Migos – “Culture National Anthem” Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
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Ooh, yeah, yeah
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
Culture, culture, culture
(Bridge: Quavo)
Say they want the culture (culture)
Eat it up, turn them to vultures (to vultures)
Migo Gang pull up like soldiers (Gang)
And when we pull up, we got chauffeurs, chauffeurs
(Chorus: Quavo)
Tell ’em do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Got to do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Tell ’em do it for the culture, do it for the culture
Got to do it for the culture, do it for the culture, culture
(Verse 1: Quavo)
I wake up and I thank God and I go strong (I thank God)
I wake up and look at my ice and put it on (put it on)
She gon’ f**k, she look at my life and wanna be on (at my life)
But we not havin’ it (no) Huncho hit it and passin’ it (Huncho Quavo)
I’m too passionate (passionate,) I’m too focused on my craft
I need a million dollar slab, bring it back and break it down
With the whole gang right now, flyin’ in and out of town
You was searchin’ for the wave, it was Culture what we found, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You was searchin’ for the wave, it was Culture what we found
Culture, culture, culture, yeah
You was searchin’ for the wave, it was Culture what we found
Culture, culture, culture
Believe me when I say we create our own sound
Culture, culture, culture
I know you see it now, what they be screamin’ ’bout
(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)
(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)
(Verse 2: Takeoff)
Do it for the culture, only time that I be focused
They some culture vultures, bite the lingo when we wrote it (wrote it)
Culture is a wave (Culture), everybody wanna ride it (ride)
They geeked up for days (days), they gon’ wait and keep they eyes on it (eyes)
Put your mind on it, must defeat my opponent (mind)
Keep your eyes on it, don’t lose sight, we all want it (eyes)
I work hard, don’t I, now they watch me on the Sony (TV)
Can’t f**k with you jabronis, pu**y ni**as ridin’ ponies, Culture
(Verse 3: Offset)
Ride the wave (ride), too busy occupied, gettin’ paid (occupied)
I’ma duck off and hibernate (duck off)
Win the Grammys and hire a Wraith (win the Grammys)
I can pull up, no diamonds today (pull up)
I can walk on the moon in the Wraith (moonwalk)
We created the food and you ate it (hey)
We the biggest of groups, we the greatest (yeah)
Jets I ride in the latest (jets)
Outdated, you fell and you faded (outdated)
I am a Nawf Side native (Nawf side)
Crocodile Hermes gator (crocodile)
I’ma get the bag every angle (get the bag)
Mama got Cartier bangles (Mama)
Audemars ring, Uranus (Audemars)
Matchin’ with the (?) on the paintings
(Outro: Quavo)
Oh, say (say), “Can you see?” (see)
My people prayed (prayed) and take a knee
We don’t need stripes ’cause we got bright stars
We gon’ still fight (fight) for that race car (car)
When you do right (right), that’s ’cause you work hard (hard)
They gon’ divide us all (all), that’s when it falls apart (apart)
Tryna save the whole world, but it ain’t my job (job)
No, it ain’t my job
They told me, “Ride the whole wave like I drive my car”
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Mama told me, “Break out of these chains, son and you’ll go far”
Mama!

Migos – “Stir Fry” lyrics

(Intro)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
(Verse 1)
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap n*gg* with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (no)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey) hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?) this that trap sound (trap)
Designer, clothes (clothes) fashion, shows (shows)
Trap, house(house) made of, gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it) no need to brag now (no need)
Aye, put the mask down (mask) we livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest, hoes (finest) wrist, froze (froze)
We can, go (we can) coast to, coast (coast)
(Chorus)
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (woo, woo, woo, wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
(Verse 2)
Offset! You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep a watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ball players come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me? I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek
Pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen
(Chorus)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)
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I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m paid and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls (Rolls) pink diamonds, whoa (whoa)
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)
(Chorus)
Keep watchin’ me whip up
Still be real and famouuuuus, yeah
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like it’s stir fry (whip it)
(Verse 3)
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why you tryna take my prize?

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Migos Feat. 21 Savage – “BBO (Bad B*tches Only)” Lyrics

(Chorus: 21 Savage)
AP on me, iced out
Tennis chains iced out
Whole pointers ’round my neck
Looking like a lighthouse (shine)
Yeah ni**a piped down, choppa make it pipe down
Running man running man catch me if you can
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me (bad)
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me (bad)
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me
Hit it for a minute then I pass her to the homie (pass)
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to my homie
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the morning (nah)
Bad b**ches only, bad b**ches on me
(Verse 2: Quavo)
Huncho
Bad b**ches and I know some savage b**ches (bad)
Get it on they own they don’t have to ask you b**ches (get it)
Postin’ pictures on the gram and at you b**ches (Posted)
Secure the bag, lifestyle real expensive (‘cure the bag)
All these bad b**ches looking for attention (attention)
Think she bad, fake bad she pretending (that ain’t bad)
If you pay to get in your bag then you winning (winning)
All these Jones soldier f**k it they call me Quincy
Popped that seal (popped it)
Close that deal (close it)
We in the field (yeah)
Spread them bills
Layin’ still (got damn)
Maybach seat with the sheers
AP shifting gears
(Repeat Chorus: 21 Savage)
(Verse 2: Offset)
That ain’t carats in my bracelets (carats)
Put her on molly she f**k me brazy (molly woo)
We in the field with stitch like this Arcadia (Pah pah)
Flippin’ the game you ni**as gon’ meet your maker
Goyard havin’ racks and no regard (racks, racks)
Walkin’ around with a bad b**ch, she a barbie
I started my engine, I’m nowhere, where the car is
Hop in the wraith she ask me what the stars is
Every month on the third we get to Narcs in
Dog’s barking then kick the door no larsen
Livin’ the wild life like I am Tarzan
I took your broad again she wanna come with the stars again
(Repeat Chorus: 21 Savage)
(Verse 3: Takeoff)
Takeoff
Bad b**ches on me, only bad b**ches want me
Hold up, where the bad b**ches
Look at all the sad b**ches
Say a hundred do two hundred on the dash smash ni**a (smash)
Who want it, cause we money ain’t no question ask ni**a (ask)
They done pawn it and the f**kers ain’t no runnin’ past ni**as (no)
Man we done it what’s important, who you trust a blast with you (who)
Make it spaz, that’s a quarter cash in the caterpillar
Porsche tags in the ni**a ass, I’m a cop killer (f**k)
Reggie Miller shoot ’em bill up
Say ‘Phillipo’ ni**a you say, “Fill up”
Double cup, codeine killer
Houston Texas, no who trilla? Bad b**ches in the mirror told her take the team with her (bad)
Bet she take the team with her
Bring the blue and green lookin’ at my (ice)
(Repeat Chorus: 21 Savage)
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Migos – “Narcos” Lyrics

(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Yea (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle
(Verse 1)
Bricks in the brick house
Use to hit licks and go to momma house (momma)
Straight out the jungle
Young n*gg* don’t know right now
Young n*gg* know too much now
Bow Bow Bow, that’ll slow them down
We pick up the hundos
Then drop them off to Huncho
I came from the bando
(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle
(Verse 2)
Cold gang with the cocaine
The more money make more rain
Pouring up a pint while I’m bagging propane
Point blank range give a n*gg* nose rings
Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat
Shiffy, Lou, where the bricks where they at
Trippy, ooze the patek all wet
The birds in the trap they ain’t leavin’ out they nest
Get, [?] like meth
Yup, runnin’ with the pack got slapped
Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off
N*gg* bein’ greedy we gon’ cut his tummy out
Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes
Plus momma’s house heard with a finny count
I ain’t really with the razzle dazzle
Knock him off and then I throw him off the rope paddle
Go to Tiajuana, put a kilo on the saddle
Sack him, hit a n*gg* carbon pterodactyl
Pap him, choppa piped down like an apple
Mansion with the AK with the horses and the cattle
(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle
(Verse 3)
Take-Takeoff
No monkey in the jungle, block hot like a sauna
Watchin [?] trying to weave with anacondas
Jumpin’ in the water, trying to sneak across the waterglass
[?] got me beat by a [?]
I’ll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but I’m still a gentleman in Cali
Static, n*gg* turn to [?] ’bout the cabbage
Kill his whole family if he run off with your package
I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)
Poke his eyes out, ain’t no telling what he saw (poke ’em out)
I’ma wire his jaw, I don’t know if he will talk (wire jaw)
Get the chainsaw and I’ma saw his legs off (saw)
They knew that we was gang but they saying that we a ring
Investigating, taking pictures of the whole team (DEA)
Undercover, tryna do a sting
10 mil on a plane, going straight to Medellin
(Chorus)
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle
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Migos Feat. 2 Chainz – “Too Playa” Lyrics

Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean? Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse
(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)
(Verse 5: Offset)
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad b**ch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your b**ch, I caress
Dry down the stick ni**a, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your b**ch is a throwaway mutt
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2 Chainz Broke His Leg But Says “I Won’t Let My Fans Down” I got this man on saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys
The right way, you dig? (Intro: Quavo)
Yeah
(DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean? The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho
(Verse 1: Quavo)
She f**k with the gang, she f**k with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean
She got little perky breasts, I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown
My ni**a got felonies, let him out right now
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs
ni**as spending fast, 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large, y’all ni**a talk too hard
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My b**ch way better than his b**ch, yeah
We too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Yeah, we too playa, yeah, we too playa
Woo, we too playa, we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa
(Chorus: Quavo)
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa
(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
ni**a claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a ni**a like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf**kers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
sh*tting on ni**as subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty
(Verse 3: Quavo)
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a ni**a, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a ni**a without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters
(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)
(Verse 4: Takeoff)
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Why’d I pick up the silencer?

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but it’s so so very different when we’re together
and I’m so so much calmer; I feel better
’cause the stars already crossed our paths forever
and the sooner that you realise it the better
and then I’ll be with you and I won’t scare myself
and I’ll know what to do and I won’t scare myself
and my thoughts will run and I won’t scare myself
and I’ll think of you and I won’t scare myself I scare myself, and I don’t mean lightly
I scare myself, it can get frightening
I scare myself, to think what I could do
I scare myself — it’s some kind of voodoo…
and with that voodoo
I keep thinking of you
and with that voodoo
what can I do? I scare myself just thinking about you
I scare myself when I’m without you
I scare myself the moment that you’re going
I scare myself when I let my thoughts run
and when they’re running
I keep thinking of you
and when they’re running
what can I do?

ASAP Rocky – Money Bags Freestyle

[Intro]
Is this guy serious? Is this guy serious or what? [Chorus]
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Twenty bands, twenty bands, twenty bands
Let it out, let it out, let it out
[Verse]
I foresee the jealousy all in your eyes for sure
Sure, they don’t want to beef with my physique or my .44
Sure, life is sweet, I’m by the beach, sand all on the feet
By the seat, the time we meet, we’ll leave em’ by the shore
Sure, pop a bean em’ right to sleep sheets of my decor
With privacy, she grind on me and sweep on my rapport, whore
Drama by the front door, pushing out the back door
Trapping out the bando, leave em’ by the trap door
Money bags, money bags
Ten bands, ten bands, ten bands (ten bands)
Drop the babies in the car seat, must be the Courvoisier
Tap on your boussie, valeting Cartier
Car keys to the Marcielago and Courtier
Wake up thankful everyday, feel like Sydney Portier
Ayy ayy, soundbite, soundbite, woo
Cheat code, cheat code, L1, down, right
Damn right, damn right
The nigga who your sound like, sound like
Demons fucking up my focus
Head vultures, precious death, death rows
Pockets full of dead folks
Prada soles full of dead roaches
And some cud I stepped on
Waiting for her to get left
On the same place, dead bodies get left on
But woke niggas get slept on
Broke niggas get flexed on
I really wish she had less on
I might fuck her with a dress on
Scratching on me with her breasts on
We ain’t stopping til’ the next song
Next song, next song, next song

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Ten bands, ten bands
Money bags, money bags
Money bags, money bags
Ten bands, ten bands
Ten bands, ten bands
Ricky Owens on me look like Dom Pér
St. Laurents on me, I don’t wear Vans

Russ – Some Time

[Intro]
Yeah
Mhmm
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, ooh
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh
[Verse 1]
Please don’t call my phone I don’t got time to talk today
Facetimin’ without appointments must of lost your way
Haven’t even had the time to count the dollars made
I work on vacation, I don’t take no holidays
I don’t know what sleep is, I’ve been up since "Chain Hang Low"
Body rollin’ all night, that’s a place that they can go
Still ain’t had a day off, life been chaos, melee mode
I just need some time, sometimes I wish that they made clones

[Chorus]
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh
[Verse 2]
Saw you turn your backs
Just to go and get a bag
I’m the best you ever had
Now there ain’t no coming back
This ain’t gonna work, I’m too focused on my work
I just need some time, oooh
I ain’t got time to talk small town shit
Diemon com got all my hits
Lookin’ at the world like it’s on my shit
I ain’t got time to talk all my shit
But I’m gonna try ’til the casket closes
Until they give me my roses
I just need some time, oooh
[Chorus]
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time, oooh
Please don’t call my phone I need some time
Just to sit and think about my life
It’s been every day nonstop every night
I just need some time

Ralo – Dream Last Night (feat. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Ralo]
Yeah, I had a dream
YFN, I had a dream last night
Famgoon, yeah
[Chorus: Ralo & YFN Lucci]
Bro I had a dream last night, that everything went right
You better not fuck with my brother, shoot everything in sight
I told ’em gon’ and free Trouble, that my thief in the night
Forgive me for what I’m doing, I’m just keeping it right
I got my money right, yeah, money right, damn right, yeah
I’m alright, yeah, all my ice out your price, yeah
Count it twice, yeah, I don’t want it if it ain’t right, yeah
Uh, I just knew you wasn’t right, yeah
[Verse 1: Ralo]
I know that none of these niggas right
Take every one of these niggas’ lifes
Play with the bro and I’m shooting on sight
We gon’ shine, we gon’ shine bright
In a different club every night
We ain’t stopping at red lights
Rich as fuck off dog food
I’m the niggas that the feds like
I won’t be Meech, I won’t be Terry
I won’t be the nigga locked up
Every time they book me for a show
I get a twenty just to pop up
Every time that I post a picture
I am every nigga’s move
Even when I wasn’t in school
Freshest nigga in the room
Freshest nigga in the classroom
Got the world screaming famgoon
Put the world on that ahk shit
Got the world getting it tattooed
Where I came from, got my name from
Got the game in a blender
Had a dream last night
It wasn’t right for my nigga

[Chorus: Ralo & YFN Lucci]
Bro I had a dream last night, that everything went right
You better not fuck with my brother, shoot everything in sight
I told ’em gon’ and free Trouble, that my thief in the night
Forgive me for what I’m doing, I’m just keeping it right
I got my money right, yeah, money right, damn right, yeah
I’m alright, yeah, all my ice out your price, yeah
Count it twice, yeah, I don’t want it if it ain’t right, yeah
Uh, I just knew you wasn’t right, yeah
[Verse 2: Ralo]
Something told me that you wasn’t right, I knew it
I’m coming home tonight, that pusssy good
You know I take care all my niggas like a real one should
You know my niggas still my niggas if we get into it
They wonder why I do it
Why I got so much money and still live in the hood
Why I go through so much and I kick it like I’m good
They don’t like me, I guess that I’m misunderstood
I told my bitch that I love her, she better not ever leave me
Never keep it, not even your deepest secrets
You need to tell me you love me even when we beefin’
I’m achieving, everything that I was dreamin’
Bitch I’m breathin’
[Chorus: Ralo & YFN Lucci]
Bro I had a dream last night, that everything went right
You better not fuck with my brother, shoot everything in sight
I told ’em gon’ and free Trouble, that my thief in the night
Forgive me for what I’m doing, I’m just keeping it right
I got my money right, yeah, money right, damn right, yeah
I’m alright, yeah, all my ice out your price, yeah
Count it twice, yeah, I don’t want it if it ain’t right, yeah
Uh, I just knew you wasn’t right, yeah

[Outro: Ralo]
Yeah, I had a dream
I had a dream last night
Famgoon, yeah

Meek Mill – Run It (feat. Joyner Lucas)

My money talkin’ and my Rollie never tickin niggas
Five bullets [?] on the wrist I’m official nigga

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas & Timbaland]
I’m feeling a way…
Whoa, run it
Run it
Run it
Whoa
This is what we do
Run it
Run it
Run it
Run it
Yeah

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas]
My bitch look like Halle
My bitch look like Kylie
Your bitch don’t look happy
None of ya’ll hoes can have me
Can’t touch me, can’t touch this
MC Hammer with the swaggy
Can’t cuff me, can’t function
Bitch, I don’t want to get married
They ain’t ever want me on payroll
They ain’t ever want me have say-so
Always had a crush on J-Lo
Thought I was the man ’til my chain broke
I was so broke can’t change clothes
You don’t keep it real, you a lame-o
You don’t make a move ’til I say so
When I get loose, anything goes
Money in the mother fuckin’ mattress
They was tryna take it, but I need to get away
I think I’m tripping cause a nigga never had it
I never had a way, I think I struggled every day
Talking to God I’m hoping he could do some magic
Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress away
And I could finally buy a mother fucking mansion
Then move my friends in, and get Benzs
Cause this shit sound like sci-fi
I ain’t ever had no wifi
I grew up where the guns went- (pow pow)
Almost got killed in a drive-by
Stay in your biz don’t mind mine
I’m in your top five’s top five
Can’t touch this nigga, why try? Gimme yo shit or you might die

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, yo, look
[Verse 3: Joyner Lucas]
Your shit sound like bubble gum, popcorn, starburst, chocolate
Gum drop, cupcake, milkshake, [?], candy cane, rainbow
Your shit sound like summer time, playground, third grade
Ice cream, fun pop, Reese’s, Hershey’s, swirly, lemonade, mango
Momma thought I was retarded
Daddy thought I was lethargic
They said I wasn’t the smartest
Grammy knew I was an artist
All of y’all niggas is trash, go throw your shit in the garbage
I threw your shit in the ocean, I hope it swim with the starfish
I remember when you wouldn’t fuck with me
Ain’t nobody wanna ride the bus with me
Ain’t nobody wanna share lunch with me
Family couldn’t keep in touch with me
Now they all can’t get enough of me
Now they want to fly with me in luxury
Same hoes never want to let me hit
Now they all want to bust nuts for me
Name another nigga poppin’ than me? [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying bottles with your cop money, nacho cheese Dorito (hol up!)
All of my niggas official as fuck
Big ass Mulsanne like I’m whipping the truck
I’m sippin’ Ciroc while I’m sittin’ with Puff
And talking ’bout business with Jigga at lunch
That’s cray, that’s cray
New toys, lets play
I brought spades, with the deuce, like poof, let’s [?]
I must say, I get money, fuck ho, don’t pay
And I ball, in the clutch, Ray Al, for that tre
And I ride, for the Ye, West side, Kim K
White girl, through The Bay, my hood, I’m Mac Dre
Bitch, if money talks why you niggas never say shit? If sky’s the limit, why I’m ridin’ in a space ship? I never been cocky, but they don’t want a problem with me
And fuck all these haters that wanna take a dollar from me
Nigga fuck any rapper yo I don’t need a counter with me
Ain’t nobody wasn’t lookin’ for me, they was hiding from me
All of them was counting me out now they counting on me
I’m so motherfucking hot that the wind is a sauna to me
Right before I pull the trigger and begging that God forgive me I said

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Whoa, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Run it, whoa
Run it, run it
Wait, hold up, look

Maroon 5 – Wait (Remix) (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, could you come here please? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? [Verse 1: Adam Levine]
Dirty looks from your mother
Never seen you in a dress that color, no
It’s a special occasion
Not invited, but I’m glad I made it, oh
[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine]
Let me apologize
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m beggin’ you
[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Wait, can we work this out? Just wait, can you come here please? Just wait, can you come here please? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? Just wait, could you come here please? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, could you come here please? Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
[Verse 2: Adam Levine]
Can we talk for a moment? Got these feelings that I’m tired of holdin’ on
Wasn’t tryna get wasted
I needed more than three or four to say this, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine]
Let me apologize, yeah
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times (all those times)
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m begging you
[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? ‘Cause I wanna be with you I’ve been thinkin’ out loud all day
Don’t let me down
Can’t live without my bae
And she wanna leave, but I think it’s easier
If you let me be
You should come and see me, girl
Just think about it, girl
You should know I still think about you, yeah
I know you’re into diamonds
I can tell you everything defined in you
But I’m like

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?

Quando Rondo – I Remember (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
I ain’t gon’ lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here nigga
Yeah, and my world Go Grizz nigga, yeah
Go Grizz nigga ayy, yeah
[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
I remember hitting licks in the project housing
Yeah, Queezy hit a lick for few thousand
They be like there go that young nigga that stay wilding
I don’t even much right, I be freestyling
I remember them days watching mama cry man
I remember that day that Lil Quaffy died man
Had to get off my ass, man I had to try man
I got to get a bag even if it’s five bands
I remember hitting licks for them flatscreens
On hard streets, I been trying to serve them crack fiends
I remember them days I ain’t have no clothes
I remember them days I was kicking doors
I remember mama saying I’m a bad child
I remember when I first went to the juvenile
I remember when I first realized the envy
Locked up in the cell, I couldn’t get a penny

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I remember everything
Judge told my lawyer that I’m going to chain gang
OG’s telling us that we can’t hang
If I ever run into the opps we gon’ bang
I remember everything
I was fuckin’ with lil shawty, bought her everything
Stay one hundred to the grave, ain’t gon’ never change
Shout out to my mama, put her through so much pain
I remember all them shootouts that we had with them other niggas
My bitch got mad and fucked another nigga
Man that shit was crazy, ain’t gon’ lie it made me heartless
Fell in love with money, it’s gon’ stay with me regardless
I don’t give a damn what they say, I’m the hardest
And I’m not never gon’ leave my apartment
Different situation got me running with my mask on
Niggas still hating but I swear that it won’t last long, oh no

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

N.E.R.D – Lemon (On Ellen) (Live)

I tried to tell y’all about this dude
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! Hunt me down like the C.I.A
Hate! Want me to beat it like the T.I. Don’t drink the Kool-Aid, my friends
Hate! So I prayed and I played
It’s Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute case
Oh (hate!) and if it’s heated I’ma feed my face
Hate! Keep askin’ how I feel ’bout guns
There’s a light and dark army, which side you choose? About the borders and, "Did I run?"
Hate! And best believe, it’s gon’ be outrageous
Hate! Hatin’ niggas can’t believe my race
Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my bae
Hate! Hate! Side of my car, tryna see my face
Hate! The truth will set you free
But first, it’ll piss you off
Hate! Hate! This beat tastes like lunch
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay? Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Scrunchin’ their eyes with your name in their mouth and
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Hate! And if not me then who? Oh
Hate! If not now then when? You keep askin’ me where I’m from
Hate!

Migos – Stir Fry (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me? I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen
[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof) (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)
[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)
[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?