Lyrics:

1. 7 Rings (Remix) 4:00

Yeah

Breakfast at Tiffany's, bottles of bubbles
Girl' wit' tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (Yee)
Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch
Who would have thought it turn me to a savage?
Rather be tied up wit' calls and not strings
Write my own checks like I write what I sing, yeah (My wrist)

Stop watching
My neck
Is flossy
Make big
Deposits
My gloss
Is popping
You like
My hair?
Gee, thanks
Just bought it
I see it
I like it
I want it
I got it (Yep)
I want it

I got it
I want it
I got it
I want it
I got it
I want it
I got it
You like
My hair?
Gee, thanks
Just bought it
I see it
I like it
I want it
I got it (Yep)

Wearing a ring, but ain't gon' be no 'Mrs.'
Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches
I'd rather spoil all my friends wit' my riches
Think retail therapy my n?w addiction
Whoever said money can't solv? your problems
Must not have had enough money da solve 'em
They say, 'Which one?' I said, 'Nah, I want all of 'em'
Happiness is the same price as red bottoms (My smile)

Is beaming (Yeah)
My neck
Is gleaming (Is gleaming)
The way
It shine, I know
You've seen it (You've seen it)
I bought a crib
Just fo' (Just fo')
The closet (Closet)
Both his
And hers
I want it
I got it (Yep)
I want it

I got it
I want it
I got it
I want it
I got it
I want it
I got it (Yeah)
You like
My hair?
Gee, thanks (This who they waiting on)
Just bought it
I see it
I like it
I want it (2 Chainz)
I got it (Yep, my)

Ideas are priceless, I know I'm the nicest
I knew you would like this
I must be psychic
I'm from the streets, baby, I'm nothing like them (True)
She's sweet in the day, but freaky when night come (Tell 'em)
It's mine
Invest it (Uh)
I spend it
On necklace (Uh)
I got
The cash
If I don't get credit (Uh)
And I'm well respected so she feel protected
So, scratch all the exes (Ex)
It's next like contestants (Whoo)
It's blessings, no stressing, I'm flexing
Got one car parked right in the entrance
Got one car parked right at the exit
See, you didn't expect this, you think like a robot
I put bands in your face like Botox (Yeah, I want it, yeah)

I got it
I want it
I got it (Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want it
I got it (Uh)
I want it
I got it (Baby)
You like
My hair?
Gee, thanks
Just bought it (Oh, yeah-ee)
I see it
I like it
I want it
I got it (Yeah, my—yep—receipts be looking like phone numbers)

If it ain't money, then wrong number
Black card is my bidness card
The way it be setting the tone for me
I don't mean a brag, but I be like, 'Put it in the bag', yeah
When you see them racks, they stack up like my ass, yeah, shoot
Go from the store to the booth
Make it all back in one loop
Gimme the loot
Never mind, I got the juice
Nothing but net when we shoot
Look at my neck
Look at my jet
Ain't got enough money da pay me in respect
Ain't no budget when I'm on the set
If I like it, then that's what I get, yeah (I want it)

I got it
I want it
I got it (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I want it
I got it
I want it
I got it (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You like
My hair?
Gee, thanks
Just bought it (Just bought it)
I see it
I like it
I want it
I got it (Yep)
2. Fucking Problem 3:54

I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real (Yeah) is your fucking problem
*Bring* yo' (Ya) *girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (Solve)* it
Ayy

Hold up, bitches, simmer down (Uh)
Taking hella long, biatch, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thang pop like a semi or a .9 (.9)
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy-shimmy-yah, huh? (Huh?)
A$AP (Yeah)
Get like me (Uh)
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me (Yeah)
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But the chrome to ya dome make ya sweat like Keith (Keith)
'Cause I'm the nigga
The nigga, nigga
Like, 'How ya figure?' (Yeah, yeah)
Getting figures and fucking bitches
She rolling Swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas (Uh)
They getting bent up (Uh) off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Lick it, alright, lick it, lick it, lick it)
They say money make a nigga act niggerish (Uh, niggerish)
But least a nigga, nigga rich (Rich)
I be fucking broads like I be fucking bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fucking boys
Beast (Beast, hahahahaha)

I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring yo' (*Ya*) girls to the crib, maybe we can (Ooh) solve (Solve) it
Ayy

I know ya love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Made me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speaking on, oh, word?
Ain't heard my album? Who ya sleeping on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't no fucking sing-along 'less ya brought the weed along
Then ju—okay, I got it
Then just drop down and get cha eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talking 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay da make it bigger, Ion't pay for no reduction
If it's coming from a nigga Ion't know, then Ion't trust it
If ya coming for my head, then, muh'fucker, get da busting
Yes, Lord, Ion't really say this of-mmm
But this long-dick nigga ain't for the long talking
I'm beast

I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring yo' (*Ya*) girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (Solve) it

Uh
Yeah, hoe, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside the Valley now
Vacay'ed in Atlanta, then she going back da Cali (Mmm)
Got cha girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl
I know ya want thee dih
Girl
I'm Kendrick Lamar (Mmm)
AKA Benz is to me just a car (Mmm)
That mean yo' friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (Mmm)
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say:
'Halle
Berry
Halle—
'Lujah
Holla
Back
I'll
Do ya'
Beast

I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem (Problem)
And, yeah, I like da fuck, I got a fucking problem (True)
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring yo' (*Ya*) girls to the crib, maybe we can solve (Solve) it
Ayy
3. Mercy 5:30

Well— (Well—)
It is a weeping-and-a-moaning
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It is a weeping-and-a-mourning
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It is a when-it-comes-to-my-sound
Which-is-the-champion sound
Believe, believe

O-O-O-O-O-Okay
Lamborghini Mercy
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo'
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O-O-O-Okay), she tryna jerk me (Believe)
Lamborghini Mercy
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo'
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O-O-O-Okay), she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo'
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O-O-O-Okay), she tryna jerk me (Believe, woah)
Lamborghini Mercy
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—boy)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo' (Boy)
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O—), she tryna jerk me (Okay)

Drop it to the flo'
Make that ass shake (Shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move: that's an ass-quake
Built a house up on that ass: that's an ass-state
Roll-Roll-Roll my weed on it: that's an ass-tray, say, Ye
Say, Ye, don't we do this e'ry day-day? (Heh?)
I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (Heh?)
Finally got paid, now, I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hating
So much hate, I need a AK (AK)
Now we out in Pari'?
Yeah, I'm Perriering
White girls politic and that's that Sarah Pelin
Get-Get-Get-Get-Getting hot
Californicating
I give her that D
'Cause that's where I was born and raised in (O-O-O-O-O-Okay)

Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo' (Swerve)
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O-O-O-Okay), she tryna jerk me (Believe, swerve)
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo' (Swerve)
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O—well—), she tryna jerk me (It is a—swerve)

Weeping-and-a-moaning (Swerve)
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It (Swerve) is a weeping-and-a-mourning (Swerve)
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It (Swerve) is a when-it-comes-to-my-sound (Swerve)
Which-is-the-champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)

Yuck
It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, hoe
I'm Red Leather, this Cocaine, I'm Rick James, hoe
I'm bill-dropping, Ms. Pac-Man, this pill-popping-ass hoe
I'm popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up
That's real money
Check the neck
Check the wrist
Them heads turning: that's exorcist
My Audemar' like Mardi Gra'
That's Swiss time, and that's excellence
Two-door
Preference
Roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So yo' Duncan Hines is irrelevant, whoo
Lambo'
Murcièlago
She go wherever I go
Wherever we go (O-O-O-O-O-Okay), we do it pronto, it's like—

Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo' (Swerve)
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O-O-O-Okay), she tryna jerk me (Believe, swerve)
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo' (Swerve)
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O—well—), she tryna jerk me (It is a—swerve)

Weeping-and-a-moaning (Swerve)
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It (Swerve) is a weeping-and-a-mourning (Swerve)
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It (Swerve) is a when-it-comes-to-my-sound (Swerve)
Which-is-the-champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, well, it (Swerve) is a

Weeping-and-a-moaning
And-a-gnashing-of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub 'pon them gum'
Cuh when it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many time'
And it still have one more time left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh 'pon our shoulder

Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly da death
I step in Def Jam building, like, 'I'm the shit'
Tell 'em gimme 50-million or I'ma quit
Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the base 'til it's up-in-yo'-face level
Don't do no press, but
I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo, my bitch make yo' bitch look like Precious
Something 'bout Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melting like Dalí
Now everybody
Is moving they body
Don't sell me
Apartment, I'll move in the lobby (Yeah)
Niggas is loitering just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans (2 Chainz, okay, now)

Catch up da my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time
Drinking champagne on the airplane (Tell 'em)
Spit rounds like a gun range (Bah)
Beat it up like Rampage
Hunnid bands
Cut cha girl, now your girl need a Band-Aid? (Damn)
Grade A
A1
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhyming
Co-signed by Louie Vuitton (Yep)
Horsepower
Horsepower, all this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost 4,000
Now I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain (Rain)
Pouring (Pouring)
All my cars is foreign (Foreign)
All my broads is foreign (Foreign)
Money tall like Jordan (O-O-O-O-O-Okay)

Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—swerve)
I'm in that two-seat Lambo' (Swerve)
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O-O-O-Okay), she tryna jerk me (Believe, swerve)
Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Yo' chick, she so thirsty (I-I—swerve)
I'm (Believe) in that two-seat Lambo' (Believe, swerve)
Wit' cho' girl (O-O-O—believe, well—), she tryna jerk me (Believe, it is a—swerve)

Weeping-and-a-moaning (Swerve)
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It (Swerve) is a weeping-and-a-mourning (Swerve)
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It (Swerve) is a when-it-comes-to-my-sound (Swerve)
Which-is-the-champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, well, it (Swerve) is a

Weeping-and-a-moaning
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It is a weeping-and-a-mourning
And-a-gnashing-of teeth
It is a when-it-comes-to-my-sound
Which-is-the-champion sound
Believe, believe
Believe, believe ('Eve, believe)
4. All Me 4:32

Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot
It's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga, don't watch that 'cause I—
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me (Yeah)
No help, that's all me
All me for real (For real)
Came up, that's all me (Haha)
Stay true, that's all me (2 Chainz)
No help (2 Chainz), that's all me
All me for real

Money on my mind? You should think the same
J's on (Yeah)
Pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we-on't ball the same
Oh
She want all the fame (Want all the fame)
I hear that shit all the time (All the time)
She said she love me
I said:
'Baby girl, fall in line', okay
Made a
Million
Off a
Dinner
Fork
Watch me
Switch it up
Walked in:
'Ill nigga alert
Ill nigga alert' (Damn)
You need that work? I got that work, got bitches in my condo (No)
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note (Tell 'em)
From the A
To Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my dick
So
Hard, it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce
This that dressing
Givenchy
Nigga, God bless you
If
Having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (True, be arrested)

Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot
It's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga, don't watch that 'cause I—
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real (For real)
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for (I) real

Touched down in '86
Knew I was the man by the age of six
I even fucked the girl who used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit, I heard cha new shit
Nigga hated it
Daman Wayans, homie, don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, chu get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits, goddamn
Ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all-on't fuck with us? Then we-on't fuck wit' ch'all
It's no different over on this side, goddamn
Should I listen a everybody or myself?
'Cause myself just told myself:
'You're the motherfucking man, you-on't need no help'
Cashing checks
And I'm bigging up my chest
Y'all keep talking 'bout who next, but I'm about as big as it gets
I swear y'all just wasting y'all breath
I'm the light-skinned Keith Sweat
I'ma make it last forever
It's not cho' turn 'cause I ain't done yet
Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle
I was made for all of this shit
And I'm on the road, box office sales
I'm getting paid for all of this shit
Ask you da please excuse my table manners
I was making room for the table dancers
'Cause if we judging off your advances
Then I just got paid like eight advances, goddamn

Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot
It's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga, don't watch that 'cause I—
Came up, that's all me
Stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me
All me for real
Came up, that's all me
Stay true (God), that's all me

Hoe, shut the fuck up
I got way too much on my mental
I learned from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do
And still waking up like the rent's due (God)
Not complicated, it's simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full (Skrrt)
And, to them hoes, I'm e'rything
E'rything but gentle
But I still take my time (Time)
Man, I guess I'm just old fashioned
Wearing retro sh—, that's old fashioned
Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit
Good sex, need a hit
Keep a broad
On the flo'
Year 'round like season tickets, I plead the fifth
Drink a fifth
Load the .9, leave ya split
In the half
Smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit
Prolly making mo' money than me and shit
I swear da God I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one (No)
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one (No)
Like I got trust issues
I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out
I'm the type da have a bulletproof condom
And still gotta pull out
But that's just me, and I ain't perfect
I ain't a saint, but I am worth it
If it's one thing, I am worth it
Niggas still hating, but it ain't working (Ain't working)
Lil' bitch (Bitch)
5. No Problem 5:06

You don't want zero problems, big fella
Yep (Yep)
I
If

One more label try da stop me
It's gon' be some dread-head niggas in your lobby
Huh, huh

You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me
Bih
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me, huh
Haha
Just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
There go Chano riding through the streets, they be like, 'There he go'
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me
Bih
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me, huh
Haha
Just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
There go Chano riding through the streets, they be like, 'There he go'

Ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hand'
Counting Benji' while we meeting, make 'em shake my other hand
Huh
Milly rocking, scooping all the blessings out my lap
Bitch, I know you tried a cheat, you shoulda never took a nap
Hey
Fuck wrong wit' chu? What chu were thinking?
Fuck you thought it wa'?
You talk that talk that make a lame-a' nigga fall in love
Not me, though
Bitch, you can keep those
Bruh, I'm at cha head like Craig did Deebo
Don't tweak, bro
It's never sweet, hoe
My shooters come for free, so (If)

One more label try da stop me
It's gon' be some dread-head niggas in your lobby
Huh, huh

You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me (You don't)
Bih
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me, huh (Yep)
Haha
Pull up (I) in the new (I) thing, I'm (I) like: (I)
You-(I)-on't want (I) no problem (I), want no problem (I) wit' me
Bih (Yep)
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me, huh
Haha (Yeah)
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me
Bih (Yep)
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' (I) me, huh (I)
Haha (I, I, I, I, I, I, 2 Chainz)
They be like, 'There he go' (You old—there he go)

Petey Pablo, take your shirt off
Wave 'round your head like a helicopter
I ain't put enough weed in the blunt
All ya do is smoke tobacco
Where the hell ya get that from?
Yeezy said he ain't made them
My nig' chasing bounty hunters
And getting chased by their baby mamas (Tell 'em)
My first tat was on my stomach
Got a pocket full of money (Money)
And a mind full of ideas
Some of this shit may sound weird
Inside of the Maybach
Look like it came out of Ikea
Run shit like diarrhea (True)
Big yacht, no power steering (Yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Aye, aye, Captain (Aye, aye, Captain, ooh)
I'm high, Captain (I'm high, Captain, a-alright)
I'm so high (I'm so high)
Me and God dapping (Alright, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
This i' my blessing (Yeah)
This i' my passion
School of hard knocks
I took night classes

You-on't (Don't) want no problem, want no problem wit' me
Bih (Yeah)
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' (Yeah) me, huh (Yep)
Haha
Pull up (I) in the new (I) thing, I'm (I) like: (I, I, I, I, I)
They be like, 'There he go'

Uh
I got problems bigger than thee boys
Yeah
My deposits, they be on steroids
Lord
Free the Carter, niggas need the Carter
Sacrificing everything, I feel like Jesus Carter
Hold up
I got this sewed up
My soda poured up
My woes up
I'm flipping those bucks, they doing toe tucks
I rolled up
And let the smoke puff
I lay down, toes up
Hold up
Get too choked up when I think of old stuff
Move on
Put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
In the streets, my face a coupon
Her pussy too warm
All these bitches come da do harm
Just bought a new charm
Fuck the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm
I'm Uncle Luke with the hoes
Pretty bitches, centerfolds
Tippy toes around my crib
In they robes, just they robes
Half-a-milli' in the safe, another in the pillowcase
Codeine got me moving slower than a caterpillar race (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Fuck wrong wit' chu? What chu were thinking?
What cha thought it was?
I just popped five Percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try da stop me
There gon' be some crazy Weezy fans waiting in the lobby
Mula, baby

You-on't want no problem, want (Yeah) no problem wit' me (You don't want no problem)
Bih (No)
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me, huh (You don't want no—)
Haha (Problem wit' me)
Just another day, had a pick up all the mayo
There go Chano riding through (Yeah) the streets, they be like, 'There he go'
You-on't (Don't) want no problem, want no problem wit' me (Problem wit' me)
Bih
You-on't want no problem, want no problem wit' me, huh (Problem wit' me)
Haha
Just another day (They say so), had a pick up all the mayo (Riding with the Payo)
There go Chano riding through the streets, they be like, 'There he go' (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

You don't want no problem, want no problem wit' me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You don't want no problem, want no problem wit' me (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You don't want no problem (They say so), want no problem wit' me (Riding with the Payo)
You don't want no problem, want no problem wit' me (They be like, 'There he go', oh, no-oh-oh-oh-oh)
You don't want no problem, want no problem wit' me (Ooh, no-oh-oh-oh-oh)
You don't want no problem, want no problem wit' me
They say so, riding with the Payo
They be like, 'There he go'
There he go
6. Birthday Song 5:08

Yeah (Yeah)
Birthday
It's your birthday (If I die)
Hah (Bury me inside)
Uh (The Louie sto')
Uh

They a' me what I do and who I do it fo' (Yeah)
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Gucci sto' (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Louie sto' (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (2 Chainz, Chainz)

She got a big booty, so I call her 'Big Booty' (Booty)
Skrrt, skrrt
Wrists moving, cooking, getting to it (Cooking)
I'm in the kitchen (I'm in the kitchen)
Yams everywhere (Yams)
Ju' made a juug (Ju' made a juug)
I got bands everywhere (Bands)
You the reale' nigga breathing if I hold my breath (Damn)
Referee
With a whistle, brrt
Hold this tech (Bah)
Extendo clip (Extendo clip)
Extendo roll (Extendo roll)
When yo' girl leave me, she need a hair salon (Tell 'em)
H-Hair Weave Killer going on a trapathon (Yeah)
See, I done had mo' bombs
Than Pakistan (Boom)
Dope bomb, dro bomb, and a pill bomb (Bomb)
See, nigga
I'm balling
You in will call (True)
When I die
Bury me inside the jewelry sto' (2 Chainz)
When I die
Bury me inside the Truey sto' (True)
True to my religion, two everything, I'm too different
So when I die
Bury me
Next to two bitches (Two bitches)

They a' me what I do and who I do it fo' (Yeah)
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Gucci sto' (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Louie sto' (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe

Ah, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh?
It's my birthday, I deserve da be greedy, huh?
She holding out, she ain't giving to the needy, huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the TV on
Y'all been a 'gether ten years, you deserve a ménage
'Specially if you put that BMW in a garage
'Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mama crib
Went to her niece's graduation, man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got chu a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss and tell her, 'Do better'
She said, 'How 'bout I get chu jewelry from the West-End?'
How 'bout she hit the Westin and get her best friend?
Hah
I'm joking
I'm just serious
I asked her:
'Don't be acting
Like no actress
If we preaching
Then we practice
Don't be reaching
Don't be touching shit
We in Kanye West's Benz
'Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian'
Heh?

They a' me what I do and who I do it fo' (Woah, yeah)
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Woah, yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Gucci sto' (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Louie sto' (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe

It's your birthday (Yeah)
It's your birthday (Uh)
Bad bitch contest, you in first place
You in first place
You in first place
Bad bitch contest, you in first place (Tell 'em)

I show up with a check
To ya workplace (Uh)
Then hand the valet the keys to the Merces (Damn)
Tell the DJ play yo' song, this shit come on (Uh, this shit come on)
What I'm seeing from the back? I can't front on (Get cha front on)
They ask me what I do and who I do it fo' (Uh)
When I die
Bury me inside the booty club (True)
Get it, girl, get it, girl, get it, get it, girl (Get it)
I might switch it up
And get cha girl (Uh)

They a' me what I do and who I do it fo' (Yeah)
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Gucci sto' (Tell 'em)
When I die
Bury me inside the Louie sto' (True)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe (Yeah)
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe

Deuce and Ye (Deuce and Ye)
We like Snoop and Dre (And Dre)
Ain't this your birthday, baby? (Baby)
You deserve a coupe da day
Woah (Woah)


You in first place
You in first place
Bad bitch contest, you in first place (Place)
7. No Lie 3:58

Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL Made-It)
(Yeah)
(True)
(2 Chainz)
I am

Smoking on that gas (Gas)
Life should be on Cinemax (Cinemax)
Movie (Movie)
Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass (Uh)
Who he's?
Not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V's in my archives (Archives)
Black diamonds, apartheid (Damn, 'partheid)
Bread up and my top down (Down)
On the block with the block out (Uh)
Hit cha ass with that bla-kow
Dope enough da go in yo' nostril (Yeah)
I take your girl and kidnap her ('Nap her)
Feed her to my mattress (Mattress)
A skeleton in my closet (Closet)
It proll' one dee dead-a' rappers (Tell 'em)
It proll' one dee pussy-a' niggas (Nigga)
Don't try me, I'll pull that trigger (Bah)
Got cha car note in my cup (Cup)
And your rent in my Swisher (True)
That puss' so good, I miss ya (Miss ya)
Head game's so vicious (Vicious)
And all I get is cheese (Cheese)
Like I'm taking pictures (Uh, yeah)

I say, 'Fuck ya 'less I'm wit' cha'
If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-i-e-i-e-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-i-e-i-e-i
Real niggas say, 'Word (Word)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
Real niggas say, 'Word (Word)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
Real niggas say, 'True (True)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
That's a thing I don't do
Nah, I just do it for the niggas
That are tryna see a million 'fore they die
What up?

2 Chainz & Champagne, you want true? That's true enough (Yeah)
Forbes list like e'ry year, my office i' my tour bus (Tell 'em)
She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I'm the realest out, and I say, 'Damn, that makes two of us' (Damn)
Aw, that look like what's her name (What's her name?)
Chances are it's what's her name (What's her name?)
Chances are if she was acting up, then I fucked her once and never fucked again (True)
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need a know what that pussy like so one time is fine wit' me (Yeah)
Young as an intern (Intern)
But money like I built the shit
Streets talking, they'll confirm
Go ask them who just killed the shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax
Me and Chainz go way back, we don't talk shit, we just state facts
Yes, Lord (Yes, Lord)

I say, 'Fuck ya 'less I'm wit' cha'
If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-i-e-i-e-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-i-e-i-e-i
Real niggas say, 'Word (Word)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
Real niggas say, 'Word (Word)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
Real niggas say, 'True (True)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
That's a thing I don't do
Nah, I just do it for the niggas
That are tryna see a million 'fore they die (Uh)
What up?

Name a nigga that want some', I'll out-rap his ass, out-trap his ass (Uh)
Put his ass in a plastic bag with he trash'-a' (Trash'-a')
Take him out (Yeah, take him out)
Bring 'em in, them whole things (Them whole things)
2Pac without a nose ring (A nose ring)
Thug Life (Thug Life)
One wife, a mistress, and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn't (Tell 'em)
Went where they say I couldn't (True)
YSL belt buckle
Y'all nigga' sure i' looking (Sure i' looking)
Y'all nigga' sure i' lucky (Sure i' lucky)
Two chains on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel (Steering wheel)
Right hand on that pussy (Yeah)
Uh (Uh)

I say, 'Fuck ya 'less I'm wit' cha'
If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-i-e-i-e-i
No lie, no lie, no lie-i-e-i-e-i
Real niggas say, 'Word (Word)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
Real niggas say, 'Word (Word)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
Real niggas say, 'True (True)
Ye' ain't never told no lie
Ye' ain't never told no lie'
That's a thing I don't do
Nah, I just do it for the niggas
That are tryna see a million 'fore they die
What up?

(Word)
(Word)
(True)
8. I'm Different 3:28

Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
2 Chainz (2 Chainz, Mustard on the beat, hoe)

I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing)
Middle finger up to my competition
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (True)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing)

Pull up to the scene, but my roof gone (Roof gone)
When I leave the scene, bet cha boo gone (Boo gone)
And I beat the pussy like a new song (Boom)
2 Chain', but I got me a few on (Tell 'em)
Everything hot, skip lukewarm (Uh)
Tell shawty bust it open, Uncle Luke on
Got the present for the present and a gift wrapping
Ion't feel good, but my trigger hap' (Bah)
Bet the stripper hap'
Bet they wish they had
And I wish a nigga would like a kitchen cab'
And me and you are cut from a different fabric
I fucked her so good, it's a bad ha' (Damn)
Bitch, sit down, ya got a bad at'
Gave her the wrong number and a bad addy (True)
You ain't going nowhere like a bad nav'
Ass so big, I told her, 'Look back at it' (Woah)
Look back at it (Woah)
Look back at it (Woah)
Then I put a fat rabbit on the craftmaitc
I am so high
Attic
I am so high like a
Addict

I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing)
Middle finger up to my competition
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Uh)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing)

2 Chainz, got cha girl on the celly
And when I get off the celly, I made her meet at the Telly
When she meet at the Telly, I put it straight in her belly
When it go in the belly, it ain't shit chu can tell me
Uh (Uh)
Hair long (Long)
Money long (Yeah)
Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Nah)
Hair long (Long)
Money long (Yeah)
Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Tell 'em)
I paid a thousand dollars for my sneakers
Ye tol' ya:
'A hunnid K for a feature'
'E-er
E-er'
Sound of the bed (Bed)
Beat it up
Beat it up
Then I get some head (Head)
Well, I might get some head, then I beat it up
Ion't give a fuck, switch it up
Nigga, live it up (Up)
Yeah, it's going down, so, get-get up (Up)
Might valet-park a Brinks truck
(Uh)

Mustard on the beat, hoe (Mustard on the beat, hoe)

I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing?)
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing)
Middle finger up to my competition
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
I'm different, yeah, I'm different
Pull up to the scene wit' my ceiling missing (Ceiling missing)
9. Beez In The Trap 4:30

Yo (Yo)
Man (Man)
Man (Man)
Uh (Uh)

Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap (Man, I've been did that)

Man, I've been popped off
And if she ain't tryna give it up, she get dropped off
Let me bust that U-ie
Bitch, bust that open
Might spend a couple thou' just to bust that open
Rip it off, no joking
Like your name Hulk Hogan
Niggas move weight in the South, but live in Hoboken
Bitch, I spit that crack
Like I'm in that trap
So if you need a hit
Then I'm with that bat (Bah)

Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing (True)
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap (Yeah)
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap (2 Chainz, okay, now)

Nicki, Nicki, Nicki
Put it in your kidney
Got a new LS 450, ain't no keys in this doohickey
If I weren't rapping, I'd be trapping
If I weren't trapping, I'd be pimping
If I weren't pimping, I'd be getting it
Period
I don't smoke no Bobby, but my denim be from Ricky (Ricky)
Got cha girl on Molly, and we smoking loud and drinking (Drinking)
Got my top back so you can see what I've been thinking (Thinking)
I-If you know me, then you know I've been thinking Franklin (Franklin)
Money (Money)
Thousands (Thousands)
True Religion trousers (Tell 'em)
Got a private home, started from them public houses (Damn)
Hair Weave Killer (Killer)
Causing her arousal (True)
Audi A8
Told 'em, 'Outtie 5,000'
Uh (Uh)

Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap

Damn
Damn, what they say about me?
Ion't know, man, fuck is on yo' biscuit
If I get hit swinging on a big bitch
Ion't know, man, I'm shitting on your whole life
Damn
Damn, what they say about me?
Ion't know, man, fuck is on yo' biscuit
If I get hit swinging on a big bitch
Ion't know, man, I'm shitting on your whole life

Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
I beez in the trap (Uh)
Bee-Beez (Yo) in the trap (Man, I'm out in Texas)

Man, I'm out in A-Town
Then I'm up in Chi-Town
Or Miami shutting it down
It's that New Orleans
It's LA or The Bay
It's New York, Philly
And the whole DMV
I'm a Detroit player
Man, it's North South Cack
Ohio, Pittsburgh
Got St. Louis on deck
It's Delaware, Connecticut
It's New Jersey, got hella bricks
It's Queens, Brooklyn, and, yeah, they wiling
Bronx, Harlem, and Staten Island

Bitches ain't shit
And they ain't saying nothing
A hunnid motherfuckers can't tell me nothing
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap
I beez in the trap
Bee-Beez in the trap

Damn
Damn, what they say about me?
Ion't know, man, fuck is on yo' biscuit
If I get hit swinging on a big bitch
Ion't know, man, I'm shitting on your whole life
Damn
Damn, what they say about me?
Ion't know, man, fuck is on yo' biscuit
If I get hit swinging on a big bitch
Ion't know, man, I'm shitting on your whole life
10. We Own It (Fast & Furious) 3:48

It's Young Khalifa, man (Man)
2 Chain' (Chain')

Money's the motivation, money's the conversation
You on vacation, we getting paid, so
We on paycation, I did it for the fam
It's whatev' we had a do, it just who I am
Yeah (Yeah)
It's the life I chose (It's the life I chose)
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed (Bah)
And we got it cooking like a one-eyed stove
You can catch me kissing my girl wit' both eye' closed (True), yeah
Perfecting my passion, thanks for asking
Couldn't slow down, so we had a crash it
You used plastic, we 'bout cash
I see some people ahead that we gon' pass, yeah (Yeah)

I never feared death or dying (Whoop)
I only fear never trying (Whoop)
I am whatever I am
Only God can judge me now

One (One)
Shot
Everything rides on to— (To—)
'Night
Even if I got three (Three)
Strikes
I'ma go for it
This moment ('Ment)
We own it (Yeah)
And (And)
I'm
Not to be played with
Be— (Be—)
'Cause
It can get dangerous
See (See)
These
People I ride with
This moment (Uh)
We own it

And the same ones that I ride wit'
Be the same ones that I die wit'
Put it all out on the line wit'
If ya looking for me, you can find Wi'
In the new car or the crown wit'
My new broad, that's a fine chick
Ain't no other squad I'm down wit'
Ain't no way around it
What cha say? Tell me, what cha say?
Working hard, repping for my dawgs
Do this every day
Taking off, looking out for all
Making sure we ball
Like the mob, all ya do is call
Catch me if ya fall, Young Khalifa

I never feared death or dying (Whoop)
I only fear never trying (Whoop, uh)
I am whatever I am
Only God can judge me now

One (One)
Shot
Everything rides on to— (To—)
'Night
Even if I got three (Three)
Strikes
I'ma go for it
This moment ('Ment)
We own it (Yeah)
And (And, I ride or die for mine)
I'm
Not to be played with
Be— (Be—)
'Cause
It can get dangerous
See (See, I ride or die for love)
These
People I ride with
This moment (Yeah, here we go)
We own it (Yeah)

This the biggest day of my life, we got big guns
Been graduated from knives, it's the
Day in the life, and I'm ready da ride, got the
Spirit, I'm feeling like a killer inside, uh
Financial outbreak, I'm free, but I ain't out yet
Riding with the plug so I'm close to the outlet
At the red light, rims sitting offset
I look better on yo' girl (Uh) than her outfit

Stuck to the plan (Plan)
Always said that we would stand up, never ran (Ran)
We the fam, and loyalty never change up (Chup)
Been down since day one, look at where we came from
Jumping out on anybody who try da say some'
One thing about it: got a problem? I got the same one (One)
Money rolls, we fold (Fold)
Plenty clubs we closed (Closed)
Follow the same code (Code)
Never turn our backs, our cars don't even lose control (Uh)

One (One)
Shot
Everything rides on to— (To—)
'Night
Even if I got three (Three)
Strikes
I'ma go for it
This moment ('Ment)
We own it (Yeah)
And (And, I ride or die for mine)
I'm
Not to be played with
Be— (Be—)
'Cause
It can get dangerous
See (See, I ride or die for love)
These
People I ride with
This moment
We own it (Yeah)

Hahahahaha (Hahahahaha)
Uh (Uh)
This moment ('Ment)
We own it
I ride or die for mine
I'm ride-or-die material
One life da live, so, here we go
This moment
We own it
11. Rich As Fuck 3:44

Uh

AK on my nightstand
Right next to that Bible
But I swear, with these 50 shots
I'll shoot it out with Five-O
Pockets getting too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope
And I make that pussy tap out
I knock that pussy out cold
Nigga, you get beat the crap out
But that's just how the dice roll
These hoes want that hosepipe
So I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on
All night, like porch lights, let do it
Fuck talking
We out here, we balling
And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like W—
'D-40
We fucked up, we Truk'ed up, no if, ands, or but fucks
Bitch niggas go
Behind your back like nunchucks, and that's fucked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever
Thee bitches think they're too fly?
Well
Tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I'm Tunechi
Young Tunechi
I wear Trukfit
Fuck Gucci
She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips
Smooches, and that's 2 Chainz

Look at chu (Woah)
Now, look at us
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
All my niggas live rich as fuck (Yeah)
All-All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at chu (Look at chu)
Now, look at us (Now, look at us)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Bitch)
All my-All my niggas live rich as fuck (You hoe-ass bi—)
All my-All-All my ni— (Uh)
Never

Talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin
I turned a penny to a motherfucking Janet Jackson
Tell the bitches that be hating I ain't got no worries
I just wanna hit-and-run like I ain't got insurance
Hoe
What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah
Murder, 187
I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go da Heaven, and I got Xanax
Percocet, Promethazine with Codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman
I'm selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties
Flat ass, TV screen
I keep a bad bitch
Call me The B.B. King
And ya know I got that mouth out her
Then put the bitch out like a house fire
I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can't trust none of these niggas
Can't trust none of these hoes
And I see yo' girl
When I want
I got that hoe TiVo'd
Uh, got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy
Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass pussy
Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, Ion't care who's looking
All I know is I love my bitch
And pussy feel just like Heaven on Earth
Six-feet deep, dick-shoveling the dirt
R.I.P.:
Rest In Pussy
Light that shit, then pass that shit
We gon' get so smoked out
And then I went, got locked up
Every night, I dreamt I broke out
One time for them pussy niggas
That's that shit I don't like
We eating over here, nigga
Fuck around and have a food fight, and that's 2 Chainz

Look at chu (Uh)
Now, look at us (Yeah)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (What?)
All my niggas live rich as fuck (What?)
All-All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah)
Look at chu (Ayy, fuck all y'all bitches, straight up)
Now, look at us (Any bitch out there that ain't never wanna give me no pussy)
All my niggas look rich as fuck (Fuck you in your asshole, bitch)
All my-All my niggas live rich as fuck
All my-All-All my niggas look rich as fuck

And yo' nigga a hoe
12. Sacrifices 5:08

Wrote this shit

January 21
Baby girl, I had a run
I'll be back a couple months
Kendall turned 21
Was up the street wit' 21
They could see me online
But they won't see me on the ones
I got Dubai plates
In the California state
I got her waiting at my place
I got no baby on the way
I'm talking Baby like Stunna
I'm talking Baby like Face
Lost millions in the past
I'm talking maybe like eight
Couple niggas from the city, wishing on a star, could they be like Drake
Sorry, no, not today
You gotta find your own way
Big dawg from the 6ix
My shit be raw out the gate
Ion't need another take
40 got house on the lake
I ain't know we had a lake
She complaining how I'm late
I ain't know it was a date
Niggas see me in person, first thing they say i', 'I know ya need a break'
Hell nah, I feel great
Ready now, why wait?
Like a kiss from a rose, I could be the one da seal your whole fate
So be careful what cha think
Think about what cha gon' say
Gotta deal with people straight
I got my 23's laced
It's a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race
Yeah (Yeah)

And I'm convinced
I make sacrifices, I've been balling ever since
We seeing so many blessing', shit don't make no sense
Someone watching over us, so shout goes out da Him
Yeah (Yeah)
I'm convinced ('Vinced)
I make sacrifices, I've been balling ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watching over us, so shout goes out da—

2 Chainz, I'm a real one
Few shows, that's a mil' run
When she bust it down, I said, 'Thanks for giving to me', like a pilgrim
Cold world'll be chilling
Earmuffs on the children
Used to trap out the Hilton
Got wood on the Cartiers
That's a face full of splinters
Count a bankroll for dinner
This the wrong place da enter
Phone sex, yeah, for breakfast
All kinda women text us
Met her at the Super Bowl
Told her I'd stayed down the street from Texas (Whoo)
A-Town, I stayed down
Yeah, it's all in the wrist (Skrrt)
This one here out the fence
Trap jumping like Tha Carter
Mean it jumping like Vince
Moved on from the election
Introduced her to the plug
Can't believe they tried a take the connection
Ooh, girl, you a blessing
Fine a', be finessing
Yeah, I love my fans, but I don't wanna take pictures in the restroom
Drench God with the 6 God
Point guard and the two guard
Pretty Girls Like Trap Music, so I woke up with my wood hard (Wood hard)

And I'm convinced
I make sacrifices, I've been balling ever since
We seeing so many blessing', shit don't make no sense
Someone watching over us, so shout goes out da Him
Yeah (Yeah)
I'm convinced ('Vinced)
I make sacrifices, I've been balling ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watching over us, so shout goes out da— (I was stealing from a bitch, slime)

Back when I wa' 21 (Facts)
My favorite gun was a SIG (.9)
20 in the clip, head one (No cocking)
Growing up, I was a running back
You'd never made me ran once (Goddamn)
I got shot, sweat started running
That shit wa' red like Hunt (Ketchup)
I'm kicking, pimping like I punt (Beat it)
But, don't cha think shit's sweet?
I'm talking sweet, dear meat (Ooh)
I'm talking suite, like he sleep (Like he sleep)
We ain't doing too much talking (Nah)
I'm talmbout talking like a speech (Election)
Like the president, I kill 'em neat (Scammers)
I'm talking neat like freak
I'm talking neat like fleek
I'm talking neat like a geek (Yeah)
You come with beef, I eat a B
I'm talking bees, spelling B (Sheesh)
Double-R, that's a Rolls (Skrrt)
Paint it yellow like it's dairy
I'm talking Rose like Derrick
I'm talking rolls like a belly (Whoo)
Like a new car, I got new keys
Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy seat (Chevy seat)
Then I heard they've been pulling all week (All week)
I'ma use her name, like, 'Who is he?'
You get it? Haha
I said I'ma use a name, like, 'Who is he?'
Got some gold on, leprechaun, sheesh
Deep sleep short for deceased
Big bezel on the patty (Whoo)
I'm talking PADI, I meant Patek
Don't try da take it, I got guns
I'm talking guns, not pellets (Pellet)
I watch the game from the floor (Floor seats)
I'm talking wood, first mattress
I'm talking wood, pants down (Pants down)
I'm talking woods like them clowns (You get it?)
I got my mink off a monkey
I'm talking monkey like Jumanji (Hrr)
All your diamonds partly sunny
I'm talking Sunny like D. Sunny (Sunny Delight)
My diamonds wet, it cost me money
I'm talking wet like it's running (Sank)
I'm talking wet like Katrina (New Orleans)
I'm talking wet like Dasani
Huh (I'm talking wet like Dasani)

And I'm convinced
I make sacrifices, I've been balling ever since
We seeing so many blessing', shit don't make no sense
Someone watching over us, so shout goes out da Him
Yeah (Yeah)
I'm convinced ('Vinced)
I make sacrifices, I've been balling ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watching over us, so shout goes out da—
13. 3500 7:42

The bandana wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
Fuck niggas, they scared (Fuck niggas, they scared)
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm taking they spot
Yah (Yah, ooh)
Thee niggas is scared

30's in the city moving slow
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know

(30's in the city moving slow)
Ladies, order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah, only real niggas keep ya float)
Painkillers, ain't got back pain, know ya gotta love it (Yeah)
Tings out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em (Only trill niggas I know)
Up-and-down wit' Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright, 30's in the city moving slow)
Still down with the same dawgs, man, they never loved us (Only real niggas keep ya float)
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it ('Mind me of it, yeah, only trill niggas I know)
We're still holding that old thing, tryna rob me of it (Oh, no)
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it (Score, 30's in the city moving slow)
I'm Papi though, they get it popping with me when I'm out in public (Straight up)
Flying through, I got a young 'Yoncé with a Iggy on her (Iggy on her, yeah, only trill niggas I know)
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (Lot of it, whoo)
All these cups and damn, all these hoes, thee niggas up da something (Oh)
Touch down out in H-Town, there, it might get ugly (Whoo)
It's trill, nigga, where it's trill niggas, a whole army of 'em (Whoo, only trill niggas I know)
I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't turn my 'countant on me (Yeah)
Free Rowdy, Rowdy, free Bobby, Bobby, them the Shmurda homies, good (Damn) Lord (Good Lord)
(Good Lord, ooh)

30's in the city moving slow
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
30's in the city moving slow
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know

Smoke wit' me, drank wit' me, lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith, then I throw it in park
You niggas some marks, and you ain't got no heart
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R (Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
I'm coming, I'm dripping, I'm fiending (I'm coming, I'm dripping, I'm fiending)
I'm not from this planet
I was abandoned
Trill niggas, real niggas, popping them pill niggas
Stack up a mil', nigga, like it's a lil' nigga
This for the one who gon' load up that K for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me
This for the niggas ran off and didn't wait on me
This for ya, bitch, you ran off and didn't wait on me (Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell Promethazine when I piss
I pray da God, he bring me Actavis
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private, I do it
Take all the Mollies, I do it
The Bentley put up wit' no mileage, I do it
These Styrofoams wit' me legitimate
I'm proudly downing these Percocets
We just wanna be stoners lately, I've been on, on, on
This money an option, this weed is a option, this lean is a option
Yo' bitch is a option, her bitch is a option
I send 'em through auctions (I send 'em through auctions)
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy (Lord)

30's in the city moving slow
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
30's in the city moving slow
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know (Yeah)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know (2 Chainz, my)

Bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke da my children room
Maybach in the living room (Ooh)
I spent racks on these tennis shoes (Tell 'em)
Niggas know what I'm finna do
Time for me da put the mink up (I did)
Forgiattos on the Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Kill)
I do shit that cha dreamed of
I wa' born with a mean mug (Damn)
I wa' born wit' some nappy hair
Drinking breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi's my alias (Yeah)
Real niggas my radius (Yeah, only trill niggas I—)
Trill niggas on the song wit' me
If she bad as hell, I'll pay the babysitter (I will)
In a black Mercedes with her (Err)
Doing about 180 with her (Err)
I wa' born a hustler
A paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident, all elegant (Elegant)
Leather shit in my front yard (Swear)
TV by my swimming pool (Swear)
Got that built like a sports bar (Ayy)
Chevelle with the new motor (Err)
Got the bih like a sports car (Yeah)
Yeah, my name i' Tity Boi (Boom)
Ion't fuck wit' hoe' that wear sports bras (Nah)
Crib bigger than ya 'magination
Call the trap house the gas station (I did)
Call Mama house the Jag station (Haha)
Emoji
Sad faces (Haha, shit, God)
Look at thee niggas (Look)
I need a buy pocketbooks for these niggas (Show)

30's in the city moving slow (Punk-a' niggas)
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat (35-hunnid)
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Real shit only here, keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real)
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real)
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real)
Only trill niggas I know (35)
Only-(Not me)-Only-Only trill niggas I know (Boom, uh)
30's in the city moving slow
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know

Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm taking they spot
Yah, we ride on a yacht (We ride on a yacht)
Yeah, ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Ain't nobody triller, we knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don't play 'round like Jas and Jr
(Only real niggas keep it float)
Say, 'Fuck all the rumors', say, 'Fuck all the rumors' (Only trill niggas I know)
Say, 'Fuck all the rumors', say, 'Fuck all the rumors' (Only trill niggas I know)
Say, 'Fuck all the rumors', say, 'Fuck all the rumors'

30's in the city moving slow
30-30-35-hunnid for the coat
Only-Only-Only real niggas keep ya float (Keep ya float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-Only-Only trill niggas I know

14. Big Bank 3:58

My bitch drive an all-white Range (White Range)
Couldn't hit it if you niggas had aim (Had aim)
Lames can't call, and you a lame (You a lame)
You had it, then you lost it, Hall of Shame (Hall of Shame)
I can buy a Bentley, don't talk to me (Don't talk to me)
For a show 150, don't talk to me (Don't talk to me)
You ain't never helped your mans, don't talk to me (Don't talk to me)
You just follow all the trends, don't talk to me (Don't talk to me)
Ayy
I set the bar, I'm the fucking bar (Fucking bar)
Look in the sky, I'm a fucking star (Fucking star)
I don't fall in love 'cause I be loving hard (I be loving hard)
Do e'rything like my shirt
Extra large (Extra large)
I don't care, I'll crash a Ghost (Ghost)
I got cribs in two states, I'll be doing the most (I'll be doing the most)
I got white folks' money that I won't blow (That I won't blow)
And if you ask why, 'cause the white folks don't (The white folks don't)

Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Type of money, you gon' need a safe
Type of money, you gon' need a bank
From the hood, it's type of money, make ya stay awake
Type of money, she gon' let cha put it in your face
Big bank take lil' bank (Yah)
Bank
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank

Everything proper, no propaganda
Tropicana Goyard bandana
Big sack, a lotta hoes like Santa
Threw a birthday party in a Phantom
Big shit like a dinosaur did it
And ya know Tity shining like acrylic
Yeah, I sold dope and had cornrows
I can see you nigga' hating with the door closed
Now I'm looking for a glove with the sparkle on it
And my CBCD got chocolate on it
Big bank take small-ass shit
Bank account on some tall-ass shit
Attitude on some 'Fuck you too'
Bankroll on, 'What it do, boo?'
Meet me at the room, let vibe
And if I ain't did it yet, I'll try

Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Type of money, you gon' need a safe
Type of money, you gon' need a bank
From the hood, it's type of money, make ya stay awake
Type of money, she gon' let cha put it in your face
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Big bank take lil' bank

She (Bank) said, 'What cha gon' do if I leave?'
I said, 'Bitch, I'ma do me' (Me)
B-I-G, bitch, everything zoomed in (Zoom)
Big bag on me looking like I'm moving in (God)
Got my foot in the door and we still here (Here)
I'm a first generation millionaire
I (Here) broke the curse in my family not having shit
I'm passionate like girls that's after more than just cash and dick
Feed me to the wolves, now I lead the pack and shit
Chu (Damn) boys all cap, I'm more Colin Kaepernick (Cap)
I'm rare as affordable healthcare (Oh, God)
Or going da wealth from welfare (God, God)
I turn my W's to M's, yeah, I flip those (Those)
I might buy her red bottoms with the crypto ('To)
Three coins, that'll pay ya whole semester (Swerve, swerve)
But cha gotta ride it better than a Tesla

Big bank take lil' bank
Bank (Lil' bitch)
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Type of money, you gon' need a safe
Type of money, you gon' need a bank
From the hood, it's type of money, make ya stay awake
Type of money, she gon' let cha put it in your face
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Big bank take lil' bank (Uh-oh)
Bank

Back again
Back-to-back, Maybach, stack the M's
Told 'em I met Slim Shady, bagged a Em
Once he go Black, he'll be back again
Tell 'em hoes that it's crunch time, abdomen
Yes, I cop Mad Chanel and Mad Given'
She did it again, imagine them
'Bout to make these bum bitches mad again (Haha, uh-oh)
Back to them
I lead the pack so my back's to them
Yup, The Queen's back, what's happening?
Rerun, 'bout to make these bitches rap again (Rrr, uh)
Diamond chain on my ankle
Young Money in the cut like a shank, though
Tell T.I.P. rubber bands in my bankroll (Mmm, roll)
Show my ass like a stank hoe

Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Type of money, you gon' need a safe
Type of money, you gon' need a bank
From the hood, it's type of money, make ya stay awake
Type of money, she gon' let cha put it in your face
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
Big bank take lil' bank
Bank
15. Ali Bomaye 6:14

Get my people out them chains, nigga
I mean handcuffs
Time da man up
Put my hands up?
Fuck you saying, bruh?
'Cause I'm a Black man
In a Phantom
Or is it 'cause my windows tinted?
Car cost 3-hunnid-thou' and I blow indo in it (2 Chainz)
You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on Spring Break?
Well (Well)
I'ma fuck her 'til (Yeah) the springs break

Roll another one 'cause I'm winning
In my fo'-do', looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate, keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3,000
From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken, no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First, you get the power
Then, you get respect
I'm getting so much money, I can buy your bitch
Take it how ya wanna
If you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress, what the fuck I'm thinking?
B-Bought that hoe a ring
It was for her pinky
Uh
That's pimping, that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent, uh

Fuck y'all mad at me fo'? Got a black card and a black Phantom
With a White bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, 2-hunnid racks, no lie (True)

Ali Bomaye
Ali Bomaye
I'm 'bout da rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye
Ali Bomaye
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

Fuck y'all mad at me fo', 'cause my belt got two G's on it?
Her bag got two C's on it? My daughter's stroller got D's on it?
Woah (Woah)
Free Big Meech, free Boosie, and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come da Compton, you'll see murders
And my AR see murders
That's beef, nigga, no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch, go turn on them burners
Got dope da sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a lil' nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye
But they yelling:

'Ali Bomaye
Ali Bomaye
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye
Ali Bomaye
Got a chopper and a bottle (M-M-M-Maybach Music), fuck it, let 'em spray'

I take my case to trial
Hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big
I think sharp
Inhale smoke
Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one wit' chaself
Run a niggas for help, favors? I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles wit' lasers
Swing it just like the majors
Hit chu right above navel
Now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along

Unless it's ass in a thong
Hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the TEC
Tity spraying the MAC
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
I got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? Fuck with him
I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back, 2 Chainz

Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie:
'No Lie' already got a plaque
Mama got a house
Daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce (Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out)
If them niggas pussy
We douche 'em
We clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence if you got work
Go da work, don't work at cho' residence

For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple-beam is Heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that motherfucking elephant
That's a gray Ghost (Gray Ghost)
With the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill (Foreman grill)
Weigh the motherfuckers in, made another mil' (Made another mil')
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it, whip his ass today

Ali Bomaye
Ali Bomaye
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye
Ali Bomaye
Got a chopper and a bottle, fuck it, let 'em spray
16. Plug Walk (Remix) 6:38

It's Gucci
Richie, haha
1017
Rich Forever
Burr
Ion't even know how much my wrist cost, haha
Ayy
Ayy (TheLabCook)
Ayy

Plug walk (Plug walk, plug, plug)
Ion't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (Huh? What? What?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, Ion't let my plug walk (Pull up in a space coupe, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
New freak, had a cut my other lil' bitch off (Ooh, ooh, lil' bitch)
50K, you can come and book a nigga for a plug walk

You can't reach me (What?)
Space coupe like E.T. (E.T.)
It's the plug tryna call me (Skrrt-skrrt)
I was up trapping early in the morning (Plug)
Ooh
On my wave like a durag (Durag)
Pussy nigga calling for his boo back (Pussy)
Plug walk, Gucci on my shoe racks (Gucci)
Walk up in the house (Ta-ta-ta-ta, where the stove at? 'Til I ran into the plug, 'til I ran into—)
'Til I ran into the mud (To the mud)
I done ran into some racks, I done ran into your girl (To your girl)
Why the plug show me love? (Show me love)
I done came up from a dub (Huh?)

Plug walk (Plug walk, plug, plug)
Ion't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (Huh? What? What?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, Ion't let my plug walk (Pull up in a space coupe, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
New freak, had a cut my other lil' bitch off (Ooh, ooh, lil' bitch)
50K, you can come and book a nigga for a plug walk

Big ol' Bentley, it's a spaceship (Woah)
Call me on my phone, Ion't say shit (What?)
I make money when I talk (When I talk)
I'm a boss, take a loss (I'm a what?)
I can introduce you to the plug (To the plug)
Bitch, this ain't no Henny in my cup (Lil' bitch)
Stayed down, now the racks up (Racks up)
She gon' let me fuck, ass up (Ass up, plug)
I stuck kis in the Louie V (Louie V)
Fuck 12, I'm a G, ain't no stopping me (Ain't no stopping me)
And my wrist is on overseas (Drip)
Rich nigga, you can't talk to me (Ayy, Rich)

Plug (Heh) walk (Plug walk, plug, plug)
Ion't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (Richie, haha, huh? What? What?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, Ion't let my plug walk (No, pull up in a space coupe, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
New freak, had a cut my other lil' bitch off (Heh, ooh, heh, ooh, lil' bitch)
50K, you can come and book a nigga for a plug walk

20K, that ain't shit da me (That ain't shit da me)
Get cha knocked off for some groceries (Hah, what?)
Might pull up to your show and spray the scenery (Rrah)
Like, 'Fuck it, it's gon' have da be a tragedy' (A tragedy)
Ooh, and tell my 50, get the strap (Get the strap)
Niggas hating 'cause I'm rich, I grab the MAC (I grab the MAC)
You can't trust a bitch, gon' stab ya in your back (In your back)
I'm too rich to give a fuck, and that's a fact (Rich, plug)
I'm too busy counting dividends (Dividends)
She was talking shit about me, fuck the bitch again (I fucked the bitch again)
He ain't count a million (Million)
Load the clip again (Huh?)
Racks on me, 'cause the plug, that my best friend

Plug walk (Plug walk, plug, plug)
Ion't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (Huh? What? What?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, Ion't let my plug walk (Pull up in a space coupe, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, heh, skrrt, skrrt)
New freak, had a cut my other lil' bitch off (Go, ooh, ooh, lil' bitch, fire, skrrt)
50K, you can come and book (Go) a nigga for a plug walk (Get the pot in New York)

Let the fork do the talk (Skrrt)
Gucci Mane, I murder man (Rrah), I get cha lined in the chalk
Million-dollar AP, Gucci Mane challenge
High-stepping in my Louboutins, fuck New Balance (Damn)
Sun Valley Junior High, me and BP (Heh)
Selling chronic like it's Snoop Dogg, that was '93
Blue coupe, red coupe, nigga, I ain't set tripping (No)
This space coupe, I drop the plug off like he George Jetson (It's Gucci, burr)

Plug walk (Plug walk, plug, plug)
Ion't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (Huh? What? What?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, Ion't let my plug walk (Pull up in a space coupe, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
New freak, had a cut my other lil' bitch off (Ooh, ooh, lil' bitch, 4Hunnid)
50K, you can come and book a nigga for a plug walk (4Hunnid)

Red coupe, I suwoo that (Suwoo)
Paint the Maybach red, had a do that (Suwoo)
I'm the plug, got the whole hood strapped (Strapped)
Glock 9, a new freezer, gotta shoot that
Blood walk (Blood walk, on bloods, do your dance, do your dance, do your dance, do your dance, do your dance)
You new niggas just now learning how the Bloods talk (Bloods talk)
YG, you mad? Hell yeah, that nigga pissed off
But I'm up now, pass, touchdown
That's a touchdown, score and buy a bustdown
Balling 'til it's final, you get put out in the first round
I'm a boss, wow, certain things I don't touch now (Blood walk)
And my plug sound like, 'Pinche cabrón, ándale with that dope, ándale with that dope' (Ándale)
And my plug name is Tito Carrón, he be like, 'Ándale with that dope' ('Rriba), ye' ain't got it, then you vámonos

Plug walk (Tito, plug walk, plug, plug)
Ion't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (Huh? What? What?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, Ion't let my plug walk (Pull up in a space coupe, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
New freak, had a cut my other lil' bitch off (Lil' bitch off, ooh, ooh, lil' bitch, Don Dee Dean that)
50K, you can come and book a nigga for a plug walk (2 Chain')

Got chips like a casino (Chips)
Had a try different angles like Dorito (Different angles)
I'm the godfather, nigga, Don Vito (Yeah)
This cheese nachos, nigga, jalapeño (Tell 'em)
Me and my plug use sign language (Uh)
I want five of 'em, I showed 'em five fingers (Damn)
Five cellphone', nigga, five ringers (Five ringers)
I talk shit too, I'm bilingual (Whoo)
I got a bi wit' me tryna get by (Get by)
She say she-on't like niggas and neither do I (Neither do I)
Silicone Valley with the trap shit (Trap shit)
Southside started all the cap shit (Ayy, cap shit)

Plug walk (Yeah, plug walk, plug, plug)
Ion't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (¿Qué pasa, huh? Migo? Hah, what? What?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, Ion't let my plug walk (Pull up in a space coupe, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, space coupe, space coupe)
New freak, had a cut my other lil' bitch off (Ooh, cut that bitch, ooh, lil' bitch)
50K, you can come and book a nigga for a plug walk
17. Talk Dirty 2:58

Jason, hahaha
Jason Derulo
Haha
Get Jazzy on 'em

I'm that flight that cha get on
International
First-class seat on my lap, girl
Riding comfortable (Oh, yeah, hah)
'Cause I know what the girl dem need
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport
You make it hard a leave

Been around the world, don't speak the language (Uh-huh)
But cha booty don't need explaining (Uh-huh)
All I really need a understand is (Uh-huh)
When
You
Talk dirty to me

Talk dirty to me (What?)
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me (What?)
Get Jazzy on 'em

You know the words to my songs
No hablá ingles (Oh)
Our conversations ain't long
But chu know what is
I know what the girl dem want
London to Taiwan
I (Taiwan) got lipstick stamps on my passport
I think I need a new one-uh-hone

Been around the world, don't speak the language (Uh-huh)
But cha booty don't need explaining (Oh, uh-huh)
All I really need a understand is (Uh-huh)
When
You
Talk dirty to me (Whoo)

Talk dirty to me (Haha, what?)
Talk dirty to me (Talk, yeah)
Talk dirty to me (Ayy, what? Uh, yeah, ooh)

(Uno)
Met cha friend in Rio
(Dos)
She was all on me, oh
(Tres)
We could ménage a three, though
(Cuatro)
Oh, yeah (2 Chainz)

Dos Cadenas, close to genius
Sold-out arenas, you can suck my penis (Ooh, damn)
Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck (Deck)
Chest-to-chest, tongue on neck (Neck)
International oral sex
Every picture I take, I pose a threat (True, yeah)
Bought a jet
What cha expect?
Her pussy's so good, I bought her a pet (Oh, oh, oh, oh, tell 'em)
Anyway, every day, I'm tryna get to it
Got her saved in my phone under 'Big Booty' (Haha)
Anyway, every day, I'm tryna get to it
Got her saved in my phone under 'Big Booty'

Been around the world, don't speak the language (Uh-huh)
But cha booty don't need explaining (Uh-huh)
All I really need a understand is (Uh-huh)
When
You
Talk dirty to me (You do)

Talk dirty to me (Yeah, yeah)
Talk dirty to me (Talk to me, talk, ah, yeah, oh)
Talk dirty to me (Oh, yeah, oh)
Get Jazzy on 'em

What?
I don't understand
Hmm-mmm
18. Champions 5:36

(Quavo)

Lifestyle on camera (Camera)
Hunnid-thousand-dollar chandelier (Chandelier)
They tried a turn me to an animal (Animal)
But white people think I'm radical (Radical)
Supermodels think I'm handsome (Handsome)
You might think I'm too aggressive (Word, aggressive)
But, really, I think I'm too passive (Ayy)
'Til I pull out the chopper, start blasting (15-hunnid, baow)

All in singles (Straight up)
Throw it up
Watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go (Git, strapped, git, thrrah, strapped)
'Round and 'round they go (Git, git, git, git)

Pray for me (Why?)
I'm about da hit the Ye button (Git, git)
I don't wanna say nutting wrong (Why?)
But it'd be wrong if I ain't saying nutting (Thrrah)
Imagine if I ain't saying nutting (Git)
Wouldn't none thee niggas say nutting? (Git, git)
I done lost and made money (Why?)
Now I'm making some' they can't take from me (Thrrah), and I'm—
Fresh out of debt in this muh'fucker (Why?)
And they still ain't ready yet for a muh'fucker (Thrrah)
Yeezy 'bout da go and put all his Louie on (On)
I'm 'bout da go Gucci in the Gucci sto' (Thrrah, it's Gucci, sto'-o-o-o-o-o-o-o)

Fresh out the Feds in this motherfucker (Hah)
And they still ain't ready yet for a muh'fucker (No)
Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout da put my Yeezys on (Huh?)
Now that Gucci home, it's over (Yeah) for you Gucci clones (15-hunnid)

All in singles (Straight up)
Throw it up
Watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go (Strapped, strapped)
'Round and 'round they go (Git, git, I)
Champions (Oh)
We run the city
Number one (Oh)
They falling from the top
'Round and 'round they go (Oh, oh, oh, woah, 'round and 'round)
'Round and 'round they go-oh-oh-oh (Oh, oh, straight up, oh, look, ayy)

I say a prayer for my enemies (Prayer)
They cannot slow down what's meant for me (Thrrah, straight up)
Funny how they come around like I can't see through they secret identities (Thrrah)
Lately, it's all about Zen in me (Why?)
Subtracting the negative energy (Git)
Fuck with the family, turn yo' ass to a memory (Git, git, git)
My niggas keep it a century (Thrrah, 1-hunnid)
I blow the check up, nigga, detonation (Git)
Kill 'em one-by-one, Final Destination (Git, thrrah, git)
Top my destination (Git)
I got guardian angels (Why?) all around a nigga, that's deflecting Satan (Thrrah, God)
I'm a motherfucking champion (Git)
This right here the fucking anthem (Git, git)
I can't dap ya without hand san' (Why?)
Ion't know where yo' dirty-ass hands been (Swerve, swerve, swerve, rah)
I wake up to like a hunnid texts (1-hunnid of 'em, git, thrrah, git, git)
Championship team, but we can't cut the net (Okay)
She all up in my jersey looking underdressed (Straight up, straight up, for sure, whoo)
I'm finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX
Wit' 15-hunnid

All in singles (Straight up)
Throw it up
Watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go ('Round and 'round it go, yeah, 'round, strapped, and, strapped, 'round it go)
'Round and 'round they go-oh-oh-oh (I'd rather be strapped and ride with the pole, 2 Chainz, than a get down in a hole, uh, ayy)

I took a nap in the pulpit
I never like how a suit fit
I got a pocket full of money
It got me walking all slew-foot
I'm on my wave like a cruise ship
In that hoe mouth like a toothpick
Anyone get in my way
Nothing da say, I tote 'em choppers like pool sticks (Bah)
I wear pajamas to Ruth Chris (Oh)
Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks (Nah)
I'm coming from the apartments (Yeah)
We never had our damn pool fixed (Damn)
Walk in the mall wit' my new bitch
Tell her to get the whole rack
My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See, that is a snowball effect
I got gold on my neck (Gold)
Looking like a Super Bowl on my neck (Woah)
I got a mansion full of marble flows
It look like I could go bowl in this bitch
Versace logos on bowls in this bitch
Whoo
Like I'm a serial killer
I put the real in gorilla
I did this shit for my niggas (Niggas), yeah (15-hunnid, yeah)

All in singles (Straight up)
Throw it up
Watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go ('Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go)
'Round and 'round they go-oh-oh-oh (I'd rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole)
Champions (Oh)
We run the city
Number one (Oh)
They falling from the top
'Round and 'round they go (Oh, oh, oh, 'round and 'round it go, go, 'round and 'round it go, no, no)
'Round and 'round they go (Oh, oh, oh, I'd rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole, I'm Yo Gotti, ayy)

Reach for my chain i' suicide (Oh)
The car I drive fit two inside
They mad at Ye 'cause he all in the neighborhood (Oh, oh, oh)
But he let them goons inside (Why?)
Let fuck up the neighborhood (Oh, why? Oh, oh, why?)
Let fuck up the neighborhood (Why? Thrrah)
Buy every house in this bitch (Oh, oh, oh, why?)
You know that the money good (Why? Thrrah)
My wrist in the kitchen go 'round and 'round (Oh, oh, oh, whoo)
Play with the kid, I'ma gun ya down (Why?)
The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found (Oh, oh, oh, whoo)
Official trap shit, let me slow it down (Why?)
Way more shit than a Pamper (Oh, why?)
All we rock is bandanas (Git)
Whips so nasty, no manners (Oh)
I just got head in a Phantom (Go, thrrah)

She say she don't want a chump (Oh, oh, oh), baby want a champ
She say money make her cum (Oh, oh, oh), Gucci made her damp (Gucci)
1017's The Squad (Oh, oh, oh), Gucci Mane's the stamp (Heh)
And he don't ever sleep, he's a fucking vamp' (Heh)
I heard cho' bitch ride on the bus, you don't give a damn
My bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am
I love my auntie Jane, but fuck Uncle Sam
I'm a walking money machine, check my Instagram (Thrrah, go)
Niggas never test the kid, so I don't have da cram
My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown (Hah)
And Ion't really fuck around (No)
I gave my bitch 2-mil' 'cause she stuck around (Wop, 15-hunnid)

All in singles (Straight up)
Throw it up (Oh, yeah)
Watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go ('Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go)
'Round and 'round they go-oh-oh-oh (I'd rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole)
Champions
We run the city (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Number one
They falling from the top
'Round and 'round they go (Oh, oh, oh, 'round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go)
'Round and 'round they go (Oh, oh, oh, I'd rather be strapped and ride with the pole than a get down in a hole, ayy)
19. X 4:28


Somebody pop all day
Hol' up, somebody on they way
Hol' up, I wore the crown all day
Hol' up, somebody can't relate (Black Panther)
Hol' up, stay down wit' no faking, go up
Top-down, I've been racing, go up
She wild and been dangerous, go up
My crown in rotation, yeah (Yeah)


Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? I live on ten
Wait, but are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? Hol' up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck-up indawo (Woah)
Come tear this shit down (Woah)
I see double cups (Yonke indawo)
O'volovolo (Yonke indawo)
Got Benjamin Franklin phezulu koMadiba (No homo)
Soldier from the jungle
I keep the piece on me, I leave you puzzled
Ngiphethe ucherry we ngamla, black card on her
Money longer than hair on her
In her mouth like cavity
And I'm higher than her dad's salary
Saudi, are you on ten yet?
Phuza i-Lean, smoking, you know popping Xanax
Pop iXanny ngathi yiTszeni
Hit the Msotra if you're looking for me
Somebody ngiph' indwangu netissue, I'm dripping
Somebody's daughter finna swallow all these children
Imali is my Achilles' heel, yeah
I race you to a 100-million

Somebody pop all day
Hol' up, somebody on they way
Hol' up, I wore the crown all day
Hol' up, somebody can't relate
Hol' up, stay down wit' no faking, go up
Top-down, I've been racing, go up
She wild and been dangerous, go up
My crown in rotation, yeah (Yeah)

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? I live on ten
Wait, but are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? Hol' up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Are you on ten yet? (Hol' up, hol' up)
Do you have Henn' yet?
Jewelry on Windex (Jewelry on Windex)
Whoop, 80 my Rolex
Might Maybach the Benz, two-door coming out
Black on black again, I might gold the trim
I been built to win, I don't exit here
Too much flexing here, Go-Go Gadget this
Too much bread a get, I've been stretching up
Ain't no catching up, I don't rest enough, uh
I don't plan for luck, I keep working hard
Who keep blessing us? Uh
I'm on a ten and I need a ten
Nigga, done made him a M a week
Nigga, December been good a me
Not even Kendrick can humble me
Nigga too rich to go do the lease
Tryna become a way bigger Meech
Nigga, my tooth is like ten a piece
TDE family, the Genovese
Her tits are C cup, her ass an A-plus
I got my grades up, I had no backup
Now, run the check up, now, run the check up
And fuck the place up, fuck the place up (Whoop)

Somebody pop all day
Hol' up, somebody on they way
Hol' up, I wore the crown all day
Hol' up, somebody can't relate
Hol' up, stay down wit' no faking, go up
Top-down, I've been racing, go up
She wild and been dangerous, go up
My crown in rotation, yeah (Yeah)

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? I live on ten
Wait, but are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? Hol' up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Somebody, somebody, somebody on ten


Originality (Ten), couple fatalities
Candied my car and it's sweet like a cavity (Are you on ten yet?)
Saying they after me, ain't no one after me
Baby Mama used to work at the Applebee's (Are you on ten yet?)
Somebody call my phone, yeah
I'ma send their ass to voicemail (Are you on ten yet?)
Ion't even check my voicemail (Ten, ten, ten, ten)
Big weight, I'ma need a horse scale
F12, Berlinetta
I can wear shorts in the winter, uh
Wore turtlenecks in the summer, uh
This here is not for beginners, yeah
Digi-scale, fingernail
Went da Hell, came back, went da jail
Left jail, went da Benihana
Kenny on the corner, got the swagger on me
Yeah
Different fabric on me
Yeah
This for trappers only
Yeah
Married to the game
Yeah
Holy matrimony (Yeah)
Yeah
Boots upside cho' cranium
Fucked up someone's stage again
From strip clubs to stadiums
I took my shot and made it in

Somebody pop all day
Hol' up, somebody on they way
Hol' up, I wore the crown all day
Hol' up, somebody can't relate
Hol' up, stay down wit' no faking, go up
Top-down, I've been racing, go up
She wild and been dangerous, go up
My crown in rotation, yeah (Yeah)

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? Wait
Are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? I live on ten
Wait, but are you on ten yet?
Are you on ten yet? Hol' up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up
Fuck the place up, fuck the place up (Up)
20. Chloraseptic (Remix) 8:58

(2 Chainz)
Yeah, yeah

Take 'em da church
I'm talking the tabernacle
It's the return of the body snatcher
Walk in the spot, made my woman smack ya (Whoo)
In a fruit fight, I aim at cha Adam's apple
Pull up in the candy car, eating a candy bar
And my girl eating a candy apple
Yeah (Mmm)
I line their ass up (Up)
I aim at their goozer (Bah)
All of these stones on my neck, uh
They must have looked at Medusa
Pockets Rasputia of course
I drove some rims to court
I fucked some twins before
I had a Benz before
This i' the sin report
This i' the murder, murder, pass the burner, Em (Uh)
Your money shorter than an acronym (Ayy)
Big body when I'm backing in (Whoo)
Ladi-dadi, got a bunch of bodies
Niggas faking, niggas human-trafficking (Whoo)
I'm on the Act' again, uh (I'm on the Act' again)
This ain't a accident, uh
King like Akron
I run the trap again, you on the treadmill (Treadmill)
Never-Never Land, shit came with a Ferris wheel (Goddamn)
Ferris day off, baby, AR in the same car
Most of y'all my sons, aw, look at little JR
F-12 same color Kate Moss, uh
I'm talking wristing the pot
I'm talking this and you not
I'm talking bricks and you not
I'm talking straight up and down
Nigga, like 6:00
This i' the equinox
This what the people want
Somebody at the door
I heard the speaker knock
Uh (I'm at cha throat like Chloraseptic, Chloraseptic)

'Septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with (I'm too complex with)
'Plex with (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit)
Next shit (Yeah)
I'm at cha throat, I'm feeling reckless (I'm feeling reckless)
Reckless, yeah (Yeah)

Do me a favor, don't do me no favors
Thee bitches got flavors
They all wanna smoke, but ain't doing no labor
But they shopping at Raleys, they stinging like tasers
Act Hollywood like they play for the Lakers
They fly on the latest
Crocs, alligators, say hi da my haters
Pardon my neighbor
We eating that chicken, lobster, potatoes
You must be sniffing that yayo
If you don't think I'm that nigga
Swagger on ten since a day old
It's a-okay though, whipping up whip like it's mayo
Every track is a K.O., technical K.O
Go off your head like I'm Ayo
Out of this world, talking NATO
It's 'cause of jail, hoe, don't be an A-hole
'Cause I got shooters that shoot when I say so (Lay low)
Wanna be in my shoes, you ain't paid no dues (Our shoes)
Go, nigga, you ain't break no rules (Hell yeah)
High school, niggas ate cho' food (Food)
Might dumb it down a little, but I ain't no fool (Hell yeah)
Niggas hate every day, B (Yeah)
Shit is O.C. lately (Yeah)
Gotta break 'em off with these Dre beats (Yeah)
Or I might go crazy (Hell yeah)
Thee niggas too goddamn lazy (Too lazy)
Don't ever, ever, ever try da play me (Da play me)
Lil' shawty now coming from BK (BK)
But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (Like JAY-Z)
Nothing but love for my idols (Love for my idols)
I feel entitled to titles (To titles)
Fuck it, man, I want the title (I want the title)
Submission, they going all viral (I'm at cha throat like Chloraseptic, Chloraseptic)

'Septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with (I'm too complex with)
'Plex with (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit)
Next shit (Yeah)
I'm at cha throat, I'm feeling reckless (I'm feeling reckless)
Reckless, yeah (Yeah)

Bin Laden with a pen, bodying again
I begin slaughtering your men, prolly shoulda been
Ali or the Svengali embodiment of sin
Like a Saudi in the Taliban plotting an event
In the lobby of the Intercontinental with an obvious intent
And I would not even relent up on a little
Like Osama with a bomb under the bin and down the middle
Of the Pentagon and hit a kindergartner with a rental (Stop)
Back and forth
Back and forth
Like Jack Kevorkian's ass to court
'Rap mature, why can't chu be like Macklemore?' (Huh?)
'Why ya always gotta smack a whore?' (Huh?)
It's likely the psychiatric ward's a last resort (Huh?)
Something's gotta give, that's for sure
Yet, chu keep coming back for more
Not as raw as I was, ''Walk on Water' sucks”
Bitch, suck my dick
Y'all saw the tracklist and had a fit
'Fore ya heard it, so ya formed your verdict
While you sat wit' cha arms crossed
Did cha little reaction videos and talked over songs (Chill)
Nah, dawg, y'all saying I lost it?
Your fucking marbles are gone (Wait, Em)
But, nowadays, every flow, every cadence sound the same (Skrrt)
Brain's a powder keg, I draw inspiration outta hate
Real pain in the paper, I don't trace
But if I look strange and outta place
It's 'cause I'm an alien, that's why
I write 'til the page is outta space (Duh)
From 7 Mile in Novara
To 'How can I be down?' All of us tryna pile in the car (Yeah)
We shot for the stars (Yeah)
'Cause we only got so much time in this world (Yeah)
So rewind it to your high school dance to the night before
If you think you're promised tomorrow (Yeah)
Now I'm 'bout da fool again
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freaking lunatic, a human computer chip
And I'm soon a stick a broom in the uterus of your Hooters chick
If I was you, I wouldn't do nothing stupid due to the mood I'm in
I'm losing it, you get chewed like a Junior Mint
Show me who da rip, it's time for you da get screwed
Empty the lubricant and put super glue in it (Whoo)
How many fucking rappers did I go through?
Dispel doubt, but cha won't admit I smoked
And you was spellbound, hellbound in my snowsuit
But, am I s'posed to sound like everything else out?
'Cause I don't get compared to it, only myself now
Well, I can see the fair-weather fans and sales down
But the only way I care is if I let myself down
But, what the fuck have I woke to?
Time da eat the vocals and shit out Pro Tools
I know ya still want me da ill out, don't cha?
Hoping the old Slim's gonna spill out, open
Fire on your whole camp with this spit, I roast ya
So, chill out, no, you
Hoes couldn't roast me with the shit I wrote chu
Then I took a stand, went at Tan-Face and practically cut my motherfucking fanbase in half and still outsold chu
You just called my shit trash?
Thank God, I rap better when the odds are stacked
'Revival's wack, I don't like the 'Zombie' track
And when he's talking that garbage psychotic crap
Where's your content at?
What's with all the conscious rap?
P!nk, Beyoncé this and Kehlani that' (Yeah)
I just add it to the fuel in my rocket pack
'Til I'm ready da respond, then I'ma launch it at 'em
Idiotic from the fucking embryonic sac
To the body bag, I'll be back
And when I am, I'll be at cha fucking throat like Chloraseptic (Chloraseptic)

'Septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with (I'm too complex with)
'Plex with (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit)
Next shit (Yeah)
I'm at cha throat, I'm feeling reckless (I'm feeling reckless)
Reckless, yeah (Yeah, and I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you)

Hundred of you (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
All at once like I had nothing da lose (Nothing da lose)
What can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose (Destruction is loose)
Destruction is loose
And all it wants is to have something da chew (Something da chew)
Something da chew, something da chew (Something da chew)

Instinctive nature da bring the anguish (Yeah)
To the English language
With this ink, you haters get rode on like a piece of paper (Haha)
This rap shit got me traveling place to place, you barely leave your house (House)
'Cause you're always stuck at cha pad (Pad)
It's stationary
Yeah, that's why when I brainstorm, gotta write it out (Write it out)
Simon Cowell of rhyming foul, that's why ya sound so shook
Wire bound notebook got tied around your throat
Hook it inside your mouth, go — 'Hrruh'
That's what it's like when the mic is out
'Cause I'm tearing at cha flesh with it (Flesh with it)
'Til your larynx and neck are split (Neck are split)
With these lyrics, weapons, expert with (Expert with)
Like hair extensions, extra clips (Extra clips)
And you're scared da effing death of it (Death of it)
Bitch, you're staring at a legend that (At a legend that)
In a pair of Skechers, sweatshirt ripped (Sweatshirt ripped)
And hoodie black, should be strapped
To a chair or stretcher, electric, swear on every record, bitch (Record, bitch)
Finger so high in the air, I'll bet cha senses flip (Senses flip)
Like a barometric pressure switch (Pressure switch)
Caring less who I offend with this (This)
I'm at cha neck like Pez dispense (Pez dispense)
Go 'head, spit cha flow, bitch (I'm at cha throat like Chloraseptic, Chloraseptic)

'Septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with (I'm too complex with)
'Plex with (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit)
Next shit (Yeah)
I'm at cha throat, I'm feeling reckless (I'm feeling reckless)
Reckless, yeah (Yeah, and I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you)

Hundred of you (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
All at once like I had nothing da lose (Nothing da lose)
What can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose (Destruction is loose)
Destruction is loose
And all it wants is to have something da chew (Something da chew)
Something da chew, something da chew (Something da chew, yeah, uh, haha)

And still conjoined at
The hip with hop, still on point and poignant
Skilled as Floyd is
In this field, and still no filter, boy
I'll put chu in your place (Yeah) like a realtor, boy
You still ain't in the building, boy
I will destroy shit, even as I build it
Get the drill bit, pen is filled wit' poison
Which is the source, easy da still pinpoint it (Like what?)
Like a real thin joint, it (What?)
Comes on Quilted Northern (And what?)
In a built-in toilet (Yeah)
Bitch, I told cha I'm a dog (Woof)
I wouldn't heal with ointment
Way I'm kicking these fairies' tails
Should write a children's storybook (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Million voices in my head
But still get a little bit of thrill and some real enjoyment (Off what?)
Off the feel of going in (Like?)
Like your bitch when she gives me brain
Like she thinks I'm dumb (Ugh)
Grabs the crown of my dick and blows me da kingdom come (Yeah)
'Til I feel anointed
She makes iller noises
When she's with me, must be from the Windy City (Huh)
Pretty apparent (Pretty apparent) she's a MILF when blowing me (Blowing me)
'Cause I conned her into, ripping the condom in two (Whoo)
Dick is a bargaining tool, now I'm getting blew like Klonopins, Rude Jude
I go there, you wouldn't
Well, I still have a few views in common with you
Just not YouTube, 'cause (I'm at cha throat like Chloraseptic, Chloraseptic)

'Septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with (I'm too complex with)
'Plex with (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit)
Next shit (Yeah)
I'm at cha throat, I'm feeling reckless (I'm feeling reckless)
Reckless, yeah (Yeah, bitch, and I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you)

Hundred of you (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
All at once like I had nothing da lose (Nothing da lose)
What can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose (Destruction is loose)
Destruction is loose
And all it wants is to have something da chew (Something da chew)
Something da chew, something da chew (Something da chew)

You're a has-been
That has been the case since back when
You last went and threw your hat in the race
You've been trash (Bitch), stick your raps in the trash bin
Or end up in my next rhyme
You're a fuckboy, so next time
It's gonna be heads flying like Dez Bryant
With a TEC-9 against Rex Ryan (Yeah)
Now, watch me set it like correct time
All ya get is sloppy seconds like a Timex, I
Clock rejects into the next life
Talking reckless, but it's just my
Strongest suit, but cha can get my Colombian necktie
Prostitute, just climb in the Humvee and let's ride
Why ya hitching at night?
I put an end to your life, sex crime
Kidding aside, insidious vibe
Girl, ya know ya got the prettiest eyes
But all you're getting is bribed
Any old lie da try da get cha inside
Then we gon' end up spending the night
And I'm skinning your hide like an Indian tribe
What kind of nut drives a Budweiser truck
Finds a slut, tries to surprise her, cuffs, ties her up
Binds up, cuts, slices her twice?
But the muff diver must just like it rough
Fuck right in her vagina, blood
Flies up on the visor, like a geyser, uh (Music, please)
Enthusiast of the roofie
Goal is to get a floozy inside the Jacuzzi
And have a loosey-goosey as Cool C is with an Uzi
But I am to rap what blue jeans mean to Bruce Springsteen
Glued we be, I'm truTV, you're too PG
I'm Schoolly D, you're Spoonie Gee
No diss there, just notice there
Are no similarities that we share
Besides the fact we breathe air
Happily married a rap, and I'm glad that we buried
The hatchet and patched it up
Now I'm back da ratchet up my attack
And I'm at cha motherfucking throat like— (I'm at cha throat like Chloraseptic, Chloraseptic)

'Septic (Yeah)
And you got strep, I'm too complex with (I'm too complex with)
'Plex with (Yeah)
This shit I wrote is on some next shit (On some next shit)
Next shit (Yeah)
I'm at cha throat, I'm feeling reckless (I'm feeling reckless)
Reckless, yeah (Yeah, and I'll take a hundred of you, hundred of you)

Hundred of you (Baow-baow-baow-baow)
All at once like I had nothing da lose (Nothing da lose)
What can I do?
My appetite for destruction is loose (Destruction is loose)
Destruction is loose
And all it wants is to have something da chew (Something da chew)
Something da chew, something da chew (Something da chew)
21. Headband 3:42

Mustard (Yeah) on the beat, hoe (Bandz)

Already got one rolled up in my left hand (In my left hand)
Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband (Than a headband)
Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands (In my sweat glands)
This shit I'm on, better than the next strand (Ayy)
Than the next strand, better than the next strand (Ayy)
She head down, booty popping in a handstand (Bandz)
I shine bright, I'll give your girl a slight tan (Whoo)
I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man (*Whistles*)
Ion't even understand why she'd ever want a man
If she ever throw it, I'd catch it like a cornerback (Like a cornerback)
Like a cornerback, that's an interception (Interception)
You think I give a fuck? That's a misconception

Oh, what a night (Yeah)
Oh, what a night (Yeah)
The roof is on fire (Yeah)
So what? I'm high (Yeah)
I said, oh, what a night (Hey)
Oh, what a night
Yeah (Hey), she a bad bitch
All (Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh) jokes aside

Hey
Look at baby over there (Over there)
Wassup?
Lil' Mama, come here (Come here)
She started talking, but I really couldn't hear (Hah)
Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (Do it in the mirror)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
She broke it down, started moving like Shakira (Moving like Shakira)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (I)

Chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (Down)
Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
All I want chu da do is just drop that ass down (Yeah)
Drop, drop that ass down, uh
Now (2 Chainz), look back at it

Whistling Dixie
Middle school, I was getting head on a ten-speed
Gigolo bloodline
Pimping hereditary
Black on 28s, it remind me of February
Day you can fuck wit' me?
That would be Neveruary
Dead-ass rapper shoulda came with a cemetery
I am so cold (I am so cold)
Nigga like Ben & Jerry
Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary (Tell 'em)
My vision blurry
These bitches flirting
I've been drinking all night, I think my kidney's hurting (Damn)
So I closed the curtains on the 62
Her ass'll knock your ass out, you better stick and move (True)
Chain hang to my ding-a-ling (What?)
Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-ling (Yeah)
To do a threesome, you gotta intervene (Intervene)
Her legs, so sexy (Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh) when I'm in-between

Hey
Look at baby over there (Over there)
Wassup?
Lil' Mama, come here (Come here)
She started talking, but I really couldn't hear (Hah)
Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (Do it in the mirror)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
She broke it down, started moving like Shakira (Moving like Shakira)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (I)

Chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (Down)
Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
All I want chu da do is just drop that ass down
Drop, drop that ass down, uh
Now, look back at it

She do it like she do it in the mirror
Be cautious, that booty is bigger than it appears
She speed it up or slow it down like she's switching gears
I'm looking for the baddest one here, I tell her, like:
'Do that there (Do that there)
Do that there' (Do that there)
You gotta stretch it out, girl, move that there
She bend it over, touch her toes when she toot that there
Like, 'Hut one, hut two', girl, who back there?
Who back there?
I'm back there
I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
Picture-perfect body, that's a Kodak there
Now, make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat's there, I'm like:

'Oh, what a night
Oh, what a night'
The roof is on fire
So what? I'm high
I'm like, oh, what a night, oh, oh, what a night
That's a bad bitch
All jokes aside (Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh), there she go

Hey
Look at baby over there (Over there)
Wassup?
Lil' Mama, come here (Come here)
She started talking, but I really couldn't hear (Hah)
Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (Do it in the mirror)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (Oh-oh)
She broke it down, started moving like Shakira (Moving like Shakira)
Uh
Like she do it in the mirror (I)

Chop one, chop two, chop that ass down (Down)
Chop that ass down, chop, chop that ass down
All I want chu da do is just drop that ass down
Drop, drop that ass down, uh
Now, look back at it
22. Good Drank 3:44

Yeah (Uh)
Alright (Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm)
I did it (Mmm), hahaha
Yeah

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Yeah
Bond Number 9, that my favorite scent (Uh-uh, yeah)
Can't forget the kush, I'm talking OG (Uh-uh, yeah)
Rest in peace to Pop, he was a OG (Uh-uh, oh, yeah)
285, I had that pack on me (Uh-uh, uh)
I cannot forget I had that strap on me (Uh-uh, yeah)
Rest in peace to my nigga DOE (Mmm-mmm, DOE, TROUP)
All we ever wanna do i' ball (Mmm-mmm, ball)
That was the easy part (Whoop, uh)
We playing that Weezy hard (Uh-uh, tell 'em)
We sit in the kitchen late, heh
We tryna make an escape (We tryna make an escape, yeah)
Tryna make me a mil' (Uh)
So (Mmm) I'ma keep me a plate (Plate)
I (Mmm) told 'em, 'Shawty can leave' (Leave, woah)
So I'ma keep me a rake (Rake, yeah)
So I'ma keep me a Wraith (Wraith, mmm)
My jewelry look like a lake (Water, mmm)
Today, I'm in the Maybach (Whoo, mmm-mmm)
And that car came wit' some drapes (Drapes? Ooh)
You know I look like a safe (Safe? Mmm-mmm)
I put chu back in your place (Place? Mmm-mmm)
I look you right in your face (Face? Mmm-mmm)
Sing to your bitch like I'm Drake (Sing to your bitch like I'm Drake, woah)
Yeah (Yeah)

Good drank (Good)
Big knots (Big knots)
Good drugs (Drugs)
I put a four on the rocks (Lean, yeah)
Drop-top (Skrrt, skrrt)
No hotbox (No)
12 tryna pull me over
Pink slips to the cops
She said (12) the Molly give her thizz face (Uh)
Put the dick in her rib cage (Yeah, cage)
Whips out, Kunta Kinte (Uh)
Diamonds clear like Bombay (Yeah, 'Bay)
Take your babies, no Harambe (Uh)
Play wit' keys like Doc Dre (Yeah)
3K like André (Uh)
And your girl, call her, come through (Yeah, whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(It's Gucci, heh, whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Burr, heh)

Your trunk in the front
Well, check this out, my top in the trunk (Heh)
You play wit' my money
Then check this out, cho' pop in the trunk (Heh)
3-mil' on a month
But I just did 3 years on a bunk (Huh?)
Oh, you in a slump
I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt (Go, clean)
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant (Heh)
Lay on my trap
Play wit' my cap and I'll knock off your hat
I'm (Pow) taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I'm swerving, but I'm in back of the 'Bach
I'm Persian, man, I got hoe' from Iraq
I'm serving, I'll pay a bird for that (Bird)
He nervous, ain't got no words for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets (Lean)
She perfect, and she got Perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trap of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year 'cause you told the best (Wop, yeah)

Good drank (Good)
Big knots (Big knots)
Good drugs (Drugs)
I put a four on the rocks (Lean, yeah)
Drop-top (Skrrt, skrrt)
No hotbox (No)
12 tryna pull me over
Pink slips to the cops
She said (12) the Molly give her thizz face (Uh)
Put the dick in her rib cage (Yeah, cage)
Whips out, Kunta Kinte (Uh)
Diamonds clear like Bombay (Yeah, 'Bay)
Take your babies, no Harambe (Uh)
Play wit' keys like Doc Dre (Yeah)
3K like André (Uh)
And your girl, call her, come through (Yeah, whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ayy, MIKE DEAN, whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(This shit hard as fuck, bruh, whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(You a living legend, I appreciate that)
(Ayy, Guwop)
(I'm glad cha home, cuz)
(Quavo)
(Ya already know, man)
(You got next on thee nigga', double salute, man)
(True shit)
(2 Chainz)
(Hair Weave Killer)
(Daniel Son: the Necklace Don)
('Chapo Jr.')
(I mean, I can go on for days, heh)
23. Cut Her Off 4:04

It ain't none' da cut that bitch off
(Nah, nah, nah, nah)
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off
Link up (Will-Will-William)
So, what cha saying, hoe?

You know I'm the man, hoe (Whoop)
Nutting but a bird, I'ma leave ya where ya stand, hoe (Whoop)
Heard cha got a man, hoe (Whoop)
Hope he understand, though
You ain't nutting but a creeper baby, I'm just saying though, saying though
Ayy
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Whoo, whoo, whoo, ayy, whoo, creeping on the low)

Hope your man don't see her (See her?)
She'll bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas (Ritas?)
Chew me like some bubblegum, something like Rasheeda (Rasheeda?)
Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas ('Didas?)
Baby, you can't hold back, stop flexing like you not (Not)
Your man tryna patrol that, I guess he is a cop (Cop)
But he really can't cuff if he busting at my spot (Spot)
But I done had enough 'cause you making my shit hot
Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell yo' a' 'bout that? ('Bout that)
Tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that? (Yeah)
Catch me playing around with that mouth while he hit it from the back (Baow)
And you can't say nothing now 'cause we all been through with that, through with that, ayy (Ayy)

It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Whoo, whoo, haha)
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Hahaha, what? Link up)
So, what cha saying, hoe?
You know I'm the man, hoe (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
So, what cha saying, hoe?
You know I'm the man, hoe (Whoo, yeah, whoo, 2 Chainz, you)

Know that ain't a real bag, bitch, that's a knockoff
When I get that work, I get da jugging like hot sauce
Out-Outdoor pool, lakefront (Front)
H-Hit it from the back
Rearrange her lace front
Stunting
Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don't like that hoe, I turn her ass into a frisbee (Tell 'em)
If I don't like yo' disc, I turn that hoe into a frisbee (Yeah)
I throw it out on Old Nat
Right by the Wendy's (Damn)
Three cellphones and all of 'em jumping (Hello)
I can see your hoes and all of 'em nothing (True)
Yeah, I'm a don, Don Cheadle, Don Cornelius
Watch the Dom spill
Pockets fat as Don Cartagena, nigga (Ayy), done deal (Done deal)

It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Whoo, whoo, haha)
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Hahaha, what?)
So, what cha saying, hoe?
You know I'm the man, hoe (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
So, what cha saying, hoe?
You know I'm the man, hoe (Whoo, whoo)
Baby, I'm ashamed

Why you acting this-a-way? (Way)
If she 'bout that action, you can bring her this-a-way (Way)
Hit her on yo' mattress, make you feel some type of way (Way)
Pass her to my migos, they gon' bust it, andalé (Yeah)
Please don't play them games 'cause I know that's what cha like (Like)
Knock it out the frame, baby girl, it's alright (Alright)
Yeah, that pussy bomb, I just call it dynamite ('Mite)
You ready? Here I come, I can do this shit all night (Do this shit all night)

It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Whoo, whoo, haha)
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Hahaha, what?)
So, what cha saying, hoe?
You know I'm the man, hoe (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
So, what cha saying, hoe?
You know I'm the man, hoe
Nutting but a bird, I'ma leave ya where ya stand, hoe
Heard cha got a man, hoe
Hope he understand, though
You ain't nutting but a creeper baby, I'm just saying though, saying though
Ayy
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Cut that bitch off, cut that bitch off)
It ain't none' da cut that bitch off (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
24. Bandz A Make Her Dance (Remix) 5:40

Ear Drummers
Strippers (Strippers)
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance
Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping (Clap)
And they ain't using hands (Hands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands (Hands)

Short hair, like Nia Long
Loose ones, she-on't need a loan
Start twerking when she hear her song
Stripper pole her income
We get trippy and then some
So nasty when she rolling
She put that ass up in my hands
I remote control it (Yeah, hoe)
She give me dome when the roof gone
After K.O.D., she leave with me
She got friends
Bring three, I got drugs, I got drink (Yeah, hoe)
Bend it over, Juicy J gon' poke it like wet paint (Yeah, hoe)
You say 'no' da ratchet pussy, Juicy J can't (Yeah, hoe)
Racks everywhere, they showing racks, I'm throwing racks
In the VIP
Rubber on, I'm stretching that
Rich niggas tipping?
Broke niggas looking
And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showing pussy

Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping (Clap)
And they ain't using hands (Hands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands (Hands)

Down in Atlanta (Yeah)
'Bout da hit up Magic (Yeah)
Throw some money in the air, all the bad bitches gon' grab it (Yeah, hoe)
Straight off the floor
She gon' need a couple of bags
Like a broke ATM
I'ma spill in all this cash
Them niggas in the club (Yeah)
Don't be spending shit
20 stacks in one night
I be on trippy shit
My cribs paid off
But I'm still paying rent
A couple of condos paid
She loving every cent
She make that ass clap
Dancing like she on a dick
Bring it back, I threw a stack
That's one lucky bitch
Up and down, she's going
She's sliding on that pole
Making money, stacking them honey
Shawty, go

Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping (Clap)
And they (Baby) ain't using hands (Hands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Uh, dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Juicy, I gotcha, bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands (Hands)

Uh (Uh)
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
Pull out my black card
That's my lil' nigga
Make a movie wit' cho' bitch, Steven Spiel, nigga
Smoking on Keysh (Smoking on Keysh)
Cole, gimme chills, nigga
What's your real name?
And not cha stripper name
I make it rain on ya
Like a windowpane
Bands a make her dance
Tunechi make her cum
Hit it from the side like a motherfucking bass drum
Two hoes on one fucking pole
Two hoes on my fucking pole
I don't tip, I pay bills
Bitches call me Buffalo
Her stomach in and her ass out
I'm flyer than the ones they pass out
If money grow on trees, I branched out
I'm just waiting for my bitch to cash out (Cash out)

Bands a make her dance (Haha, dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy (I'm just waiting for my bitch to cash out)
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping (Young Mula, clap)
And they (Baby) ain't using hands (Hands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, yeah)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, yeah)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands, yeah)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, true)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands (2 Chainz, hands)

2 Chainz (Yeah)
Fo' bracelets (Bracelets)
Let me see that ass clap
Standing ovation (True)
If yo' girl don't swallow kids, man, that hoe basic (Buck)
Got two bitches wit' me
Take a shot of one hoe
Using her friend for a chaser (Tell 'em)
Bands a make her bust it (Bust it)
Let me see you touch it (Touch it)
Money talk
Ye' ain't got none
End of discussion (Damn)
Bands a make her do it (Do it)
Pocket full of money (Money)
Young nigga getting head while the engine running (Err)
Let me see you wiggle, do it for a real nigga (Yeah)
I be laughing to the bank
All ya do is giggle (Uh)
B-Balling in my coupe (Coupe)
C-Call it sports car
Drop the top and freak it, treat that bitch just like a pornstar (Pornstar)

Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping (Clap)
And they ain't using hands (Hands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
All these chicks popping pussy
I'm just popping bands (Bands)
Bands a make her dance (Dance)
Bands a make her dance (Dance, dance)
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands (Hands)
25. Feds Watching 4:08

Uh-oh, uh, uh-oh
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow)
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah, tomorrow, tomorrow)
Tomorrow (I'm talking right now), tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow)
Tomorrow (I'm talking right now, yeah), tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow, ain't no such thing as tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, uh)
Tomorrow (The way we living da day), tomorrow (Tomorrow, tomorrow)
Tomorrow (I'm talking right now), tomorrow (Do-do)
Do, do, do (2 Chainz), do

Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Como Des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang, Mr. Chain
Pinky ring
Flow insane
Hoe insane (Ooh, ooh)
Man, these shoes I got on
These the hardest I've done seen
It look clean
When you pour it
I remix it
Make it dirty
If she got good head and text me, I text her back and tell her, 'Hurry' (True)
This that Category 5
When I walk up at the strip club (Ooh, ooh)
Throw it high
Make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us
Now young niggas fed up
Balling so hard (Hard)
I deserve a and-one (Okay)
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it, ain't I? Obviously (Ooh, ooh)
You a bitch
You a hoe
That just my philosophy (Yeah)
And I'm known a kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather, same color Red Lobster (Red Lobster)
And she brainwash ya
Head doctor (Ooh, ooh, uh)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Feds watching)

I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Ooh, ooh, tell 'em)
Drop-top (Drop-top)
Head bopping (Head bopping)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (True)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Drop-top (Drop-top)
Head bopping (Head bopping)

Grams to Grammys, two guns Yosemite
Niggas put they Glock on yo' ass
Fuck that Heather B
Pumping that amphetamine
All this D I'm peddling (Ooh, ooh)
I be somewhere settling, somewhere that chu have never been
To the top you've never been
You might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I'm counting on an elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas (Ooh, ooh, 'cudas)
Close the docket on that muh'fucking prosecutor (Bah)
This Armani, this Givenchy
I parachute you (Yeah)
I'm so fly, I jump out the air wearing Gucci (Tell 'em)
I'm raw
Talking California Rolls (Ooh, ooh, Rolls)
Smoking California weed wit' California hoes (True)
Sending flicks to my partners at the state pen
I just got some pants made out of snakeskin (Yeah)
See, them shades you got on called RayBans (Ooh, ooh)
And the shades I got on cost 8 bands
(Damn)

I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Ooh, ooh, tell 'em)
Drop-top (Drop-top)
Head bopping (Head bopping)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Yeah)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (True)
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watching (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Drop-top (Drop-top)
Head bopping (Head bopping)
26. G.O.O.D. Morning 3:08

Stuttering
Give 'em the rest, and make 'em love again
In my best, I be the runner dem
And I have the man dem stuttering
E-ing

I'm getting this nigga in the morning (Yes)
He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when (Yes, oh-oh-oh)
He see me in the evening (Yes, yeah)
Wanna catch all these feelings (True, yes)
Well, let me be the first to get mi-e-i-e-ine (Yeah, oh, 2 Chainz, okay, I'm)

Chilling in my camo
Flipping through the channel (Channel)
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo's a Lambo' (Damn)
Fo' doughs of ammo (Fo' doughs of ammo)
This ammunition, I'm pinching
Da make your body switch another position
And, listen, my weed loud (Loud)
Fuck her and speed off (Err)
Tell 'em I bare arms, I'm cutting my sleeves off
Letting my tats show
And I sag my pants
I'm letting my ass show, I'm hot as Tabasco, I study
Castro, yeah, my plug from Cuba (True)
Inside of the car is like a damn computer (Tell 'em)
Inside of the crib is like a damn museum
You ain't seen these befo', ya better get 'em on film
Tryna take these fat pockets, man, your chances are slim
Disrespect, ya stomp 'em out, man, give 'em a Tim
You ain't did what I did
See, I know I'ma win
And they-on't have slow motion, so I did it again
Woah (Woah)

I'm getting this nigga in the morning (Yes)
He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when (Yes, oh-oh-oh)
He see me in the evening (Yes)
Wanna catch all these feelings (Yes)
Well, let me be the first to get mi-e-i-e-ine (Yeah, oh, okay, I'm)

Sitting on the plane (Plane)
Flying over graves (Graves)
I am so high, nigga, I can talk da rain (Damn)
My outfit's insane ('Sane)
Ain't that evident?
My chain had another chain like it was preganant (True)
My favorite dish i' turkey lasagna, uh (Uh)
Even my pajamas designer, uh (Uh)
She got a fat ass
I make her rewind
Backseat so big, I press recline (Yeah)
Got a dirty Sprite in my cupholder
Rappers like roadkill, they get run over (Film)
They get done over
It's just one soldier
This flow will make you fall like it's October (Uh)
Me and your girl, nigga opposite of sober (Sober)
Celine Paris chain charm look like a cobra (Uh)
Young Casanova (Young Casanova)
Baby Romeo (Baby Romeo)
I got my girl geeked, she look like she from Tokyo (Tokyo)

I'm getting this nigga in the morning (Yes)
He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when (Yes, oh-oh-oh)
He see me in the evening (Yes)
Wanna catch all these feelings (Yes)
Well, let me be the first to get mi-e-i-e-ine
Oh
27. Deadz 4:36

You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble, Cardo Got Wings)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (Niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads

Fresh out (Ayy, err)
Outta the bed
Outta the bed (Baow, baow, err)
We heard what chu said
We heard what chu said (Ayy, err)
If I wasn't rapping, I'd be trapping up them bundles (Trapping, err)
If I wasn't trapping, I'd be wrapping up them condos (Know I'm saying? Err)
Nah, for real, no cap, my money long like anacondas (Know I'm saying? Err)
Nah, for real, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (Sacks, err)
If you think about running with that, then you in trouble (Think about it)
If you think about running with that, then you in trouble (Gone)

You niggas in trouble (Uh)
You niggas in trouble (Ayy)
Nah, for real (You niggas in trouble), no cap, my (Ooh) long like anaconda (You niggas in trouble, uh)
You niggas in trouble (Ayy)
You niggas in trouble (Oh)
If you think about running with that (You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble), then you in trouble (Yeah)

Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads (Fresh out the bed, err)
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed (Whoo-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads (Count up the deads, err)
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads (Err)
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads (Err)
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads (Err)
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads (Err)
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh (Yeah)
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh (2 Chainz)
Count up the deads

Gang-bang, slang 'Caine, heroin, half-a-ton
Purple Haze, Cam'ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night (Yeah)
Call it a mall run (Whoo)
You know what I did last night (What?)
'Cause I gave her all ones (Tell 'em)
You niggas in trouble (Trouble)
Rock chain by the double (Yep)
Got dames by the double (Yep)
Do everything but cuddle (What?)
Might buy a bowling alley
I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic
And it don't-don't stutter (Stutter, stutter)
Rrah

You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
Nah, for real (You niggas in trouble), no cap, my long like anaconda (You niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble
If you think about running with that (You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble), then you in trouble

Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads
Uh, ooh
Fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh
Count up the deads

Hop out the bed and I'm counting them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start fainting
No 20s or 50s, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle
I keep the banger, my brother, my partner don't fuck wit' no strangers, they tryna get famous
I put the hood on my back when thee niggas couldn't do none' but love it, but niggas still hating
No, they ain't real, but thee niggas gon' fake it
If they got a problem, my niggas gon' straighten it
Niggas debating, they hating, they plotting, they waiting, they want my ice, tell 'em come take it
Have people tell me that I couldn't make it
Now I'm doing shows outta state in the nations
My mama told me I gotta stay humble
But don't be too ready, you gotta have patience (Dropping them bangers)

Bangers, bangers (Bangers)
Double-cup stuff-full Texas Ranger (Drank)
One in the chamber (Chamber)
I shoot a hunnid-round clip like Wilt Chamberlain (Brrt)
Go to the top and I'm gon' bring the gang in (Gang)
Bitch
Do anything da get famous
My (Bitch) wrist
Cost me a brick and it's frigid
I'm (White) rich
But I did not let it change me (Uh)
Statistics say that chu niggas ain't gangsta

You niggas in trouble (Uh)
You niggas in trouble (Ayy)
Nah, for real (You niggas in trouble), no cap, my (Ooh) long like anaconda (You niggas in trouble, uh)
You niggas in trouble (Ayy)
You niggas in trouble (Oh)
If you think about running with that (You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble), then you in trouble (Yeah)
28. 4 AM 4:16

Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

4 AM, I'm just getting started (Uh)
For my birthday, I threw me a surprise party (Haha)
Reminiscing 'bout the trap playing the first Carter (Tell 'em)
My life changed when I had my first daughter (Yeah)
Got my first quarter flipping 50-dollar slabs (True)
Your nigga looking at the bills, asking you for half (Half)
Cut from a different cloth (Yuh)
Take pride in results (Alright)
Any time she wanna dip, I'm providing the sauce (Whoo)
You on side of the boss (Tell 'em)
So you kinda the boss (Tell 'em)
You keep playing wit' me, I end up signing your boss (Signing)
Drop an EP on a nigga, for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah, you ZZ on a nigga (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh), King like B.B. on you niggas, yeah (Yeah)
Rock wit' Champagne P
If it wasn't for the struggle, then I wouldn't be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope
Got the game by the throat (Okay, damn, you)

Popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see, I never took you for the popping type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM, so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah)
I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt)
I might pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Alright)
I might hit chu 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)

I dropped ColleGrove out the sky
Ooh, in a group with the best rapper that's alive (Yeah, yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Never turn my back on my slime (Straight up, ooh)
I ain't wanna fuck the bih (Straight up), but she wa' fine
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Hol' up, baby, let me take my time
Ooh, hard a get some head and try da drive
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Jumping out the cake and that's surprising
Ooh, picking up the duffle bag like exercising
Ooh, bought Mama new house 'cause she deserve it
Ooh, practice makes perfect, but nobody's perfect
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Escobar is not open for service
Ooh, send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Okay, you)

Popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see, I never took you for the popping type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM, so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah)
I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt)
I might pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Alright)
I might hit chu 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)

Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, on a killer rapper spree and, nigga, you next
Ooh, they talking, chilling, watching Netflix (Straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now, where yo' crew at?
Ooh, talking tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina (Straight up), yeah
Drench God, Drench God, really
Representing, we the squad, really (Oh, yeah)
TEC got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job selling records
Had a use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace (Okay, you)

Popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see, I never took you for the popping type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM, so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah)
I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (Skrrt, skrrt)
I might pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Alright)
I might hit chu 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)
29. Bubble Butt 3:48

(Yeah)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)
(Bounce)

Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world cha got a—
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt (Yeah)
Turn around, stick it out (2 Chainz), show the world cha got a—

Drop it low
Put it in the dirt (Dirt)
Sex drive
Put it in reverse (Err)
Killed they ass
Put it in a hearse (Damn)
Then I drove off and put it in the dirt (Tell 'em)
Drop it low
Put it in the dirt (Put it in the dirt)
Take your top off, turn into a vert (Yeah)
B-Bubble butt
B-Busted in her throat
Smoking bubble kush
Wearing a bubble coat (Bubble coat)

Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world cha got a—
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world cha got a—

Wind, go down, turn and flick it
A girl like me know how fi handle di wicket
One bat, two balls, swing it like cricket
Pull me locks, slap my ass, make me show ya how me wicked
Baby, baby, mek me tell ya 'bout the body, yah
Make you vibrate like a Nokia
When me whine and bruk off that buddy, yah
Uh-huh, even kartel a happy, yah

Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world cha got a—
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world cha got a—

Okay

Open up your Bubba Gump, let me see your bumper
The booty so smooth, can't believe it's not butter
I go in from under, she wetter than a surfer
I ate the pussy fast, I'm about da start burping
I burp, burp and re-lick the bottom of the surface
I loaded my clip in and told her, 'Don't get nervous'
I'm a Bang Bang Chiddy Bang, bang, bang killer
Nipple tit clit licker, ball like a dribble
Put chu in a pickle, nibble on my dickle
Why ya tripping? I'm a crazy individual
Never do minimum, drive Benz, Bentley too
Damn, bitch, talk much? I don't want interviews (Interviews)
I'm trying to get into you (Into you)
Then make you my enemy (Enemy)
Not playing, got the bitch mad (Hah)
Me don't like flat screen ass, I need a 3D

Bubble butt (Hah)
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt (Hah)
Bubble butt (Hah)
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world cha got a—
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt
Bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world cha got a—
30. Watch Out 3:28

Yo (Yo)
Okay (Okay)

All my nigga' with me (All my nigga' with me)
All my nigga' with it (All my nigga' with it)
All my nigga' balling (All my nigga' balling)
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my nigga' balling
All my niggas athletic

Pulled up in a Phantom (Pulled up in a Phantom)
Pulled off with a dancer (Pulled off with a dancer)
Got a pocket full of money (Got a pocket full of money)
Kinda hard a keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up
Fuck a bitch wit' my hands up
Lil' Quay, fuck the Xans up
Kinda hard a understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch there a bread truck
Got the bih going retarded
Call Uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us
All these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me
Niggas tryna put the Feds on me
Niggas tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for saying something
Spraying shit like aerosol
You a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goals
Keep shooting them damn air balls

Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, watch out)
Uh
Watch out, lil' bitch (Yeah)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
I'm getting rich (Rich)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
And I'm getting rich (Yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Stiff arm)
Hey, watch out, lil' bitch (Hey, watch out, lil' bitch)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
I'm getting rich (Rich)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
Bitch, I'm getting rich (Yeah)

Watch out, lil' hoe (Watch out, lil' hoe)
My partner still smoke on parole (True)
They say that I'm crazy (They say that I'm crazy)
I used to talk to a stove (I used to talk to a stove)
I tell it da lock (I tell it da lock)
Shit, I tell it a lot (Shit, I tell it a lot)
Go to the dealership (Go to the dealership)
Fishtail off the lot (Err)
You know I'm coming straight out the block
You know I'm coming straight of the top
Shawty said she want five-million
'Cause I told her da leave and called her a thot
Shit, chu can like it or not (Damn)
I'm coming straight out the pot (Yam)
Still got some Act' in my stock (Man)
Nigga, I ain't gotta lie (Lie?)
Nigga, I ain't gotta try (Try?)
You waving that thing in the sky? (Sky?)
We waving that thing at cho' body (Body)
We waving that thing at cho' eye (Eye)
Look at the watch on my wrist (Look at the watch on my wrist, skrrt)
Got 'em all watching my wrist (Got 'em all watching my wrist, skrrt)
Told that lil' bitch, 'I'll pass' (Skrrt)
Nigga, watch the assist (Switch)
I run the trap like the marathon
You niggas softer than silicone
You know what it's like when the feeling gone
I know what it's like when the ceiling gone
I had a sit down wit' Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terrordome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve wit' my necklace on
Bitch (Bitch)

Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Stiff arm, watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, watch out)
Uh
Watch out, lil' bitch (Yeah)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
I'm getting rich (Rich)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
And I'm getting rich (Yeah)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Stiff arm)
Hey, watch out, lil' bitch (Hey, watch out, lil' bitch)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
I'm getting rich (Rich)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
Bitch, I'm getting rich (Yeah)