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'We On' Lyrics - Drei Ros Ft. Pusha T
Here is We On Lyrics by Drei Ros Ft. Pusha T

-[Intro]-
-[Pusha T]:

Is your neighborhood pusha
And we on the V.I.P. shit
We spend it like we print it nigga
Ughh

-[Verse 1]-
-[Pusha T]:

Roll out the red carpet, crooked on the curb when I park it
Bathing Apes never Air Forces
Ma, loosen you jaw up, niggas get noxious
The chain made Junior Seau, like a Charger

Haters love to look at me awkward
Wanna take the belt, well, you are not Tarver
I am not Jones, you need not bother
I'm forty five and 0, I'm Mayweather partner

Feeling like a wizard sitting in my throne
Hoes like Dorothy trying to find a home
Well follow the Crys bottle the wrappers on the floor
Now that;s what the fuck we call a Yellow Brick Road

B.E.T. wanna see how I'm living?
Well come on then, we ain't got to leave the kitchen
O's like I'm selling Cheerios for a living
I'm V.I.P. to all of ya niggas when I'm spitting

-[Hook]-
-[Drei Ros]:

Red carpet see us and clear the way
European models sipping of chardonnay
All access, we good in every state
Used to keep it in the mattress but now it's in the bank

We on
Now you see what I was talking about, when you see what they be talking bout
Bitch we on
Now you see what I was talking about, getting paid what we all about
Bitch we one
Now you see what I was talking, everyday we on that paper route
Bitch we one
Now you see what I was talking about, getting paid what we all about

-[Verse 2]-
-[Drei Ros]:

Man this that type of shit with models on monologue
This that shorty looking for a table to do her molly on
This is couture, Cartier and caviar
This is getting ratchet, baby turn the cameras off
Kerry Washington, girl get your scandal on
Euro fly boy they can't really keep a handle on
Started from the bottom, nah, please don’t remind us
Looky looky now the whole team doing damage huh
King Kong's in the club
Banging on a chest like some 808s
Champagne showers motherfucker
What we call that, bathing apes
Please, I got a team of bitches
Holding me down like some ankle weights
Tell a broad take a break and study abroad
Ima show you how to switch the currency rate
Drei

-[Hook]-
-[Drei Ros]:

Red carpet see us and clear the way
European models sipping of chardonnay
All access, we good in every state
Used to keep it in the mattress and now it's in the bank

We on
Now you see what I was talking about, when u see what they talking bout
Bitch we on
Now you see what I was talking about, getting paid what we all about
Bitch we one
Now you see what I was talking, everyday we on that paper route
Bitch we one
Now you see what I was talking about, getting paid what we all about


-[Bridge]-

Bitch I'm with the business
(x3)
In the phantom drop top bitch can I get a witness

Bitch I'm with the business
(x3)
I sew up the block bitch can I get a witness


-[Hook]-
-[Drei Ros]:

Bitch we on
Now you see what I was talking about, when u see what they talking bout
Bitch we on
Now you see what I was talking about, getting paid what we all about
Bitch we one
Now you see what I was talking, everyday we on that paper route
Bitch we one
Now you see what I was talking about, getting paid what we all about

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'TKO (Black Friday Remix)' Lyrics - Justin Timberlake ft. ASAP Rocky, J. Cole & Pusha T
Here is TKO (Black Friday Remix) Lyrics by Justin Timberlake Ft. ASAP Rocky, J. Cole & Pusha T

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Blood thicker than water, right?
Fuck bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the fallin' type
Heart blacker than a Harlem night
'Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada
But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that body
Short bus shawty, cause it sure is special
Cole to the rescue, never save a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior though
Thought you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago
I was home alone, next thing I know
That long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tomb got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playin' on your phone
Girl, what is that? A ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man that hype done got you too
Everybody and their momma gassed
Even my momma asked what I'mma do
Decisions, decisions
In case this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay Z, bitch
And after all that achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me, bitch?
I'll knock your ass out

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]
TKO - I don't understand it
Tell me how could you be so low?
Been swinging after the bell
And after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt
Through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
Dammit, babe...
This ain't the girl I used to know
No, not anymore, TKO

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame motherfuckers lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated
That's the devil ain't it?
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this
Fuck that shit, he that, he black
He don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits
Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch he with
Finished talking shit? Get up off my dick
The nonsense is synonymous
With comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention
In my closet is a model chick
Grimmy gothic fits, trapped inside of it
...shit, y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick
The doctor prescribed my shit
Cock it click, click, opposite
Stop and dropin' shit, 'fore poppin' shit
From popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a xanny
Popular for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit
It boosts her confidence
Was supposed to stop this shit
But spit like I forgot some shit
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you
Peep my common sense...

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
JT this like deja vu right?
All this album of the year talk
Niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape
And this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push
This beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch
Until I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick
On baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, I made her mind
She fall in line and we got some
Memoirs of a millionaire
Even better I'm a reallionaire
Elias skirt, Fendi work
Dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the type of Rollie
Fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle
Diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from
And it's all dope what I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the three-piece
And we magic baby like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know
Try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow
It's lights out, TKO...

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'Street Religion' Lyrics - Mayalino (Ft. Pusha T)
Here is Street Religion Lyrics by Mayalino Ft. Pusha T

I know the plug, I’m talking to the plug
Without the plug, nigga we starving
Cars getting repo, diamonds stop sparklin
These pity hoes leave us, and fuck the next boss man
No more feregamo, herman’s or gevanchi shit
No more coupe, no more chain or this rollie shit
No more friends, no more bottles in the club shit
Baby mama trippin, cause I ain’t giving her shit
I rather be inprisoned than this broke shit
2004 shit, big Joe snitching
Losie came home, 9 years different
Abel came home 10 years different
3 years in the fed, just went by
I came back to the plug and got on my grind
100 000 just drove by, them shady niggas hate me
Cause mayalino does shine

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,

Yeah, these fakes rap a thousand grams
Shit, you gotta show me where your money at
Shit, show me where your jewelry at nigga
Nigga, show me where the cars at
Before the deal, these niggas didn’t have that
Before the deal, I promise they ain’t have that
I’m a million dollar nigga way before rap
Half of mill in 3 days man we sold crack
10 000 that you stole, you can have that
50 000 that you kept, you can have that
10 mil the feds kept, they can have that
Free my nigga pete grams, hundred million dollars man
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all
Cause when the feds come, I loose it all

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,

Get money blow money, get money again, fuck it
My street religion comes from needs deep in sinnin
Winnin by any means, my malcolm x beginnings
Sellin dope start to finish, then we replenish
They told me I could be anything, I chose the chemist
They showed me I could be anything, I chose the menace
Old dog hair platted, trap house, air mattress
Mayalino threw an extra bricks now that’s a care package
What you know about dining with your jeweler
When the karats weight in ounces and it’s measured with the ruler
Ever flew your bitch out to the islands to try and scuba
And she can’t even swim, terry mugla tooth
…on the skin, hunned dollar pedicure
So she just dip em in, thousand dollar weave…
She don’t even bend, cause she don’t see the sense
This is living, this is pyrex vision
This is kitchen counter top, chop chop with precision, push!

[Hook]
Street religion, we living
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
This is street religion
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin,
Kilograms nigga, we livin.

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'Millions' Lyrics - Pusha T (Ft. Rick Ross)
Here is Millions Lyrics by Pusha T Ft. Rick Ross

[Intro: Pusha T]
You know what happens when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together right?
We get that money

[Hook x2: Pusha T]
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Millions, Millions in the ceiling
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet
Choppers, choppers in the closet

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
This that shit that ya’ll wanted?
this shit cook up hard dont it?
yall gotta beg my pardon on it
but this shit sound like God dont it? (yeaah)
Im tired and yall gotta pay your ties
call my Phantom the Holy Ghost
church on chrome wheel tires
pop a tags when Im paranoid
cause a pawn shop was my paradise
I was there pop when that powder came
for that not safe in that shoe box,
blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
this big face and blue-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks

[Bridge: Pusha T]
I restore the feeling of when niggas made a killin’
hiding choppers in the closet half a million in the ceiling
and them niggas with angel faces grind out with ill intentions
and just so I can buy them Christians have em fuck it on all their bitches ah!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Im honored by horror stories, wanna be home owners
horrible outcome with them boy got one motive
prize when he conficted, pride on every visit
im crying sayin his name, ride for all my niggas
used to fiddle my fingers, until I found me a fortune
finger fuckin Ferrari’s, Im from France early mornin
get drunk with Donatello, Versace, my Acapella
never see me in Neimans, nigga commiting treason
soft loafer prefered, frost organic herb
stay away from the forbes of our only can tell you more
I got this I got that
I got that,I got this
Got a .. for twenty
my niggas say Im the shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
this that shit ya’ll ask for
make a nigga on the gas floor
2- door, 4-door, roll through the hood like task force
fast forward, Oops! they say they wanna see proof
my record sells aint much as theirs and we still ridin same coupes
how we still fuckin same hoe?
how we still buy the same clothes?
how we both got the same watch?
I’m just keepin ya’ll on your toes
dope boys, gold mind
that price drop and that Coke rise
then set it over that blue flame
then hang to dry like clothes line

[Bridge: Pusha T]
I restore the feeling of when niggas made a killin’
hiding choppers in the closet half a million in the ceiling
got the razor on the counter Arm-N- Hammer in the kitchen
just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin all your bitches, aaah!

[Hook]

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'Pies' Lyrics - Pusha T
Here is Pies Lyrics by Pusha T

Do you wanna make pies? Yes, I wanna make pies.
Let me see it in your eyes, I wanna make pies.
Then try this exercise.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.

Pirate’s big pants, watch birds break-dance,
I measure the perfect, the product’s in great hands.
You want the sports, cook it to the owls,
For such a deal in 12 thousand on my king coil.
God, couple diamonds, kick it, delloy it.
Roger federal, Rolex, my wrist royal.
Yeah, guillard, trunks for luggage,
Tell ‘em, Dominic, the pleasant not the suggage.
Oh, it’s only luxury, you know I got it,
It’s life’s goal and you can’t live without it.
Take a look at it, Jimmy closet.
Wild world upon men in velinciadas.
Sponse it, the next turn trip, hold up, we need monsters.
This deep booty who made mobsters.
Now you break bread and we crack lobsters.

Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.

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'Everything' Lyrics - Pusha T (Ft. Lil Jon)
Here is Everything Lyrics by Pusha T Ft. Lil Jon

Bitches going now, the top is coming down,
I’m just showing out, the money’s coming in.
Bitches going now, the top is coming down,
I’m just showing out
Who’s ordinary is, in the open really is,
I feel sorry for you, niggers, a problem he really is.
A kilo, yeah, he did, fast came, yeah, he slip,
Many think I’m crazy, ‘cause I talk the shit I really did.
It’s not imaginary, I’m no illusionist,
These are the ones that you look up to who influence this.
I crashed the hottest cars, flew in the newest bitch,
Who showed the village how to fish through all this foolishness?
Get your money, ‘cause the folks are coming ruining this,
When the block is red hot, who the fuck is cool as this?
Cool as two fans steering with two hands,
Exotic queen jaba, I’m purched like a two king.

We get ‘em in and get ‘em off,
It’s hard now, it was soft,
Drop it in your park, watch it bubble,
Think it’s all, now watch it double.
Cocaine, real game, in the fast lane for my wrist gain,
Champagne, campaign, this hippie, man, we got air time.

More than a hustler, more than a team boy,
I push it, unevail, say I’m on steroids,
These diamonds stood heavy, giving me killoids.
Money follow pricks in the u hall, is a decoy.
I sold d-rugs to all these t-hugs,
These pony hair lubitons feel like beach fuzz,
Support every bad bitch that you could think of,
With something special with you all when we make love.
And big girls don’t cry, they just stick their hand out and see what I’m about.
She know I’m like casino, money to the sky,
Sell a bitch a dream, even the pillow is a lie.

We get ‘em in and get ‘em off,
It’s hard now, it was soft,
Drop it in your park, watch it bubble,
Think it’s all, now watch it double.
Cocaine, real game, in the fast lane for my wrist gain,
Champagne, campaign, this hippie, man, we got air time.

The money’s coming in, the bitch is going out,
The top is coming down, I’m just showing out,
‘cause I’m a show-off, this rap shit is a throw off,
I can’t concentrate, ‘cause I’m getting all this blow off.
Take all off, the sun let it roll on
My back, ‘cause my neck stay cool and get a call off
That’s just when the go off, see, I’m on my go-in,
My drop cold fresh selling base like the low in
What’s the scenario? Like it’s ready, go
Horses roll tide under the hood like a pair of gloves.
Live fast, die young, nigger, ready- go
Wear your suit tight so you’re dressed for your burial.

We get ‘em in and get ‘em off,
It’s hard now, it was soft,
Drop it in your park, watch it bubble,
Think it’s all, now watch it double.
Cocaine, real game, in the fast lane for my wrist gain,
Champagne, campaign, this hippie, man, we got air time.

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'Strangers' Lyrics - My Name Is Kay (Ft. Pusha T)
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Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger
So that's how you fell? A stranger ha?

Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger
All you do is complain

I buy you this, I take you there, now you wanna act like it ain't fair,
Find a new love guess it ain't rare, You can be replaced 'case you ain't clear
Yup, OK player, look to my side and you ain't there
Too little time and you ain't share, end of the road and you ain't there

You hit my cell on Friday, come pick you up outta your place
You tell me I look beautiful, baby that's so unusual
But then we get to the party, you act like you don't even know me
You laughin' it up, you takin' shots, so drunk you forgot about the girl you brought

You're a fool, you're a damn fool and it's all you'll ever be
So get a clue, get a damn clue
You'll never find another me

Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger

Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger

I can't believe how you do me, actin' like you never knew me
I let your love run through me, I feel just like a groupie, Charlie's hooptie
Perfect strangers, serving goodbyes like a waiter
I'll pack my bags alligator, I hit the road like a stone and roll see ya later
You're a fool, you're a damn fool,all that's all you'll ever be

You're a fool, you're a damn fool and it's all you'll ever be
So get a clue, get a damn clue
You'll never find another me

Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger

Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger

Thought that life you was made for, they say you get what you pay for
Want no stress so I paid more, now you wanna talk while I game on
I play on, baller-like, goya bags lu vuitton and spikes
Take no bags when I board the flight, where I land I'mma score tonight
Let pour tonight cirroc and lime, now we both stuck like a porcupine
Let's get lost so we hard to find, push it to the limit like borderline


Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger

Na Na ooo
Don't treat me like a stranger
Don't treat me like a stranger

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'New God Flow' Lyrics - Kanye West (Ft. Pusha T)
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[Kanye West]
Now hold up, I ain’t tryna stunt man
But these Yeezy’s jumped over the jumpman
Went from most hated to the new God flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living 3 dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. Kings, Rodney Kings
Uh, cause we can’t get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
All money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin’
God damn, we made it here from nothing
Picture worth your whole life, and it can’t cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like the uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I’m from the 312, where cops don’t come through, and dreams don’t come through
Like where did God go, in his Murcielago
Went from working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
Even got enough to get his mama a condo
People came shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you feel you Sunday service
I got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane
Did Noah make the arc when I made it rain
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame
And went to Jacob’s and made the new Jesus Chains
In Jesus name, let the choir say
I’m on fire ayy, that’s what Richard Pryor Say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire Ye’

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'Exodus 23:1' Lyrics - Pusha T
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[Hook: Pusha T]
Beef is best served like steak
Well done get a gun in your face, bitch nigga
Beef will have you praying to God
Move your kids have you hiding your mom
Beef is when you hide behind them other niggas
But they ain’t killers they ain’t pullin them triggers, fuck niggas
Beef will have you keying our cars
Heartbroke yours don’t look like ours

Them niggas ain’t dying for you X2

Throwing that flag up running around you hot shit
Taking half of everything you get

Them niggas ain’t dying for you X2

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Contract all fucked up
I guess that means you all fucked up
You signed to one nigga that signed to another nigga that’s signed to three niggas
Now that’s bad luck
Damn that shit even the odds now
You better off selling this hard now
You call it living out your dreams
You can’t fly without your wings
You get it
Jeremy Scott’s are camouflaged
You can’t hide it from yourselves career sabotaged
I was really in that travel lodge
You just lying through your catalogs
Where the blood and the battle scars?
We the ones that judge juggling the gavels on
Put me to the body
First 48 put us to them bodies
Round here we don’t play that
A to the K that, spray that, lay back
You can keep your beats, nigga
We’d much rather share your bitch, nigga, bitch nigga
3 million can’t hide that
It shows in the homes I done tried that
That’s why you’ll never be my neighbors
Smile as you waving but we know you niggas hate us
Fuck you playing games for?
Don’t be scared get everything you came for
They got you talking that big shit
Little do you know we don’t miss shit
Them niggas using you as a pawn
You see they never loaded they guns
Now you out here by yourself
Ask Steve Jobs’ wealth don’t buy health

[Hook]

Them niggas ain’t dying for you X2

[Pusha T]
Throwing that flag up running around you hot shit
Taking half of everything you get

Them niggas ain’t dying for you X2

[Outro: Notorious B.I.G.]
What’s beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
What’s beef? Beef is when you need 2 Gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time.

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'Mercy' Lyrics - Kanye West (Ft. Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz)
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[Hook X4]
Lamborghini Mercy
Your Chick She So Thirsty
I’m In That Two Seat Lambo
With Your Girl She Tryna Jerk Me

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop It To The Floor
Make That Ass Shake
Woah Make The Ground Move, That’s An Ass Quake
Built A House Up On It, That’s An Ass State
Roll My Blunt On It, That’s An Ass Tray
Say Ye, Say Ye, Don’t We Do This Err’ Day-day?
I Work Them Long Nights, Long Nights To Get A Pay Day
Finally Got Paid, Now I Need Shade And A Vacay
And Niggas Still Hatin’, So Much Hate I Need An AK
Now We Out In Paris, Yeah I’m Perrierin’
White Girls Politicin’ That’s That Sarah Palin
Gettin’, Californicatin’
I Give Her That D, Cause That’s What I Was Born And Raised In

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
It’s Prime Time, My Top Back, This Pimp Game
I’m Red Leather, This , I’m Rick James
I’m Bill Droppin’, Ms. Pacman Is Pill Poppin’
This Pill Popped, I’m Poppin’ 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 Turnin’, That’s Exorcist
My Audemar Like Mardi Gras
That’s Swiss Time And That’s Excellence
Two Door Preference
Roof Gone George Jefferson
That White Frost On That Pound Cake
So Your Duncan Heinz Is Irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, She Go Wherever I Go
Wherever We Go We Do It Pronto

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
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 To Death
I Step In Def Jam Building Like I’m The Shit
Tell ‘em “give Me Fifty Million Or I’mma Quit”
Most Rappers Taste Level Ain’t At My Waist Level
Turn Up The Bass ’til It’s Up In Your Face Level
Don’t Do No Press But I Do The Most Press, Kid
Plush Out My-my , Make Yours Look Like Precious
Talkin’ ’bout Mary She Gone Off That Molly
Now The Whole Party Is Melted Like Dhali
Now Everybody Is Movin’ They Body
Don’t Sell Me Apartment, I Move In The Lobby
Niggas Is Loiterin’ Just To Feel Important
You Gon See Lawyers And Niggas ? Gettin Jordans

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Now Catch Up To My Campaign
Coupe The Color Of Mayonniase
I’m Drunk And High At The Same Time
Drinkin’ Champaign On The Airplane
Spit Rounds Like The Gun Range
Beat It Up Like Rampage
100 Bands, Cut Ya Girl Now Your Girl Need A Bandaid
Grade A, A1, Chain The Color Of Akon
Platinum Diamonds Backpack Around Me
Cosigned By Louis Voutton
Horse Power, Horse Power
All This Polo On I Got Horse Power
Pound Of This Cost 4 Thousand
I Make It Rain, She Want More Showers
Rain Pourin’, All My Cars Is Foreign
All My Broads Is Foreign, Money Tall Like Jordan

[Hook]

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No guitars when we are talking heavy metal
All I know is guns and roses selling poison
Force power through the city like a intrusion
I think no one battle like a show gun
Fuck it all the show girls think I am gonna blow one
Better all on the roll of a dice shit fall what they have made is divine
Look at my hands look at my face look at my values so what do you see
Look at my past look at ma scars they can tell you why I ever got this far
You can see my breath I am breathing ooo
You can feel my heart you know it‘s beating
Look at desires look at your life
Everybody knows we won’t live twice
Look at this boy .. I was born ready to fly
Forever and tonight I am in the fight of my life
And I will never fade I will never run away just stay with me tonight
In the fight of my life ooooo ooooo just stay with me tonight
I am in the fight of my life fight of my life
Fight fight
Think of my voice think of my vowel
Never let go never back down
Take a deep breath take a deep ..
Make a wish with a eye on a last star
Look at desires look at your life
Everybody knows we won’t live twice
Look at this boy .. I was born ready to fly
Forever and tonight I am in the fight of my life
And I will never fade I will never run away just stay with me tonight
In the fight of my life ooooo ooooo just stay with me tonight
I am in the fight of my life fight of my life
Fight fight
Ooo oooo oooo fight of my life

Room to the bitches even though ..
Room to the bitches even though ..
Room to the bitches even though ..
Room to the bitches even though ..
Ooooo ooooooo

I was born ready to fly
Forever and tonight I am in the fight of my life
And I will never fade I will never run away just stay with me tonight
In the fight of my life ooooo ooooo just stay with me tonight
I am in the fight of my life fight of my life
Fight fight
Ooo oooo oooo fight of my life
I was born ready to fly
Forever and tonight I am in the fight of my life
And I will never fade I will never run away just stay with me tonight
In the fight of my life ooooo ooooo just stay with me tonight
I am in the fight of my life fight of my life
Fight fight
Ooo oooo oooo fight of my life

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[Hook: Nathaniel]
Girl, you’re official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can’t go wrong
We could be the untouchable
Baby, we could be untouchable!

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok, white panorama, seats all suede
Bad bitch with me, imported from Malaysia
Red bottom chunky, whole shoes spiked
My girl got a girlfriend, but she ain’t even dyke
Introduced her to the life, so beyond nice
40 stories later, I’m penetratin’ the pipe
Bottles on cold ice, take it there? I just might
Dream’s no longer dreams, the things are in your sight
Put your pass to the side, passports when we fly
Bonnie and Clyde, untouchable with the bond
Yeah, baby, I can take it there
Keep it shinin’ like a chandelier
I’m talkin’ sweaters, all cashmere
Can’t give you the world, but shawty, it be damn near
I got your heart, so tell ‘em “Stand clear!”
I got a spot by side, you can stand here

[Hook: Nathaniel]
Girl, you’re official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can’t go wrong
We could be the untouchable
Baby, we could be untouchable!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yeah, me and you, we untouchable
Good girl gone bad, who corrupted you?
Used to be a college girl eatin’ Lunchables
Now your Phillip Lim sweats feelin’ comfortable
Arch your back, let me get them from up under you
Car notes, let me get them for a month or two
Block calls, you ain’t even gotta wonder who
I downsize, see it’s only ’bout one or two
I’m just kiddin’, hoes know I’m driven
Dirty birds flyin’ out the coupe like a pigeon (yeeughk!)
See, their mission’s impossible
My trick game since the 90′s been phenomenal
Drop dollars on it, pop bottles on it
Gucci silks got you feelin’ like a goddess, don’t it?
Yeah, this lifestyle’s no fairy tale
A Rolodex of ex-hoes know it very well

[Hook: Nathaniel]
Girl, you’re official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can’t go wrong
We could be the untouchable
Baby, we could be untouchable!

[Verse 3: French Montana]
You know who rock jewels, make moves with all the mommas
Back of the club, sippin’ Patron is where you’ll find me
Back of the Ghost, me and ma bumpin’ Chardy
Countin’ money fast, and shawty popped a (?)
Untouchable for good, now I put it all on her throat
She from my neck of the wood
And, oh, I think I love her
I know she call me Dad, but I gotta thank her mother
I let her kiss the dice, then I play the game
We on the G5′s, you on them paper planes
I need a leather Oscar (?)
Untouchable like Kevin Costner (?), slumber for the Red Lobster(?)

[Hook: Nathaniel]
Girl, you’re official
You belong with a guy like me, for sure
With no hesitation, all I need is one word
With me, you can’t go wrong
We could be the untouchable
Baby, we could be untouchable!

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Get my chain, get my chain
This GOOD music
You sweet to me: Diabetes, Peace treaties
Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties
Carrying the torch, the Olympic 4 rings
I’m a javelin throw from the crowning of the king
I hear ‘em whisper like a hummingbird sings
Of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring
Now the wolves out hunting for your bling
As you preyin’ on the bitches with the lowest self-esteem
It’s a common running theme
Victim or vice Lord, disciple or black stone
What you looked at Christ for?
We in the last days, fire or the ice storm
Wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord
Lets be honest, the cards on the table
Jealousy’s a sin, Cain killed Abel
Backstabber, Ceasar had Brutus
It’s hard to weed ‘em out
Even Jesus had Judas
Gone

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tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the … don’t loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice …
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana

started with 28 grams and a hammer
bitch look at me now, tony montana
gave me 2 options, hell or the slammer
they forgot the third, i’m on top, antenna
winter time, bags at the mall, bad santa
…plaza… atlanta
twinkle toe, louis vuitton, hoes love glamour
black and white diamonds in the chain, that’s panda
good music calendar, death jam planner
now everybody fans, in the fields got cameras
of white top on the coup like dandruff
turning k’s over white girls…
… that’s standard,
he asked to get … 20 more, that’s random
see the signs, cut the nigger short, that’s cancer
kill them and kiss his mama chick, that’s manners

tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the … don’t loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice …
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana.

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[diddy]
heavy is the head that wears the crown
these niggas head’s is too light
put the fear of god in these niggas pusha

[pusha t]
its like the changing of the guards
we changing out the frauds
gave these lions heart like my name ended in oz
long time coming, sam cooking up these bars
still eddy caning see the fiends sunk in jaws
pusha ton, pledge allegiance to the raw
no dope dealer that escape without a scar
im buddy lee so lucky me, see i’m home
wish i could jailbreak my team like an iphone
squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
so as i embark, this where the begin start
i write my own happy ending, nigga pen sharp
my life’s a kodak moment, i need a frame for it
the penthouse’s bed needs a crane for it.
im fuckin on it, exotic bitch out the rainforest
so many bitches its a blur, i take the blame for it
god in heaven knows what i feel inside
responsible for all this inner-city genocide
i’ll be damned if i lay ? camp is villify
as i up lift this arch for them ceiling high
i can identify with your one death
we lose thousands over here, you speakin one breath
outsiders looking in like using one ref
my zip cam point of view to you is one step
closer to clarity, not a parody
how cocaine single handedly carried me
escaped clever through the fox hole narrowly
they kick dirt up on my name until they bury me
i just shake it off, then i shake a leg
a lot of time to make up is what jacob said
the fans fell for your act, i tell you break a leg
then guns shots going off that’ll awake the dead
push!

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[verse 1]
to all hustla's with the same interest
bow your heads as the lord's mention
prayer service held in the kitchen
i wish they never found jimmy henchmen
i'm what dreams are made of
cocaine ronald gave us
then nancy tried to save us
by that time we had motorola pagers
now we push button start motors
yacht owners, you small ballin, that's pot water
menage a trois' in the bath house
blew money on 'em, bitches never bad mouth
you glass slipper bad whores, i just cash out
you open doors, i open jaws and pass out
luxury is just my lifestyle
i'm scott free with a million dollar bright smile

[chorus]
you niggas gettin' money, i never hear about it
the bricks fell, i skip jail, live to tell about it
i'm what dreams are made of
i'm what dreams are made of
sell that p-ssy to me, i'd rather buy it baby
look at ya purse you need the help, you can't deny it baby
i'm what dreams are made of
i'm what dreams are made of

[verse 2]
yeah, louboutins under sweats
a hundred just landed on responding to a text
niggas talk money but i'm still unimpressed
when these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed
hip hop bores me, hustla's applaud me
too much school boy, not enough rude boy
nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy
and it aint even half of my safe, tuck like jew boy
bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
it says kilometres all on my speedometer
cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
i got the fever, i never took a breather
need a way out like nas needed an ether
like mike vick chased by peta
more pony hairs, more zebras
more pythons, more lizards

[chorus]

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i earned my name just like marlo
gripped everywhere at a flex car show
i declare war, letting all you rappers know
red light, yellow light, green light, go
chequered flag shit, matching bag shit
monaco grand prix, snap back backwards
don c joint with the python accents
the bitch still hissing, snake charmers magic
some shit dont change, ya life aint like mine
missin’ dope money sends chills up my spine
closed the motorised blinds, got a seal and a stamp
b.o. double s’s, that camaro aint mine that phantom’s double breasted
got me feeling like hov in that bubble lexus
back when dame dropped the duffle off with the records

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Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
I’ma take your money

I’m on my door side feeling shit
Side side perios that boy in this back
And that boy aint’ serious
You chicks get me head on that period
Make em run ..they little ..
Scared money down make enough
You wanna go to war you don’t make enough
Have my niggas in the crib when you’re waking up
You know what this is, right?
get me head it that

Then i wonder type of beat so they wanna ..
No ..shooter i don’t miss my talking
And fucking i’ma rider mad the stripe tight so i’m busting all the ..
Nobody dies a virgin like fuck this all
I was born poor but what raised the ball
I’m a grown man pay my own bills
..money i pay my own thrill

Hook:
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
If i ever go blow i’ma take your money
Scared money don’t make o money
They aint’ never gonna grow
Scared money don’t make o money
As long as the ..out here (Scared money don’t make o money)
We’re gonna be fine
I’ma take your money, yeah

Scared money don’t make none
You aint’ really got that ass where you came from
Go fire with the brick made a dollar off the strip
..German engineer with my ..drums
Used to gamble with three dice
456 dreams stead up the green nights
With roll that .. from the poll ice
Thank God for the six beat ..bad bitches we good
..and mislead, sell it on nigga then we ball nigga
If we scared then you better get a gall nigga
Pay the .. and we plan .. if you get what you earn we belong in em

Hook:
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
If i ever go blow i’ma take your money
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
If i ever go blow i’ma take your money

If i ever go blow i’ma take your money
Have my niggas ..snitch and radio honey
Gonna shoot your .. go money block
Set it got that work is bring em pace ..
As a young i used to look out
Now we’re in the kitchen with peaches having the cook out
Niggas can’t took it, niggas can’t took out
Used to ..when i pull out
Maserati, .. big ..team killers, long clips big toasters
Fuck the ..they buck ti round, get chofer nice cash
You’re talking .. big ..

[Hook:]

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i got some killers on the you see...
don’t stab hard in the pussy
..ain’t nothing, let ‘em do it
got a vest on, got a gun that could really...
cause playing with real is money
get funny, one day you fix the plug
next day you’re in the dumpster
couldn’t keep it one hundred,
you’re twenty two but sin
the police is got you on a leash

chorus:
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!

you don’t know about this life,
to earn all this stripes
the kilograms, kilo packs
pack ...
..the money’s out and the bottles pouring
they’re in the...
the .. no model
..talking about devil issues
it’s fifty racks, no cousin issue
like blood diamonds, it’s rebel issues
this small gun, this small body
we call... nobody
cause it’s.. who’s doing me?
nobody!
when the guns.. they’re so sorry
..pull yourself the beryl, make your body jerk
put my money and i’ll hit you that body work!
chorus:
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!

decks on decks, that’s money.. respect
got cooked collect...
everybody... and our check is our check
cause ..don’t spit no verse,
just ..they stretch !
cause black …2s
every time i’m ...your mess.
to get no vests
strapped out like i’m a cowboy
..let’s go rolling, that’s on my...
young boys that’s so much...
..they’re out of work
cause we’re living.. we don’t do nobody work!

chorus:
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!

...all the crazy shit that i ever did
..you know we are back and down
diamonds flash like...
straight ass... i’m seven digits on that phone!
money so.. smoke the house on
getting.. trying to put my.. on!
i’m on fire, got my jaw wild
ex money ..pd roll up!
body work, chopper work like a techno song
twenty dollars show, i just...
money fast, diamonds fats like a heart beat
make your... in this hurricane!

chorus:
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!
bo, bo, body work that we’re spraying
probably to uk and i ain’t talking about the...
this ain’t no hard game, so quit playing!
it’s eat time, you know what? it’s perfect!

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i’m looking in the mirror
it’s everything that glitter
and they know… from the haters
cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening
and now i’m with my niggers,
it’s everything that glitters, and they know
and all the smoke get high, high, high
just another day, get by, get by, get by

for every brick broke down it’s one step …
for every … it’s one step…
for every loyal nigger fronting … one kept going
for every bitch i show the way it’s one kept going
so let’s blow through this money as we … bottles
let me drop another classic and the tour follows
let’s get pissy durnking, let the hoes swallow
my niggers embrace guns and ignore…
not the glorified, you can’t ignore the lines
illusions we can be you, get a … body
better know who that is looking in the mirror
the truth lies you can … can see its glitter

i’m looking in the mirror
it’s everything that glitter
and they know… from the haters
cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening
and now i’m with my niggers,
it’s everything that glitters, and they know

i’m looking in the mirror
it’s everything that glitter
and they know… from the haters
cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening
and now i’m with my niggers,
it’s everything that glitters, and they know
and all the smoke get high, high, high
just another day, get by, get by, get by

i just can’t leave it alone
i just can’t leave it alone
they handing out football numbers at the tap of your phone
were you watching for the … they clapping they chrome
took a brick then i turned it to stone
5 in a …
and took my experience and turned it to …
as we took single engines and turned it to bone
… lost a lot of niggers
… you still reminiscence…

i’m looking in the mirror
it’s everything that glitter
and they know… from the haters
cameras in action, tell all my niggers what’s happening
and now i’m with my niggers,
it’s everything that glitters, and they know
and all the smoke get high, high, high
just another day, get by, get by, get by.

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