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'Burn (Remix)' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Ga)
Here is Burn (Remix) Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Ga

(Verse 1: Meek Mill & Big Sean)
God (Yea)
Oh God, Boi, (Yea)
G.O.O.D. (MMG, Nigga)

(Verse 1)
Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it's time to burn
Pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn
Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
Michael Corleone, come and get it on the curve
These nigga wanna hate, that's why they get what they deserve
We only dealin what we have, livin and we learn
No more J's on the porch, days that we were poor
Amazed by mama boy, bumping Maze in the Porsche
Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
Bitches be rollin in it, they say I'm so photogenic
Every night is a feast, niggas be having beef
I teach me a young boy, call him my Chief Keef
Truders be with extort, go to war over Jordans
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys

(Bridge)
Niggas wanna try, what they gonna say?
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break
Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse 2: Lil Wayne)
Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh
Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbed wire

(Meek Mill)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the p-jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

(Big Sean)
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me… I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city

(Meek Mill)
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach, Green Bay they packing
Y'all niggas was slackin' ‘member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera turtle back
Niggas sayin they want beef, well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white, was serving that — I been to jail, I ain't going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
That's cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Bitch, I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra
(Meek Mill)
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn shit (swirv, swirv)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

(Big Sean)
Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom…lil' bitch

(Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill)
(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn
(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks all in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Verse)
Rolling up on them 20’s
Hoes all over my car though
Getting bitches that Lucy, black Ricky Ricardo
Gucci that Prada Prada, fireworks in this bitch
Tell em hoes if they go in my bottle they gon die of thirst in this bitch
I supply the work, niggas talk, I gotta murk
Fresh to death, I buy the hearse
I fuck the bitch, you buy the purse
Fuck nigga, I ain’t stuntin no fuck nigga
28’s on my truck nigga
Type of track, wussup nigga
You don’t ride for them bucks nigga
Yea, I’m in the kitchen going HAM again
We ain’t throwing bottles, nigga we don’t get them hammers in
Tony Parker steering wheel, niggas know that that’s ho shit
Oh you single nigga? Put this new dick on yo old bitch
I been high since ’06, I been with since ‘08
Since Wale has short hair I’ve been poppin that Rose
Hey, what them hoes say? Hurricane he run the town
Walk in the club with 100 rounds
Let my niggas in and we shut it down
That’s colony on Monday, Roxbury on Thursday
Toxic on Saturday, tell Arthur I ain’t got a day
Grey stones on my chain, greystone on Sunday
Bad bitches in line outside, you gonn get it one day, bitch
You aren’t made for this shit
So many chains on me they think that I slave in this bitch
We throwing money everywhere, got J's on I don’t never wear
Got a bad bitch from Delaware, in that dereon shake her derrière
Whoa, Nelly, where the fuck is Nelly?
Got a bitch yelling E.I., while a nigga watching belly
Got a bitch that love T.I., got a bitch that love Tunechi
Tell him soo-woo to the Beehive, tell them hoes it’s all Gucci
I got Louie, I got Loubies, nigga my life is a movie
Popping bottles like I’m D. Wade, tell them send me like three spades
Peach Ciroc, coconut, cranberry, open up
Then we neckin that ‘tron, real nigga I’m gone

(Meek Mill)
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects
Or prolly catchin mileage while the pilot steer the P-Jet
Cause we next and we flex like

(Big Sean)
90PX, working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch, I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me, I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city

(Meek Mill)
End of story, nigga P.S
All white Maybach Greenbay they packin
Y'all niggas was snackin' ‘member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause it's Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera its turtleback
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I been to jail I ain't going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy, Blake Griffin'd yo ho, nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho, shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like Nuvo and I dog that Cujo

(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

(Big Sean)
Bitch I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra

(Meek Mill)
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a motherfucking perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea (swerve, swerve)
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit

(Big Sean)
Oh that's your girl? Damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio I'm on that Howard Stern shit
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell
Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp strong like it's lifting weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My Rollie don't tick-tock your shit sound like a time bomb, boom, lil' bitch

(Big Sean)
Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay
So let that shit burn

(Meek Mill)
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire I'm only gettin' higher
50 racks in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

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'Look Into My Eyes' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. N.O.R.E.)
Here is Look Into My Eyes Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. N.O.R.E.

(Hook)
Look into the eyes of a real nigga
Tell me you can feel what I feel nigga
Tell me you can see what I see boy
Walk with me, tell me you can be where I be

(Verse)
Yea, I’m still here, eatin on that bon jon
N.O.R.E child y Givon, Japan, Hong Kong
Buckets and sand models, I prefer the cherry weed
Accustomed to going through customs every week
Passports stamped up like it’s camouflage
Bitches chase arrigo, turtle shit, entourage
Bitches on my dick, thay wanna sabotage
Fuck em and I get down with em, that’s ménage
Nice and charged, black mack, black garage
Shoot you in yo crib, fucked yo girl nigga, bon voyage
Mackin charge, fuck it we can settle shit
Hit you with some metal shit, your face look pregnant
They call me OG, they respect it
If not, them niggas won’t be leavin with they necklace
Niggas act reckless, leave them niggas breathless
Shoot em up for lunch dinner, brunch or breakfast

(Hook x2)
Look into the eyes of a real nigga
Tell me you can feel what I feel nigga
Tell me you can see what I see boy
Walk with me, tell me you can be where I be

(Verse)
Yea, so you can see it in my eyes
You could tell from my hands, from the cuts, from the plies
That I’m a nigga that’s extraordinary
Fuck er on the first night, nigga that’s ordinary
Niggas in the Luxor, chillin by the pyramids
Thinkin I’m Egyptian, that feel is serious
Besides I got a home, chillin in my summer home
Yea that’s just my brother at home, shoot you what yo mother on
I’mma still be rich, you can suck a dick
Hater shit, hater shit, niggas on that sucka shit
Yea I’m still here, still getting it
Stopped selling drugs, ‘cause my mouth started spittin it
This rap shit, you gotta love that
Million niggas jobs on parole, you gotta love that
Never gotta aks me where the bud at
Be loyal nigga, show me where the love at

(Hook x2)
Look into the eyes of a real nigga
Tell me you can feel what I feel nigga
Tell me you can see what I see boy
Walk with me, tell me you can be where I be

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'Money, Clothes, Hoes' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Young Chris)
Here is Money, Clothes, Hoes Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Young Chris

(Verse)
I’m getting money on these lame niggas
You runnin round broke, that’s a shame nigga
Boy you lookin at the hardest in the game nigga
See me getting to the money and the fame nigga
30 racks on me, I’m about to ball
2 good coupes and I did it for my dawgs
2 bad bitches and they bout to suck it up
Young nigga in the flesh and I want it all
Fly nigga, I get plenty hoes
Hear these niggas talkin money, I got plenty though
And these niggas hittin on me, I got plenty though
And these flamers that I’m makin, I got plenty mo
Take a look into my eyes, you can see the best
Fat bitch, all between her thighs, Shawty you a mess
Rollie on, you can see the time flyin in the jet
When it’s up we can talk money, nigga where the check

(Hook x2)
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes & Clothes all a nigga know

(Verse)
All a nigga know before we had shows
Benny Jigga and X, money cash hoes
Datta told me to flex on you assholes
Henny Philly bitches with sex, we done had those
Made in America, winger hawk in the corner
6’s but I fuck with the Metz, cool with the owner
True that you lil bitches did it, you know the karma
Fuck me if you wanna, just gonna
Gangstas disown you like shit, takin the whole 36
Burnin niggas like fuck around with a dirty bitch
Pussy nigga was mouthin off at the 35th
First I heard he was talkin, next thing I heard he hit
Raw fuck up the plot, you know my birdie shit
Standin pretty shot in the block, nice 30 brick
So many niggas from the block murder shit
We be thrownin screamin and shooters, we ain’t heardin shit
Yall ain’t heard this shit, I got a tux with a perfect fit
Brand new casket and a hearse with
I got shooters for long distance like dirk with it
Youngins tryna live my life, finish rehearsing it

(Hook x2)
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes, Cars, Clothes
Money, Hoes & Clothes all a nigga know

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'Repo' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Meek Mill)
Here is Repo Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Meek Mill

(Intro)
We gon' knock this right out
We gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga!

Yeah!

(Verse 1)
Really?
Fuckin' “Condom Style”? “Get your jig on”?
You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!
Body Cass, put ‘em in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hater niggas spot that’s why you prolly mad!
My story, all guts, glory
Posted on the corner, Glock .40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom where they never make it at
With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that
Theres rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas, or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas like
Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker
It's givers and it's takers, these niggas is gettin faker
And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!
Black Maserati, chinchillas for Papi
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD, how can niggas play me?
If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me
Drophead with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin'
I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half lil nigga do the math
And you talkin' bout a battle rap, how you gon' handle that?
100 grand pussy nigga, you ain't got the tab for that
You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at
You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down ‘fore you make me bomb now
Fucking all these superstars like “Who Meek Milly bomb now?”
Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my town
I heard your car got re-poed
But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fucking with your ego
You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga
All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga
Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga
What you made this year? What you worth nigga?
I dropped “Dreams & Nightmares,” I made church nigga
I did “I'ma Boss,” youngin' set the summer off
Man these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!
Ha! Get your hate on Cass
And we ain't talking larceny cause they all trash
And your goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad
Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR abs
My dog killed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from him
Once my niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'
We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'
D.C. nigga, you P.C. nigga
While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga
Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas
All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on it
All my guns come with extends on it
Duck ? and hit up, tuck nigga you lit up
Cause you looking like food my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

(Outro)
You know you fucked up right?
The “hustla”
You know you fucked up right?
Man I ain't doing this shit no more with you nut ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga
I got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together
Y'all niggas ain't do shit!
Talkin' all this Philly shit
Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga
All my niggas drive foreigns!
My niggas don't even rap and drive better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that ‘Rari , you don't feel sorry for these bitch ass rappers!
You can't come to Philly no more!
And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly
You been living here eight years you pussy ass nigga!

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'Grind All Day' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. Jae Millz)
Here is Grind All Day Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. Jae Millz

(Intro)
It’s Millzie
Grind all day, party all night
Grind all day, party all night

(Verse)
I got my own wave no need to ride Joe’s
I'm five ten but my money bout 5-4
I pull up on the set fresh from the lock boy,
Hop out now hater kill yourself, suicide doors
My bitch bad but the karmin better
I come through white coast looking like Casper
YMCMB AKA the only thing that matters
With Kobe in the fourth, Tyga and the master
Shout out to nigga M, simply 'cause she the baddest
Shout out to you rappers for stealing my atlips
Leggo, I'mma bring it back up town,
Where them fly girls love me 'cause I'm so uptown
Yeah she gotta ask like a full moon
It’s unsafe for her to walk in a full room nigga
Call me Jae, call me Millz,
Might as well call me buffalo 'cause I'm bout my mother fuckin bills
What it is.

(Hook)
Grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night

(Verse)
Man admit it’s a no-no, you already know though
Puffing on loud ounces, that's the motto, nigga polo
And we light it every day, every day, every day
Like a Willy Nelson party back in 1968
Light it up in June and be gone till November
Diamonds like the golf ball, I am ka center
These niggas ain't hot, they could be my dinner
Shoot his ass back to when niggas was riding on spinners
Now go ahead, let em spin,
Fuck them losers man I came here to win,
Tell that waitress sparkle my bottles again
Bad red bone I'm bout to fuck her and her friend
Let's begin, what it is, said I'm out of control,
This whole party is out of control,
Flow straight dope like I duck curr cope,
All this grieving got my shit right up out of his nose
Party all night

(Hook)
Grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind-grind all day, party-party all night

(Verse)
I'm out of this world like a flying saucer
And my aura cause nausea
Lord homie I'm a worldwide scormer
Native New Yorker,
Mother fuck you and whoever that endorsed you
You don't want that walk,
We run through you niggas on my Brashaw
Oh that little nigga mad huh?
Can't get right with yo bokeme ass huh?
How dare you?
For bad bitches is don't hear you
And besides that boy, be careful,
‘Cause I hunt you down, make you outfit, and wear you,
These little niggas don't get it
My flow been Hannibal just wasn't admited
Hit your body twice with that get pack, get pack,
Double up, that's a gift pack, leave em gift wrapped

(Hook)
Grind all day, party all night
Grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night
Grind-grind all day, party-party all night

(Outro)
Me and mines go hard like it’s no tomorrow
Yea
Millzie
Yo yo

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'Get Money' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats
Here is Get Money Lyrics by Jahlil Beats

(Verse)
I’m going hard, you’s fallin off
20 racks off in my pocket, bitch I’m showin off
I’m getting money, you took a loss
Nigga getting to it, nigga I’m a boss
Rubies on my face, Rollie on my wrist
See a bad bitch with me, nigga I’m the shit
I’m really poppin, I’m so fuckin sick
Plus it ain’t about nothing, I can fuck yo chick
You niggas watchin, I see you niggas
And to tell the truth I wouldn’t want to be you niggas
Ask around the town, we like the Beatles nigga
Black diamonds on my neck, don gido nigga
And we gotta talk about it, nigga I’m the truth
I get it in another zone when I’m in the coup
I can fuck er for a hour when I’m off the goose
She gon suck a nigga dick and then I’m letting loose

(Hook x2)
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money

(Verse)
I’m in the game, you watchin nigga
Bitch I’m comin up and you can’t stop me nigga
Man you niggas hatin tryna block a nigga
‘Cause I’m getting cake, Betty Crockett nigga
7’s on my waist, J’s on my feet
Bitch I’m ballin on these lame niggas every week
Just getting started, I ain’t reached the peak
You ain’t never getting on cuz yo shit is weak
Look at me nigga, I’m the fuckin man
All you niggas wanna beat up, talkin 50 grand
You ain’t talkin money, I don’t understand
I ain’t tryna talk unless you try to spend them bands
Nigga Legends is the team and I’m my brother’s keeper
I’m the nigga with the shit that’s blowing out yo speakers
Bitch you’d fuck me, right? then Shawty’s a keeper
Take em to church and I’m the fuckin preacher

(Hook x2)
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money
Get get get
Money money money

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'The Real' Lyrics - Jahlil Beats (Ft. The Beat Bully, CDot Butler & Egram)
Here is The Real Lyrics by Jahlil Beats Ft. The Beat Bully, CDot Butler & Egram

(Intro)
Real, learn from lesson shit uh

(Verse)
Young nigga, big dreams
I’ve been waiting on this day since I was 16
Reminiscin bout the times when I had it hard
I was sleepin on the floor, man I had to ball
Had to get this fuckin chicken, had to stack this bread
So many devilish thoughts going through my head
So focused, focused on the bigger picture
I can see Lambos in my near future
I never stop, gotta keep tryin
These hatin niggas want me dead, I ain’t fuckin lyin
Niggas love they hood more than they love they kids
Ain’t sayin that is life, some say it’s how we live
I’m just freaking on what’s real
Grinding just to make it, waiting on a deal
Gotta do this for my son, man that’s real talk
This shit I’m spittin here is real, nigga from the heart

(Hook x2)
We done came up
Now all these pretty little bitches bring our name up
Why they change up? Why they change up?
‘Cause we out here getting money, that’s a shame huh?

(Verse)
Duster PA – that be my birth place
Love my city to death but I ain’t tryna stay
Nah, tryna get back down M I A
I seen the good life, nana sora wanna bay
Hittin exotic chicks, driving exotic whips
On ocean travel, my bros all on get money shit
Had a little setback, shout out the air
King of music, man I needed that
I’m on my grind now, I’m on my jog now
Been down for too long, it’s time to shine now
Uh, livin legends takin over, man I mean that
A team realer that mine, ain’t never seen that
I’mma stay true to the fuckin crew
Keep getting that money ‘cause that’s what we do
And I see these bitches tryna change up
Ha, probably cause we done came up

(Hook x2)
We done came up
Now all these pretty little bitches bring our name up
Why they change up? Why they change up?
‘Cause we out here getting money, that’s a shame huh?

(Verse)
I remember I ain’t had shit
LU flow, used to sell Knicks
In the gutter grinding hard, yea I play the strip
2 in the morning, me and Killa tryna make it flip
Just the city, we just putting on
They hate to see you when you write, love to see you roam
Free Easy, he been locked down too long
I tell him hold detail and just stand tall, damn
I scream it’s a fucked up world
Why my niece had to die? Man I miss that girl
Dudes turning into clowns and they used to be thorough
Gave boy life a part of Bobby over his girl
Man, all I can do is remain me
That’s why when you see me out, I’m the same E
Been getting to it so no money ain’t gon change me
Ain’t gon change me
Arguing with my chick got a nigga stressin
Just had a son so that there was a blessing
So I grind hard, got to get these mills
‘Cause stealin won’t pay my bills, I gotta get it
Living Legends my team, my whole team winnin
Living Legends my team, my whole team get it
Backin back Raris with my whole squad livin
Made it from them days of drug dealin

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