't matter to me (Hey, hey)
I'm loving all these girls 'cause all these girls love me
Under the sheets (Whoa-oh)
Private party with ya body, I'm a freak
Money ain't a thang, thang (No, it ain't)
And I'ma do my thang, thang (Yeah)
I'm on some G shit, baby
On some G shit, baby
" W.T.F.I.M.L. (Where The Fuck Is My Lighter) "
Hold up, hold up, what you saying, babe?
I heard that your love's only a mile away
Moving slower, why am I wide awake?
All of this pain I'm tryna take away
Don't bother me, don't even bother calling
Drinking it tonight, I'm an alcoholic
Now I wanna try
Something new tonight
Where the fuck is my lighter? (Oh)
I'm tired of all this shit, I want to light up (Oh)
Throw my drink in the fire (Oh)
Just let me pass out, I just wanna escape
Turn the lights off, I wanna blackout (Oh)
We are not one and the same
So where the fuck is my lighter?
I'ma take away the pain while I'm runnin' with the flame
In the night time, I'ma come alive
When I'm seein' a crazy face, but none of 'em look the same
I'ma let go, just wanna let go
Can't hear what you're sayin', while the liquor playin'
Killin' my brain, it's suicide
My veins burnin' up, it feels like I'm gon' die
I'll take two shots, fuck it if you watchin'
Give me the bottle, I'ma down it
I'ma roll up with the Swisher
Where the fuck is my lighter? (Yeah, yeah, oh)
I'm tired of all this shit, I want to light up (Yeah, oh)
Throw my drink in the fire (Oh)
Just let me pass out, I just wanna escape (Woo!)
Turn the lights off, I wanna blackout (Oh)
We are not one and the same
So where the fuck is my lighter?
" Die For You "
Murder, murder she wrote
My blood spills all over the pages
And my last breath is a quote
I say that I love you, my dying wish, girl, can you hold me close?
I'm going six feet underground, where you left me
I'm going deep hope I don't drown 'cause you're air, baby
Girl, you a stone cold killer
I'ma need a body bag, pulling on my zipper
Now I'm floating to the other side, with all the lies in your eyes
All these tears are coming down, now you realize, you committed a homicide
Baby, you had the gun and then you pulled the trigger, one shot put me down
So now I'm floating on the other side (Other side, other side), for you I'd do or die (Oh)
I'd drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
Drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
I'd drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
Drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
Baby, don't hold back, don't hold back
It's your chance, if you can, let you take my life away
It's my life in your hands
And girl, I need mouth to mouth, baby, I need CPR
I'm going six feet underground (Yeah), where you left me (Six feet)
I'm going deep hope I don't drown (Oh) 'cause you're air, baby (Air, babe)
Girl, you a stone cold killer (Yeah, girl)
And I'ma need a body bag, pulling on my zipper
(And now, I'm floating to the other side)
Now I'm floating to the other side, with all the lies in your eyes (Ayy)
All these tears are coming down (Coming down), now you realize, you committed a homicide
Baby, you had the gun and then you pulled the trigger, one shot put me down
So now I'm floating on the other side (Other side, other side), for you I'd do or die (Oh)
I'd drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
Drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
Girl, I'd drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
Drink (I'd die for you), I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you (Ow!)
Hold on, heavenly father, let me get back to my love
I wanna hold on, I don't wanna leave
Girl, I want to stay here 'til the end of life until for me
Girl, I wanna learn to love, how to love, deep in the clouds tryna come down, now, my love
Now I'm floating to the other side (Floating), with all the lies in your eyes (Lies)
All these tears are coming down, now you realize, you committed a homicide
Baby, you had the gun and then you pulled the trigger (Ooh), one shot put me down
So now I'm floating on the other side (Other side, other side), for you I'd do or die (Oh)
I'd drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, girl, I'd die for you
Drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you
I'd drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you (Oh whoa)
Drink, I'd smoke, I'd cry, I'd die for you (Whoa)
" Stranger Things "
[Chris Brown:]
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin' like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't like when I lose (I don't), if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it's summertime and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose
It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her 'round to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Chris Brown:]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
Watch you utter, stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)
You don't really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
[Joyner Lucas:]
I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga
[Joyner Lucas:]
They must have forgot that I'm pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:] You better be sure, better be sure
[Joyner Lucas:] I'm the realest nigga, that I know
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business
I'm so sick of niggas tellin' me how I've been livin' my life
Sick of rubbin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Ain't never had the shit in my side
Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin', and your bitch keep hittin' my line
[Chris Brown:]
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so (celebrate)