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[Euro]
I couldn't of done it better
I couldn't of done this shit any other way
I made it now when they tried to
Convince me to make it another day
Glad I can see another day
I do this shit for my squad, my whole team
My family, fuck what another say
I'm here now, it's all clear now
Somebody pour up, i'm eating good ya'll
Can't see my compition till I thrown up
I'm tore up but I keep shit 100
That's from the toes up
Last night it felt like I ran throw four clubs
Stood on the couch and everyone of em' screaming
"Hoes down and bro's up"
It's different when we soe up, kicking doors up
Im a young stunna, young Wayne, i'm young money
I'm growd up like i'm new here but im necleur
Thats a bomb threat mothafucka, i'm tryna blow up
I'm good, i'm reminded i'm good from time to time
I'm fine, I be spending time with the Greatest Of All Time all the time
And ever since i'm living life like every night like it's 99
I'm way ahead of my time I think I was only 8 at that time
I rep them five letters forever
Will someone jjust tell the bartender to mix my drink
While I mix my thoughts my business in pleasure, i'm clever
Long money all around me
I just hope I am long enough, long enough to measure
We should take pictures sippin crystal in coogie sweaters
And im still getting better nigga what's better?
They said I never do it now i'm looking around like nigga what's never?
And now they run from us when they see us, boy that moneys pressure
Haha, Plots on the wall of every building that I walk into
Phone taps cause they curious, careful what you walk into
Living the star life you'll never know you'll run into like
Baby I can change ya life
Just leave everything that you been through and rise

[Hook]
Long as my niggas right then We Alright
Long as the women right then We Alright
Long as the drinks are rice then We Alright
Long as these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

[Birdman]
Yea, It's money over everything
We motivated, flighing over everything
We make something outta nothing, what up 5?
Bag full of every president that ever died
Yea, spraying everything that's in the way
We eating over here extended clips, 50 plates
It's a lifestyle, stunna life, everyday
A million ones we can throw this shit a million ways
Youngin, if you alright then we alright
Night life GTV popping every night
Fly rich in a different city bright lights
With my niggas, rich gang and living high life
Yea, guns in the basement, millions in the wall
GTV cases, if it's fuck em' then it's fuck em' all
Atamos and cigars in them new toys

[Hook]
Long as my niggas right then We Alright
Long as the women right then We Alright
Long as the drinks are rice then We Alright
Long as these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

[Lil Wayne]
Do this shit for riz-zeal
Young Money, Rich Gang
Ya heard me, with big ears
You just a crocodile, I drink a full cup of his tears
Can’t recognize you nigga, like Santa cut off his beard
And Tunechi, he gon’ be alright as long as he got his pills
I’m higher than my bitch bills
Stop cryin bout' em', bitch chill
I'm working on that Carter 5, I got this bitch in fith gear
I can't stand these niggas
I'ma lie down or sit still
Get tied down with that fucking steel
At yo eyebrow or fucking grill
Catch you while you layed up, straight up, bunny ears
I shoot yo fucking fade up
Bad chicks don't touch me, if that pussy smell like
Cat fish samon trout or guppies
I ain't tripin on no ho, treat that ho like a servant
I know that ho better know, how to deep throat like a serpent
But lose lips ain't ships, but I just let these hoes worship
She think I'm a window of oppertunity, close curtains
Tune

[Bridge]
If my niggas right then We Alright
If the women right then We Alright
Them dinks on ice then We Alright
If it's these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

[Hook]
Long as my niggas right then We Alright
Long as the women right then We Alright
Long as the drinks are rice then We Alright
Long as these private flights then We Alright
Long as we living right then We Alright
Long as it's high life then We Alright
Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything we been alright

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Born stunna
I’m a born stunna
Huh born stunna

(Remix Baaaaby)

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
Born stunna, she’s a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Nicki Minaj]
Born stunna flow
Consistently winning while all you bitches come and go
Oh you mad? You aint headline
You my son and it’s bedtime
I show you bitches how to put together punchlines
It aint working out, it aint crunchtime
Roll a ? up, it’s a chess game, but fuck a Pusha
Out in Tokyo they calling me Nicki-son
Everywhere you go, they calling you Nicki’s son
Coupes and trucks, money bags, Scrooge McDuck

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Birdman]
Yea, a lot a lot of money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair
See, we shinin’ like the money can
Since the money came, bitch we throw the money thang
Yea, YMCMG
Lauder Jet been a hustla since I hit the streets
2-50 on the new piece
New condo, 20 thousand square feet
Ballin’, uptown suicide
Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

[Lil Wayne]
I don’t know bout these other, but I’m gettin’ Trukfit money
And I aint never number 2,s o you aint gettin’ shit from me
And you know I’m a boss, so catch me if you can
Blood, I leave a ? bleeding like that nigga got cramps
I got molly, got mary, got white girl, got Keisha
Used to have Trina but I still got nina
Bitch I’m too cold, I’m too coke
I put ya neck in my loophole
I’m too hot, I’m sup’bowl
My money talk, my new bowl
I’m high Jupiter, Pluto
But everybody know I’m from Mars
Keep hatin’, gone make me catch another gun charge
I’m on that good good, floating like Aladdin
Born stunna, stuntin’ like my daddy

[Hook]

Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags

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ymcmb
i’m so twisted
mack!

chorus:
dark, dark shades i can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
i’m on that patron, marijuana get
dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

yeah, back in this, tell ‘em about it
these sweet niggers, a bunch brownies
you’re talking about, i’m a g like a thousand
i’m on my one two, and i’m still counting
you got problems, well i got bigger problems
my soul back, make me bring, make me bring the….
you don’t want that, homie
plus i got that.. you won’t see tomorrow morning.

be so, be so old, young money, money old
life is full of choices and you chose
i’m so … to groove, the…
and if … i paint the picture
you know what i’m on, good and strong
you know where i’m going, i’m going, going, gone!
holler at your boy, i don’t give a, give a
gotta tell these … make me shut you…

chorus:
dark, dark shades i can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
i’m on that patron, marijuana get
dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

just a third world gangsta, been filthy…
hustler… i’m on, keep banking
big mansions on the..
popping shots out the bottle
spending cause we’re winning
five star, money, power!
..man, hood rich
build on some .. bad boy rich
chandelier, marble full of …
out .. with ‘em dogs for the…
…throwing hundreds in the club.
bouncing on the shine…
head ride, green light, spend them at the green light
flash light, fast life, for a cheap price.
uh, uptown swaging life, living like we live it twice…

chorus:
dark, dark shades i can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
i’m on that patron, marijuana get
dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

yeah, down from new orleans, rest in peace like …
and i come from … it’s a safari.
..i go retarded, the grass is green back in my garden
pop, pop …we’re arguing
leave her leaking, if you’re scared, go see the …
got a bunch of …to tell me all of their secrets
and if i get in that… walls like graffiti
…i’m on my vampire, bloody red
…call it dead cash
and it’s party time, excellent …
party time, excellent…

chorus:
dark, dark shades i can see them haters
..don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
i’m on that patron, marijuana get
dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

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Born stunna
I’m a born stunna
Born stunna

Money money money money money bags
Money money money money money bags
Money money money money money bags
Money money money money money bags

Hook:
born stunna, born stunna
flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred carries in the cutty yeah mama
born stunna, she’s a born stunna
mercedes coop for the misses she’s a born stunna
born stunna, born stunna
stack a hundred mill in another coming

Born stunna, grab hunting
flock a hundred for them things and some cheap numbers
rare numbers here hunting
hit the more with my bitch and blow another hundred
real flaggin poppin real bottles
I’m talking big faces money and the power
sway..with my name in it
birdman bitch and I..
yeah so my baby wanna new whip
pearl white stay fresh on a new shit
you dig born hustling on that money shit
it feel blowing meels going meals bitch

Hook:
born stunna, born stunna
flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred carries in the cutty yeah mama
born stunna, she’s a born stunna
mercedes coop for the misses she’s a born stunna
born stunna, born stunna
stack a hundred mill in another coming
Money money money money bags
Money money money money bags
Money money money money bags
Money money money money bags

yeah a lot a lot of money bags
the money in the garbage can
strapped up tight with a hundred bag
money feel their bitch money in the land
see we shinign like the money can
siince the money can we gonna money thing
yeah WMCg
lot of ..since I hit the street
2 50 on a new piece
new condo, 200 square feet
balling up town suicide
born stunning strapped how we’re living five

[Hook:]

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[Intro - Rick Ross]
Nigga, long as you livin’ how you wanna live
Niggas gon’ talk about you
And that’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute niggas that’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though

[Hook - Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
What’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while I’m rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking I’m doing wrong, when these niggas ain’t right

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
????? then bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was old
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin’, I’m fucking all that they own
So I don’t blame ‘em, no I don’t knock ‘em
But if they play my dogs, we slay ‘em, I’m talkin’ pop ‘em
Once I’m ????, they talkin’ bout us
Acting like bitches ’til we spray ‘em, ?????
I’m ballin’ till my very last breath
I hustle like I’m on my last check
And I ain’t even in my bed yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I’m good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
Talkin’ ???? pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
Ain’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4 - Birdman]
Ballin’ till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred B’s in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
‘Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
Puttin’ it down, hold it down for my fuckin’ rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook]

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im a political refugee
thats how the f-ck i felt

birds for the summer
hummers for the runners
candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
throw a couple hundreds
fishing on a fishtail
with big money, cash money oilwell
high roller, shot caller, big boss
original, real nigga from the start
head huntin’, price on a nigga tab
hit ‘em up, for playing with a f-cking male

say i’m better than beethoven
to the beat that i rap over
stay outta that medicine cabinet
yeah, thats what they told me
giving us test, cause we stay rollin’
and know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
they penalize us, tryna slow us down
they constantly f-cking us up
thats why we’re buck wild
call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
when you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
how the f-ck you gon’ watch my house
but don’t wanna live on my street
the ape man told tarzan “how the f-ck you better than me?”
rap i run that rock, and got a jump shot
who we got ? wife, up in that white house
i took a look and didn’t sell out
i was in the ? and didn’t bail out
hoping the, didn’t fail out
back to the top from the jail house
lace ‘em up, tie ya shoe
catch a cut, know what pressure do

who out c’here f-cking with me, huh? tell me that
i’m bout to drop that ?, where my pamper at?
try to answer that, or give me my mantle back
i bury you cockroaches, shoulda left where i was at
you dun made that f-cking bed
you dun built this f-cking house
? yeah nigga what the hell
talking baby business, yeah
don’t be f-cking with me
cause you wont get off easy
i feel just like drew brees
when they kick off football season
how i cut the ref, you can’t stop from bleeding
rappers betta leave me ‘lone
if they gon’ keep on breathing
now keep on starving and i’mma gonna keep on eating
and you keep on sucking, and i’mma keep on squeezing
you gon be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
you better keep on trucking
aint nobody betta ? this evening

uh, aint it crazy how shit be
thats why i flush it
i got the tommy gun with the drum
thats percussion
i just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
i made something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
i pistol whip you pussies, knock her out robitussin
ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion
rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like a russian
yeah, look, i told her baby i’m a thrasher
we kissed, i lit her ass up than i ashed her
no hard feelings, no car dealing, but i shuffle my queen
duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car
my mary in a jar
i’m food, i let the haters add a little salt
thats cool, i do it for all the niggas that try
and all the bitches i’ve f-cked, and all my niggas that died
tunechi

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[Nicki Minaj]
I am the female Weezy, this shit is easy
Pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee
Yeah my flow sick, yeah my flow queasy
Haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz
This p-ssy clean, this p-ssy squeeky
That p-ssy old, that p-ssy creaky
When I’m out the country, niggas call me Neeki
Hi, How are you? Yes, it’s nice to meet me
Damn, Billboard, I mean I’m winning but I’m still bored
Yeah we shine, gold cluster
As for your career, dead: Ghost Busters

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

[Birdman]
Yeah, Bigga Than Life
C4, We the Bidness

Man, f-ck ya’ll niggas
Get down or lay down
Shoot up anything except a school or playground
Triple OG nigga, these hoes know me
Shining AK blood, just like a trophy
I’m old school, and I’ll smack a bitch
Getting money like a muthaf-cking cracker bitch
What you know about it? Take notes nigga
YMCMB, head coach nigga

Yeah, stuntman, stuntman
Streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan
Yeah, we done took off nigga
Got the game on lock like football nigga

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, I got the world in my wallet
Swisha full of violet
Niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage
That P on my hat is for Piru, not Pirates
I bet I can turn her p-ssy to a f-cking fire hydrant
And I do it for my niggas, my muthaf-cking niggas
Cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the f-cking hiccups
I am beast hoe, to say the least hoe
No cut on the coke, thats coke zero
Yeah tonight, I’ll probably f-ck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Waynes World
This Cash Money nigga, eat a dick
Been had it on lock, gave the key to Nick’

[Nicki Minaj - Hook]
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad
That’s why you mad
Thats why you why you mad mad

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[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[verse 1 - birdman]
candy red, candy on a new bed
versace spread, hundred where a nigga laid
where we played, brought her on another site
oceancity view, hella choppers everynight
g5n' take her on another spree
shoppin' spree, for solid fuckin' with a g
ym nigga, ymcmb, everyday the luxery life of a og
persian rugs, chandeliers on the marble floors
birkin bags, chanel with the glass doors
v12 760 with the new money
new ghost, pearl white bitch, young money
yeah, higher than i've ever been
ocean water, just skooze (?) gucci benz
brand new photo benz, and every time i come i got my two block twins

[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[verse 2 - mack maine]
i said, oooh girl you classy, ohh ohhh girl you nasty
type to never ever put no type of draws where your ass be
that's one of your best qualities babygirl if you ask me
lookin' like a harv professor, hard for you to pass me
dis purp got me high man, i'm feelin' like feelins
premeditated murder, yeah tonight i'm tryna kill it
you say you been doin your keagles (?), well tonight i'm tryin' to feel it
rest in piece to gary coleman, "what you talkin' bout willis?"
don't need no translator to understand your bady language
your ass must be part of the bloods the way that bitch bangin'
i ain't no vocal coach, but i would have that pussy sangin'
you seein' stars and stripes, you hearin' bells ringin'
yeah, now tell me your secret as i slide off in your vigous (?)
all night sessions is your blessings, don't worry bout no quickies
we could get tipsy like some hippies and minaj like nicki
so soon as you get home, hit me cuuuzzz

[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

[verse 3 - birdman]
twenty on some custom ? lens
brand new whips, everyday foreign lens
di-dippin' while i'm divin' shortie love to see me win
whe-when she come around all red blood benz
pearly, area, they on some money shit
hustlin' shit out the bed on some runnin' shit
hundreds flippin' money nigga on some hundred shit
old school nigga, big money shit
red wine, clear port on the sunshine
harley davids, matcchin' bike, just like mine
cherry wood, nose divin' cuz we on the grind
born rich, money stay on my mind
roberta could file a nigga, she don't ball
sunset, la, she don't ball
g5, one night just to see the ball
you don't run the game (???), nigga threw the ball

[hook - drake]
you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you too- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
you- you too fine to be laying down in bed alone
i can teach you how to speak my language, rosetta stone

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my niggers 100, my corner 100
the car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
the nights cost 100, the ice in abundance
now i’m fucking with h, … taking no …
we scoring the points, we the makers…
…you to testify, never make you to …
i sprinkle pesticide, said …
you can’t be talking live when you walking in the house
fuck what you talking bout, bitch you walking in and out
ain’t whipping no ounce, ain’t touching no ounce
if you fuck with an ounce, get the fuck out the house
cause this only square, when you come in here
so far you squares, let me make it clear
let me give you straight, i’m a fish in the take
not the fish in the tank
i got money to make

my niggers 100, my corner 100
the car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
the nights cost 100, the ice in abundance x 2

… fucking with me, popping bottles throwing money
niggers giving headshots, bitch no running
them hundreds came fast, bitches came quicker
wet candy paint sticky moving start dipping
we ran through the trenches, jumping over fences
got it out the field, now my homies doing digits
shinning on these bitches, after hour count tickets
god is on my g’s, now we on another mission
we focus on another … another …
another bird full of itch, nigger coming like that
slap back at it, dipping while we dropping
gun while we count, hundred g’s in my pocket

my niggers 100, my corner 100
the car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
the nights cost 100, the ice in abundance x 2

real nigger in the building, where the work at
that new all … fitted, that’s my work hat
my niggers got that h purple white and …
and they shoot off one leg … like dirt
life thug, life thug, bitch i’m feeling like pac
when i’m riding up the block
bout to release the 50 shots, off top
your bitch … get your…
your family, they gonna miss you
they gonna find you in…
bury that boy with tissue,
since he was a cry baby, … over the casket
asking lord why baby
see i live in a world where they mistreat black babies
and in a hood that crank babies,
who up just to … babies
bitch i’m from the … you can’t come where i’m from
got a drum on a … ra pa pa pam pam pam
boy i ain’t no fronter, it’s ross mack and stunner
i put 50 on 50, that’s why they call me 100

my niggers 100, my corner 100
the car cost 100, the trunk hold 100
just smoking my ganja, this joint cost 100
the nights cost 100, the ice in abundance x 2.

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[nicki minaj]
i am the female weezy, this shit is easy
pull up in that new new, bitch get a squeegee
yeah my flow sick, yeah my flow queasy
haha, they were sleeping on me, z-zz-zz
this p-ssy clean, this p-ssy squeeky
that p-ssy old, that p-ssy creaky
when i’m out the country, niggas call me neeki
hi, how are you? yes, it’s nice to meet me
damn, billboard, i mean i’m winning but i’m still bored
yeah we shine, gold cluster
as for your career, dead: ghost busters

[nicki minaj - hook]
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad

[birdman]
yeah, bigga than life
c4, we the bidness

man, f-ck ya’ll niggas
get down or lay down
shoot up anything except a school or playground
triple og nigga, these hoes know me
shining ak blood, just like a trophy
i’m old school, and i’ll smack a bitch
getting money like a muthaf-cking cracker bitch
what you know about it? take notes nigga
ymcmb, head coach nigga
yeah, stuntman, stuntman
streetsweeper in my hand get the dustpan
yeah, we done took off nigga
got the game on lock like football nigga

[nicki minaj - hook]
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad

[lil wayne]
uh, i got the world in my wallet
swisha full of violet
niggas think they fly make me check ya flight mileage
that p on my hat is for piru, not pirates
i bet i can turn her p-ssy to a f-cking fire hydrant
and i do it for my niggas, my muthaf-cking niggas
cause these hoes so thirsty like they got the f-cking hiccups
i am beast hoe, to say the least hoe
no cut on the coke, thats coke zero
yeah tonight, i’ll probably f-ck another nigga girl
party time, excellent, waynes world
this cash money nigga, eat a dick
been had it on lock, gave the key to nick’

[nicki minaj - hook]
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad
that’s why you mad
thats why you why you mad mad

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can you believe it?
can you believe it?
can you believe it? (belee dat)
can you believe it? (belee dat)
can you believe it? (belee dat)
can you believe it? (belee dat)
can you believe it? (belee dat)
can you believe it? (belee dat)
can you believe it? (belee dat)
can you believe it? (belee dat)

young stunna, young stunna
the way that paint drippin it’s gon’ be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything
that’s soo woo business, holla at ya 5
4, 3, 2, 1, bitch in the coppet
and my knot’s sick, i’m ill
i got a milli in my maze
red cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the louie, yeah
red rubies in my watch and my chain
catch me in wade county, i’m the king like james
headed to the game, red challenger today
throwin’ up red flags like i’m challenging the play
tune, this shit retarded, i need a red helmet
and i’m all about my cake: red velvet
you can’t help it, gotta see what i got
it’s like ripley’s: believe it or not, you tell me

i’m a beast, believe that
stop playing, i go hard, i go he-man
young tune, break em off like a tree branch
play with me, you in hot water: tea bag
all-black maybach, call it decaff
and i just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
can you believe the unbelievable?
bitch, i’m higher than venus, serena too
yeah, game, holla at ya: soo woo
young money bitch, we cold like two scoops
life’s a bitch and mine a diva
point the biggest skeptic out i make ‘em a believer

yeah, belee dat, a hundred on a marble floor
and everyday we on the grind tryna flip some more
ya understand, acres on that new land
suicide doors nigga, on that new lamb’
p-p-p-ssy poppin’ bullshit
bullshit aint shit nigga we the shit
we the business, louie on every trip
holiday everyday on the ym ship
cause everyday my sun shine
candy paint on the harley making headlines
belee dat
we good with this cake homie
belee dat, we ride every day homie

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can you believe that?
can you believe that?
belee dat!

the way that paint drippin it's gonna be a bloody summer
22 inches, all-red everything, that's soo woo business
holla atchya 5 4 3 2 1 bitch in the coppet
and my knot's sick - ill
i've got a million in my maze
red cardinal fitted, bitches feel me in the ?
red rubies in my watch and my chain
catch me in wade county, i'm the king like james
?
throwing the red flags like i'm charging on the play
tune - this shit retarded, i need a red helmet
and i'm all about my cake: red velvet
you can't help it, gotta see what i got
it's like ripley's: believe it or not
you tell me

can you believe that?
belee dat!

i'm a b, believe that
stop playing, i go hard, i go he man
young tune, break em off like a tree branch
putting you in hot water: tea bag
all-black maybach, part ?
and i just ordered your girlfriend some kneepads
can you believe the unbelievable?
bitch, i'm higher than venus. serena too..
yeah, game, holla atchya: soo woo!
young money bitch, we cold like two scoops
that bitch ?
gotta make them a believer

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Whoo!
Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red light...

[Fat Joe:]
Static!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!)
I'm in this bitch with the terror (We back! Let's go!)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We back!)
I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes

[R. Kelly:]
If you drilling these chicks they like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "yo... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming that you're the snake
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they getting' dirty dirty
Don't ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this
Leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B
But these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play mayn
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on you
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat

[Birdman:]
Fresh to death on 'em
We throwin' money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rose for my broad on them 23s
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Hook]

[T.I.:]
Come see me a crackin', in the club flossin'
40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
You'nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be category me
Like you can get a better salary to me
El capitan, game Numbero Uno
I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack:]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like custom money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money gotta clear to protect it from me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my bui-nah
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
305 in my yayo
Hey Khal, call Joe up
Let him know I'm bout to roll up
I just ran outta money
I need to borrow 50 thousand cash
Come through baby, make it rain
E class on the way to you
Gotta a hundred grand for you
Triple Cs
Oh yeah it's the remix
I be reppin my city
Blowin hundreds and fiftys
If the head, right Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin'
Uh, dubs, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends
My money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)
Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)
Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin'
hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of
Cause no one can do it better

[Fat Joe:]
Your crack girly
80s crack baby's momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Birth that, drop a baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80
Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin'
Bitch!

[Hook]

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[t-pain - chorus]
hey heh, hey heh
i’m gettin’ money on the streets
hey
you n-ggas don’t know how to eat
hey
brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
i turn a diamond to a dollar
if you know how to hustle n-gga holla
hey
brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
i do it how i does it
i get it from my cousin
and you know who i am
homie it don’t really matter what you say
say eh, say eh, say eh
bitch i’m gettin money

[birdman]
we the business
coming through shining
blew a couple of hundreds
big timing all the time, n-gga been stuntin
pearl white maybach, n-gga spent a mill
bugatti for 2, on the hill
shining with my strap in my right pocket
hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket
from round the block doing this shit round the clock
million dollar n-gga doing this sh-t non-stop
swagged out, big dogging on a private flight
popping bottles, celebrating living life
blowing big, freelander down ?
ymcmb n-gga, rich gang

[t-pain - chorus]

[mack maine]
ugh, big dawg shit n-gga
i’m on my feet like dog shit n-gga
tell em hatin’ n-ggas miss me with that hatin’ shit
and tell them bitches, my dick got a waiting list
i ain’t trippin n-gga i’m just taking trips
put the money on the trampoline and make it flip
young mack, stupid mack ?
i just bought a coupe, the roof is translucent
pockets on etc, money talk bullsh-t, walk like george jefferson
virgins they aint f-cking with us
young money cash money
f-ck them other n-ggas

[t-pain - chorus]

[lil wayne]
if i aint getting money, than i’m getting p-ssy
i don’t play with you p-ssies get a silver bullet
i know you looking so how i look
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, call me george bush
it’s tunechi baby, the money man
the money talks, now i understand
that chopper make a n-gga do the running man
i would take a girl and turn her p-ssy to a punching bag
i’mma stunt my ass off, bitch thats word to stunna man
school these bitch ass n-ggas, you are undergrad
the world is in my hand, smack the shit out you with my other hand
young money, cash money, welcome to wonderland

[chorus]

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Yung Stunna : The Game

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Strapped in the traps
Money on my mind
.. drinking real wine
Big deals got the money on the big fields
Big .. gotta the house on a big hill
.. 2 50 cash brand new McLaren 3 on a dash
..switching in the fast lane .. hurricane
Swag out you know the .. bottoms
In the club with the models and the .. bottles

Yung Stunna (repeats)

.. will gain
If you ain’t in anything you win a full chain
The young Hussein the . who blew flames
…we’re running through your bitch like a chew chew train
First do me then do …then do ..
Jumping on everybody ..all over my body
I crush the Maserati come back in a Ferrari like

Yung Stunna (repeats)

Rich nigger blood game…
4 red Phantoms like fuck it is the …thing
.. in the watch dimes in the chain nigger running up the game
Getting stupid .. shut
7 years in this bitch new kid on the block
.. in the watch me I had to say it again
…

Yung Stunna (repeats)

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Loyalty (Remix) : Birdman

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[Tyga - Chorus]
Uhh, Rain snow, get my hustle on
Countin’ cash every morning before I leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna leave this world alone
and before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
before I leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know

[Birdman]
Yeah, red ribbon duckin feds til we pass out
Bird cage duck the shine til they let him out
There’s more money now and we done flipped the draught
Hella choppers, clip pulled n-gga, junior out
G’d up, I took it from the G code
Presidental suites, with this cash flow
Uptown gangsta, viet hustla
Third wall general, Young Cash Money

[Brisco]
Before I leave home, I kiss my babies
hope I return safely, knowin’ the odds against me
These devils, they tryin to break me
I’m still loyal, my habits became lavish
Dreams of new endeavours
Pub deals and owning masters
And my home boys, aid to my conditions
I made em all managers, execs and assistants
And most of don’t understand, some won’t listen
We might fall off, throw fits and get missing
But your still my dawg and my big homie support me
I feel cause I’m the youngest, he expects a little more from me
So I try to stay humble and if you can see my vision
You can see us Cash Money til the motherf-cking ending, Brisco

[Tyga - Chorus]

[Mack Maine]
(YMCMB, baby)
Before I leave home, kiss my girl on the cheek
and then I say a prayer
If looks was bullets I woulda been there from stairs
I bypass the elevator and I took the stairs
Now that hard work got me ridin in Bentleys and Lear’s
Homie I am so prepared, on point like infrareds
I live my life so to die, I ain’t never scared
And when I drop, I’m not gon flop, I’m no Andre Way
I can’t see you haters, guess my vision is impared
My n-ggas already there, yes we’d got that title
You other rappers losing weight, minus the lipo
Breath of fresh air, pump lung, money catscan
So Cash Money heart bleed, Young Money, one hunny

[Lil' Twist]
(Twist… Young Money)
Before I leave home, well manner
nice, respectful young man
Momma taught me well
but Daddy taught me through a jail cell
Raised as a prince, n Young Money then took me in
Made it official, YM young, n CMB, was happening
Yeah, I gotta do it for my hood
See before I stepped off the block I told all them n-ggas I would
Let’s do it for the OC, I put in work on that TV
and step one over a G now put your hands for the lil old me

[Tyga - Chorus]

[Bow Wow]
Chyeah, stay true to my team
YMCMB a-aka the greatest
Yea, that’s why they hate us
Went from layaway to rocking all the latest, fashion
Name a model chick I ain’t smashing
New cars for all my homies when I bring that cash in
Never had my father in my life, he was a dead beat
Moms worked two jobs and keep Jordans on my feet
Now that I’m on, they set the worry bout
I bought my momma a mansion, and moved the damn south
and watcha talking bout
Got my Bugatti on the way Stunna
Money coming in fast like the road walk, back

[Cory Gunz]
Whistle for my family, my label and my set
It’s Young Money til my day the death, tell the rest take a rest
Thoroughbreded and blessed, my grime stressed
Sometimes get never the less, young n shining with the best
I promised my momma one day I’ll be a rhymer, she left
But I love her so much it’s like she never took a step
Reality showed me them colors that some of us couldnt
Look at you now that we all thought some of us wouldnt
He said he gettin dough right, ready jetty for pole lights
Petty better than to roll dice, some cold nights
They getting us no life, but I’m here now
And we here like, something, nothing compare life
CMB, I’m privilaged in this legacy that’s real life
My brothers keep up, protect me from my friends Lord
My enemies’ll bleed ya, choking on anaestesia
Throw my signs high, recognize world wide, world wide
I’m in it to get whatever it cost me, it’s too noisey..

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10 Bricks : Rick Ross

"10 Bricks" is a song recorded by American rapper, Rick Ross, from his "Ashes To Ashes" mixtape. The track features rapper Birdman and you can hear it after the jump!

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Look into my ..
It’s 200 thousand dead nigger
Come and fuck me now
Suck me down
Blow my sucks
Push that ..
I’m gonna drop that top
And all the nigger
That bitches never had money
… extra more money
Get your first .. come with a test
Watch for the feds.. and IRS
… clap all you niggers…
Up in the condo
And my European bitches always screaming my money
… I find it funny
I count cash you don’t know me nigger
The only nigger
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10 bricks to the fish (repeats)

I’m richer than the richest
..holiday sunshine how we get it
.. every time we come and spend it
.. you know the game..
See my son did time
.. when we eat
..cash money all the time
Fire flames .. daytime
…YMCMB

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Fire Flame Remix : Birdman

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[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

[Lil Wayne]
Fresh out from my bid
bitch it’s Lil Tuneche
I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy
if these n-ggas dogs, I’m animal cruelty
dont f-ck with me at all, cause I’m twisted like an Rubiks cube
oh my, look how the time has flown
and they say time is of the essence
but what if there clock is wrong
but all my problems will be second
and all my worries will be gone
I’ll have money back for breakfast smell like “bitch I’m rich cologne”
ha, I’m so relaxed my Gucci flats aint got a scratch
if you got a problem with I, well I will fix them, cataracts
they say it cost to be the boss
I paid the price including tax
bitch I’m a fire flame spitter
and to me you n-ggas wax

[Chorus]
(What ya talking bout)

[Birdman]
In this World with my Tommy gun
banana clip the red rum
100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son
spend a little cash, bust a n-gga ass
5 star n-gga, 2 mill on the dash
yeah, militant minded
upown soldier, you have been blinded
grinding all the time, bitch
stuntin, and we shining
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diving in deep sh-t, the money keep climbing
blah, the bottles keep poppin’
Dom P, Rose, Perrier poppin’
them bitches see we rocking, the whips we be rocking
iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, I got p-ssy coming to me
shotgun in my draws make your woman bite the bullet
sittin’ in my hog, tell my chauffer “to the penthouse”
pockets so deep its like my money gotta swim out
Marley say f-ck em, Scoob say f-ck em
bitch I’m still the best overall, like a jumper
Weezy F, F, fire flame spitter
hundred million dollars, pocket change n-gga

[Birdman]
See these first class flights
we strapped up in the trenches
n-gga want some business b-tch
we getting it in this business
some ten figure n-ggas blood rich gang n-gga
fire flame spitters, point blank n-gga
money and the power, swag out the shower
spending n-gga, then them p-ssy’s running like some cowards
bigger than life n-gga, c4 bitch
a hundred million dolllars, my son born rich
blaaapp!

[Chorus 2x]
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars
Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Tool : Birdman
Very new song from Birdman off his upcoming mixtape dropping soon!

Birdman Ft. Bun B & Jeezy - Tool Video



Birdman Ft. Bun B & Jeezy - Tool Lyrics and Video

[Chorus]
Give me my tool
Y'all for my goons
Cook up the fool
The ice for the juice

Boy shoulda hustle
Money motherfucker
Buyin' a set probably just motherfucker

Then we live a luxury life
Dawg P pearl white
Harder than his bike nigga mashin' on site
New define mics
Take the five mics
(?) the five mics five star nigga mic

Work : Birdman Ft. Lil Wayne
Work is the latest single of Birdman featuring Lil Wayne. It is still unknown if this track will be on Birdman's latest album, "Priceless 2" which will be released on March

Birdman Ft. Lil Wayne - Work Video



Birdman Ft. Lil Wayne - Work Lyrics and Video

[Birdman]
Throw the U up n-gga
Uptown, you understand me homie

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
I got work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen
work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen

[Birdman]
Thats how we got it
how it came out the game homie
from a bucket to a muthaf-cking range on em
from nothing to doing big big things homie
from a quarter key to move a whole thing on em
from the pot got some jewels with some ice on it
popping wheelies on the leather switching lanes on it
from a block to an island with my name on it
to no b-tches got bad b-tches swinging on it
pull up in smething new n-gga with the tags on em
aint nothing changed homie rolling with the Mack on em
in all red n-gga loaded with the package on em
we keep an extra clip riding when we macking on em
we pitching birds n-gga, gettin it in, we stacking on em
we know the word getting ya money, keep stacking on em
we laying low n-gga, hard times gat gone(?)
we off the block n-gga knowing they be coming home

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
I got work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen
work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen

[Birdman - Verse 2]
In hot kitchens, how more(?) does n-gga hide holes
and hide your cash flow on the down low
and more dough n-gga, flipping coke is all we know
gettin it how we get it n-gga
grinding till we can no more
It’s birdcall flipping chickens and they flying low
we grind for the shine homie cos thats all we know
we never fall we was taught by the old folks

get it in there early out the kitchen from the hot stove
we stay fly stay gettin it on those 23’s
ask about me, all them n-ggas know about me
the hood mack came hard from the one three
to the three came home made it off a D
first million young n-gga like 15
cos we was doing th whole quarter half’s and whole keys(?)
we stay fly ride fly on my city streets
(?) gangsta representing UPT

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
I got work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen
work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen

[Birdman - Verse 3]
We in this b-tch n-gga, fresh park, fresh car
fresh money n-gga, fresh feelin’ goin’ far
aint nothing changed n-gga money aint going hard
n-gga goin hard so that money keep coming hard
them n-ggas starving so f-ck em we just go hard
in the (?) we be moving like a movie star

aint nothing to think, we be blowing (?) round the bar
got to call (?) spend fifty on a new car
switchin my game on em
doing new things on em
buy more things on em
get more things on em
spend more change on em
brand new Phantom homie
brand new (?) homie and aint no getting on us

[Lil Wayne - Chorus]
I got work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen
work in the bedroom
work in the bathroom
work in the kitchen
I work in the kitchen