Eno – Million (Xalaz Album)

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 1]
Eine Million Euro auf Konto
Schieße Selfies mit Bruders in Hongkong
Kauf mir ‘ne Kalasch, trainier du Wing Chun
Ich bring frischen Wind ihr seid so monoton
Bonne chance an die Brates die Gas geben
An die Dealer die für Bares ihr Hasch geben
An eure Freundinnen die heimlich Arsch geben
An meine Biras die mir jeden Tag Kraft geben
Ich scheiß auf eure Song und Hits, ich kill Rapper
16 Uhr aufstehen, Frühstück mit Grillteller
In Almanya der neue Hauptdarsteller
Frag deine Freundin Eno er knallt besser

[Bridge]
Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

Ve ve, ab nach Caesar’s in Vegas
Memes und Arsch wie von Alexis Texas
Häng mit Bitches, die aussehen wie Electra
Handy klingelt doch die Schlampe sie leckt grad

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 2]
Eine Million in Euro in Bar
Nach Monaco mit’nem Rolls Royce fahr’n
Ohne Aufenthalt große wurden krank in ganz Deutschland mach ich einen Namen
Versace Sweatshirt für sechs Scheine
Siehst mich gechillt einfach aus dem Benz steigen
Keine Sessions mit Schraubi und Brecheisen
Redest von Rücken doch du kennst keinen
Spontan nach Italien zum einkaufen fliegen
Lasse im Dsquared-Shop heut’ zehn Riesen
Krisen vorbei ENO183 wir ballern Blei
Fick die Polizei

[Scratch]
Fuck the police! Comin’ straight from the underground

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Part 3]
Wiesbaden 183 bald in den Charts
Kinnhaken schickt dich direkt in den Schlaf
Bin Laden ist tot, doch Eno ist da
Keine Fresse eingeschlagen heißt guter Tag
Ja Ja dreh’ runden in ‘nem BMW M6
Dach Carbon, tiefgelegt, 600ps
Trete aufs Gas und die Leute sie Kotzen
Lebe mein Traum geb’ ein Fick auf euch Fotzen
Furcht einflößend Griselda Blanco
Siehst du die Bullen hebst du Pico die Hand hoch
Steh’ ich vor dir machst du Platz bis nach Bangkok
Steig’ in den Ring dein Trainer schmeißt Handtuch
Wären ich für Verkauf von Drogen schwänze
Lutscht deine Freundin für Drogen Schwänze
Ot über Grenze im geklauten PKW
Audi RS6 Farbe: schwarz metallic

[Hook]
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto wie Xabi Alonso
Million auf Konto
Million auf Konto
Ich will eine Million Euro auf Konto

Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar so wie Pablo Escobar
Million in Bar
Million in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

[Outro]
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar
Ich will eine Million Euro in Bar

Soulja Boy – Bankroll (King Soulja 7 Album)

[Chorus]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

[Verse One]
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Sippin’ on lean, it made me go slow
On the stage and I’m in beast mode
Hundreds in my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city and we turnt up
Lean inside my double-cup
Pulled up in a Lambo
Hop out like Rambo
Lotta goons, lotta ammo
Lotta guns, lotta ammo

[Chorus x2]
Now I put fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Ridin’ through the city in that Rolls Royce
It’s just how we roll
Cause we roll
I got fifties and hundreds inside my bankroll
Bad bitches [?]
So we gone, gone
Gone, gone

Tory Lanez – Bal Harbour (feat. A$Ap Ferg)

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
I swear
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Pulling up Rolls Royce
Gave them no choice
When I’m telling bitches hop in
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
Push button and the doors close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that shit playing around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m trynna do is put my dog on
Get this money till it’s all gone

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switching lanes , nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me baby
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday
I love her then fuck her like everyday
Im gonna just cuff her fuck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil dome in the lair

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

Tory Lanez – Bal Harbour lyrics

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
Pulling up Rolls Royce
Gave them no choice
When I’m telling bitches hop in
Rolls Royce gave them no voice
Push button and the doors close
With a million dollar wardrobe
Airplane mode for the phone
All you fuck niggas I ignore those
I be up way in the clouds
Cause fuck nigga weighing me down
I made a full circle with the plane
I call that shit playing around
I put on the whole clique on bust down
Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole polar pacific climate on me
All I’m trynna do is put my dog on
Get this money till it’s all gone

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
I just fucked your bitch, now she hanging with the crew
She hopped up in my whip cause she know I got l the juice
I got a hundred chains, hundred thousand on the jewels
In the foreign switching lanes , nigga that’s just how we do
Come hop in my ride with me baby
These dollar signs be driving me crazy
She drink about four by 10, shoes, they all Phillip Lim
Girl don’t worry bout the cost, them broads don’t know about them
I’m gonna be yours someday
I love her then fuck her like everyday
Im gonna just cuff her fuck what they say
Getting this cake like Anna Mae
We up in the crib watching anime
Right up in the crib where the phantom stay
Taking all your friends on a dinner date
Why you fucking with him he cannot compete
Diamonds dancing crazy, all my jewelry nae nae
They all on my nuts like a payday
When I’m up in the club then it’s pay day
Put my thumb in her butt she like yeah
In the back of my bus I go yeah
And we finna go up in the air
And I catch a lil dome in the lair

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
(I swear)
All I’m trynna do is hit a lick and put my dogs on
Big time
Chuck the money up till it’s all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch we all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
We all on
Someone get the shooters cause we all on
I got 40s in the rugers when we all on
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain
I look like the godfather whenever we ball baby
I’m all up in Bal Harbour
Givenchy and Balmain

Curren$y – Stash House Lyrics

[Intro]
Dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Dollar, dollar bill, yeah

[Verse 1]
When I got out the car I was talking on the phone
Calm in the storm
The Rolls Royce race in a Rolls Royce jawn
Too slick, you prolly slip before you can step up on
Intercepted before you could creep, you see you been crept on
Life is pressed on
Adding to my Rolex collection
Sky-dweller rose gold prolly do my next one
I know what you wanna hear
That shit that make you hustle all year
I came to the studio with a boat
So I can load these keys up, when they’re ready to go
Them other [?] though
You want that pure shit, homie then you know where it’s go
The game done changed y’all, but not your dawg
I’m still in the cut, rolled up in the kush fog

[Hook]
Like dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil
Yeah, dollar, dollar bill in the stash house tryna hid another mil

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rest in peace my nigga Timber
Used to hit the [?]
Freddie Forgiato, chop that [?] to get my chips up
When I jumped up off the porch, I had no [?] where I end up
Audio stay dope like ice cubes and bottled water
Ain’t no gas up in this bitch but I’m cooking like Snoop and Wacka
Fuck the [?] got titties out like the Carter
Young Nino if she nasty like Janet, I change the [?]
Like dollar, dollar bill
Poured the whole Joe Montana when I broke the seal
Niggas thought that I was dead in the gutter they wrote the will
Beat the case and I put new candy paint on my Coupe de Ville
Beat the case and put my baby on acres like ain’t shit changed

Curren$y – Left My Keys Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Took my jacket off as I slid to the car
(?) in the sports arena like a star
Use the talent elevator to the rooftop office
That’s how you know you made it
Rubbing elbows with the life changers
Shaking hands with the strangers
Hanging ’round motherfuckers more dangerous than strangers
Shit trill
I pray for my cousins who be banging
Hope that rap shit clicks
But that paper won’t stop my loved ones from hanging
Rest in peace to the Jacka
Keep them Chevy’s swanging
Burn the rubber at the traffic light for entertainment
Killed the beat, showed up torched to the arraignment
Higher than a spaceship
Your honor in amazement
Couldn’t even say shit
Let a nigga skate back to the interstate quick
All in the cake mix but never get the game twisted
Never coming up on lame shit

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

[Verse 2]
Rolls Royce came through like Theraflu, nasty as fuck
Bentleys pulled up too
Shot callers on entourage members in the coupe
Trying to catch us slipping, but your bitch gave us the scoop
(?) to the loot we be on the move
Anything about it, you probably not even that cool
All I do is roll killa at the house on shrooms
Made a million dollars staying fresh and being true
Underground niggas, couple cribs, couple pools
Might piss in the mainstream, take ya’ll money too
What the fuck dumb niggas gonna do?

[Hook]
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
I’m a real nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Right back in this bitch like I left my keys
I’m a real ass nigga, bounce-bounce for me
Stash a couple pounds at your house for me

Quentin Miller – Gold (Gunmetal Grey Album)

[Hook]
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching
I can’t let them take my soul from me
I’m a king, I can’t let them take my gold from me
No, no, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me

[Verse 1]
Push my will like a Rolls Royce
Hoes fuck with me, I could get you exposure
And I’m about that cash money like from the [?]
Put in that request, it get sold to you
Icons in my contacts
I’m a fucking icon, they don’t want they
Nike hat to the front yeah
I can drive a truck yeah
Up like Donald Trump

[Hook]
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching
I can’t let them take my soul from me
I’m a king, I can’t let them take my gold from me
No, no, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me
I can’t let ’em take my gold
I’ma keep this going too

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look
Groove beats it’s beast to say the least
These bars is beast to say the least
They going hard, they reach, but never reach
Money and me like Magda and Magneto
Kill the track like cops kill black people
The ball fire, my flow fire [?]
I can’t let ’em take my soul from
I’m a king, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me
Gotta make a plan, set some goals on me
Make my first son advance

[Hook]
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching
I can’t let them take my soul from me
I’m a king, I can’t let them take my gold from me
No, no, I can’t let ’em take my gold from me
I can’t let ’em take my gold
Yeah
Switch the flow up

Lupe Fiasco – N.E.R.D. Lyrics

(Verse)
Too many best rappers, not enough best rhymes tho
Guess I’m delusional, used to doing it all the time so
Maybe I’m just jaded, out of touch and unrelated
Unable to connect greatness based on the person who makes it
Or maybe I just hate it
And that would make me hater
Maybe it is great but that don’t mean it’s greater
Having your profile raised doesn’t make you a raiser
Being ambiguous with assertions, isn’t making you safer
What you mean tho?
Line us up, paddling us on the back
Like we steamboat you, president of the frat
You going sling toast, like you Ringo
And you think Doc Holliday’s
Just going tolerate and too sick to let that thing go
It’s just a matter of returns
Ashes to ashes, scattered them from the urns
To start a fire shaky to gather them from the burned
And reassemble these ashes, the blackness is something firm
Then moving blackness backwards in the bread of some other s**t
Any deep we spreading wheat seeds from a bucket s**t
McDonald had a farm and he loving it
Rolls Royce of the scented voice against the arms of the government
Artist getting robbed for their publishing
By dirty Jewish execs that think his alms from the covenant
I’ll retire when I’m tired, that’s a Firestone death
Easy to say when nobody’s there, like a microphone check
They wanna hear what I’m gon say before the microphone check
Make me sign an NDA before the microphone test
Let you face that type of faith, institutional opposition
Then with all due respect, you are not my competition
Nah

Stitches – Best Coco (Uncensored)

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 1]
I remember the days when they used to say I wouldn’t be shit
But the tables turn they see me in person and ask for a pic
All of that hatred
All of that doubt
It just made me better
Talking shit about me to that bitch
I hope it make you feel better
I just keep moving that weight
Shipping it state to state
Riding with my AK 47
Cause these boys be fake
Then I keep trapping
Man I keep riding foreigns
All of these bitches
Showing their titties while Stitches be touring
Im in the back of that Rolls Royce
Bitch you know that Im a dope boy
Like Johnny Depp I sell blow boy
I prolly sell coke to your home boy

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 2]
Bitch I know how it feels
I came up from the bottom
I can upgrade your life and put you in some red apple bottoms
I got some diamonds all up in my mouth
I just fucked your bitch we fucked on your couch
Marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy some molly all I talk about
How does it feel when Im up inside
How does it feel when you on the ride
Im fucking her fast
Im fucking her slow
She say I love you Stitches Im not a hoe

[Verse 3]
I know what you came to my crib for
Take your clothes off put that ass on the floor
You wanna fuck with a drug dealer
Then imma show you what Im bout
Imma put my dick in your mouth
And give you something that you can talk about

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

2 Chainz – Doors Open (feat. Future) (Hibachi For Lunch Album) letras

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Choppa kinda old, but a new clip
Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip
Hope her two lips smell like tulips
Put you in the ground right next to the tulips
Nigga talkin’ shit on the other side
Tell that pussy nigga I pull up
Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain’t push weight
Nigga did pull ups
By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up
When you turn away, a nigga done took her
Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker
Jumpin’ on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka
I take her to the mall and I pocketbook her
You tryna’ spend time, nigga probably boo her
Yeah, I’m tryna’ fuck her, fuck her like I used to
I don’t believe in karma, but I believe in Kama Sutra
Put one leg on the other leg
Then I skate away like Winnipeg
And I’m through fucking with these lame niggas
You a zero like a Easter egg
Got a lotta shooters in my repertoire
Got a dope spot called Escobar
Member when I used to play basketball
Now I’m out here playing ratchet ball, ooo!

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, that fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament
Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic
Rims on my car got it bowlegged
Took your bitch back and got store credit
Still drinking Actavis, niggas is slackin’
I rap like the plastic on packages
Everything I do immaculate
House full of marble, no vacuuming
Charges consist of the trafficking
Trappin’ I had the bitch bumpin’ like Acne
Gettin’ some head on the balcony
So far ahead they in back of me
Walked in the store left my doors open
All my Rolls Royce got 4’s on ’em
Heard you niggas told like 400
Been the coldest nigga out the whole summer
Uh, talkin’ bout bruh let me hold some
Like we used to sleep on the floor or somethin’
Lookin’ for a cup so I could pour some
She brought a friend who brought a friend
We gonna have us a foursome
We started up around 4 or somethin’
We did not stop til like 4 or somethin’

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, the fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling it through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Outro: Future]
When I’m fuckin’ on your hoe with my doors open
I been smokin’ on the dro with the doors open
I pull up in the Rolls with the doors open
I swerve in the block with the doors open
I fuck a nigga hoe with the doors open
I bought this shit with the doors open
Coming down on candy with my doors open
Had a young little bitch with her nose open
Fucked a bitch real good with the doors open
Young nigga pulled up with the doors open
Trap right now keep the fuckin’ house open

2 Chainz – Doors Open (feat. Future) letras

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Choppa kinda old, but a new clip
Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip
Hope her two lips smell like tulips
Put you in the ground right next to the tulips
Nigga talkin’ shit on the other side
Tell that pussy nigga I pull up
Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain’t push weight
Nigga did pull ups
By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up
When you turn away, a nigga done took her
Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker
Jumpin’ on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka
I take her to the mall and I pocketbook her
You tryna’ spend time, nigga probably booker
Yeah, I’m tryna’ fuck her, fuck her like I used to
I don’t believe in karma, but I believe in Kama Sutra
Put one leg on the other leg
Then I skate away like Winnipeg
And I’m through fucking with these lame niggas
You a zero like a Easter egg
Got a lotta shooters in my repertoire
Got a dope spot called Escobar
Member when I used to play basketball
Now I’m out here playing ratchet ball, ooo!

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, that fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament
Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic
Rims on my car got it bowlegged
Took your bitch back and got store credit
Still drinking Actavis, niggas is slackin’
I rap like the plastic on packages
Everything I do immaculate
House full of marble, no vacuuming
Charges consist of the trafficking
Trappin’ I had the bitch bumpin’ like Acne
Gettin’ some head on the balcony
So far ahead they in back of me
Walked in the store left my doors open
All my Rolls Royce got 4’s on ’em
Heard you niggas told like 400
Been the coldest nigga out the whole summer
Uh, talkin’ bout bruh let me hold some
Like we used to sleep on the floor or somethin’
Lookin’ for a cup so I could pour some
She brought a friend who brought a friend
We gonna have us a foursome
We started up around 4 or somethin’
We did not stop til like 4 or somethin’

[Hook: Future]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, the fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin’ out the house with my doors open
Comin’ down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
When I’m rollin’ through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling it through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[Outro: Future]
When I’m fuckin’ on your hoe with my doors open
I been smokin’ on the dro with the doors open
I pull up in the Rolls with the doors open
I swerve in the block with the doors open
I fuck a nigga hoe with the doors open
I bought this shit with the doors open
Coming down on candy with my doors open
Had a young little bitch with her nose open
Fucked a bitch real good with the doors open
Young nigga pulled up with the doors open
Trap right now keep the fuckin’ house open

Tory Lanez – Look No Further

[Intro]
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Yeah, for real look, look

[Verse 1]
You gotta know I want you
I’m tryna be better than
Nigga making cars, this girl talkin’ my Letterman
Jacket, I pack it up on this motherfucking avenue
You know what I had to do
Was selling a pack or two
The money was all there, wasn’t a fortune
Tenets talking eviction, she stepping all on our doorstep
So I hit the corner, hustling out for Jordans
You up on my trap phone talking these abortions
Baby you know that all of this shit is for you
Baby I hit that broad up for us
Though I be bummy and scummy
Through wires and fire you know I be on it for us
Shawty when I’m in that there
I’ma win that there
I wear a king’s struggle till I’m sitting in that chair, yeah
So just promise that you’ll never forget me
And when you see me you better accept me
Remember the crew on the glo up
Everything on the show up
Selling till the door up tryna get all the dough up
I can take you care better, we can fuck a floater
Came a long way from tryna hustle a four up
Picture you sitting up in that kitchen
You cooking doing the dishes
I’m in the room wearing dope up
Shit’s changed, I done came from the pain
So when you see me promise that you’ll do the same shawty
[Hook]
And when the things change you’ll still be the same
And when things change you’ll still call my name
As a nigga shawty I’m just tryin, tryna change
You know things change, things change yeah

[Verse 2]
And I’m just tryna be better
With this nine in my sweater
I hit the avenue and grind for the cheddar
For that bread, for that beef, that lettuce I’m working
Even when it ain’t worth it I bring you that burger
Gotta know that we be flipping dope
The coppers is on corners watching so we getting ghost
But it’s you on top of my mind when I’m in the corner hustling
With all of my niggas you gotta know I got to hit the folks
But look you knew the vision, I got a hustle the dream
My niggas hustle and scheme
It’s tryna hustle something
And that’s adjustments it seems all of us from the bottom
So when we got it, got it, know it’s hustle over everything nigga
Old time nigga, old time nigga
Shawty fuck me like I’m your long time nigga
Make ’em all forget you, they got alzheimer’s nigga
And they say they want you, it’s a long lie nigga
If they don’t see you then they all blind niggas
I mean it’s either that or I’m a sharp eyed nigga
Cause I see you and I think baby we a duo
Selling shadow get our pockets fatter than a sumo
NWO, that’s the way we team up
You deserve an award then get your body link up
You ain’t scared to check me on corners where I be on it
And you know it’s where the bodmon but I link up
Man I (?) tings up but it ain’t about that
It’s about you and nothing else cause I’m about that
You ain’t just pop out the sky, had to scout that
Just a few reasons why you should never doubt that

[Outro]
Fargo, and it’s no one better
Used to show up in your house in that shogun leather
Used to push a Honda Accord in the 01 weather
Now me and you and that Wraith feel so much better, don’t it?
We came up together
It’s only right we Rolls Royce the lane up together
It’s only right we VVS the chain cuts together
And promise me you gon’ give me that same love forever
I swear I ain’t tryna play musical chairs
I ain’t here judging, I’m tryna come through in the clear
Fuck you, put two in the air
Fingers all through in your hair, tell me you love it
End of the day I’m just a TO nigga
I’m just tryna do better for ya
Tryna be the best so there ain’t nothing better for ya
Know how I feel, Fargo

Tory Lanez – Look No Further letras

[Intro]
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Yeah, for real look, look

[Verse 1]
You gotta know I want you
I’m tryna be better than
Nigga making cars, this girl talkin’ my Letterman
Jacket, I pack it up on this motherfucking avenue
You know what I had to do
Was selling a pack or two
The money was all there, wasn’t a fortune
Tenets talking eviction, she stepping all on our doorstep
So I hit the corner, hustling out for Jordans
You up on my trap phone talking these abortions
Baby you know that all of this shit is for you
Baby I hit that broad up for us
Though I be bummy and scummy
Through wires and fire you know I be on it for us
Shawty when I’m in that there
I’ma win that there
I wear a king’s struggle till I’m sitting in that chair, yeah
So just promise that you’ll never forget me
And when you see me you better accept me
Remember the crew on the glo up
Everything on the show up
Selling till the door up tryna get all the dough up
I can take you care better, we can fuck a floater
Came a long way from tryna hustle a four up
Picture you sitting up in that kitchen
You cooking doing the dishes
I’m in the room wearing dope up
Shit’s changed, I done came from the pain
So when you see me promise that you’ll do the same shawty

[Hook]
And when the things change you’ll still be the same
And when things change you’ll still call my name
As a nigga shawty I’m just tryin, tryna change
You know things change, things change yeah

[Verse 2]
And I’m just tryna be better
With this nine in my sweater
I hit the avenue and grind for the cheddar
For that bread, for that beef, that lettuce I’m working
Even when it ain’t worth it I bring you that burger
Gotta know that we be flipping dope
The coppers is on corners watching so we getting ghost
But it’s you on top of my mind when I’m in the corner hustling
With all of my niggas you gotta know I got to hit the folks
But look you knew the vision, I got a hustle the dream
My niggas hustle and scheme
It’s tryna hustle something
And that’s adjustments it seems all of us from the bottom
So when we got it, got it, know it’s hustle over everything nigga
Old time nigga, old time nigga
Shawty fuck me like I’m your long time nigga
Make ’em all forget you, they got alzheimer’s nigga
And they say they want you, it’s a long lie nigga
If they don’t see you then they all blind niggas
I mean it’s either that or I’m a sharp eyed nigga
Cause I see you and I think baby we a duo
Selling shadow get our pockets fatter than a sumo
NWO, that’s the way we team up
You deserve an award then get your body link up
You ain’t scared to check me on corners where I be on it
And you know it’s where the bodmon but I link up
Man I (?) tings up but it ain’t about that
It’s about you and nothing else cause I’m about that
You ain’t just pop out the sky, had to scout that
Just a few reasons why you should never doubt that

[Outro]
Fargo, and it’s no one better
Used to show up in your house in that shogun leather
Used to push a Honda Accord in the 01 weather
Now me and you and that Wraith feel so much better, don’t it?
We came up together
It’s only right we Rolls Royce the lane up together
It’s only right we VVS the chain cuts together
And promise me you gon’ give me that same love forever
I swear I ain’t tryna play musical chairs
I ain’t here judging, I’m tryna come through in the clear
Fuck you, put two in the air
Fingers all through in your hair, tell me you love it
End of the day I’m just a TO nigga
I’m just tryna do better for ya
Tryna be the best so there ain’t nothing better for ya
Know how I feel, Fargo

Tory Lanez – Look No Further Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, woah
One more time, one time, one time
Yeah, for real look, look

[Verse 1]
You gotta know I want you
I’m tryna be better than
Nigga making cars, this (?) my letterman
Jacket, I pack it up on this motherfucking avenue
You know what I had to do
Was selling a pack or two
The money was all there, wasn’t a fortune
Tenets talking eviction, she stepping all on our doorstep
So I hit the corner, hustling out for Jordans
You up on my trap phone talking these abortions
Baby you know that all of this shit is for you
Baby I hit that broad up for us
Though I be bummy and scummy
Through wires and fire you know I be on it for us
Shawty I when I’m in that there
I’ma win that there
I wear a king’s struggle till I’m sitting in that chair, yeah
So just promise that you’ll never forget me
And when you see me you better accept me
Remember the crew on the glo up
Everything on the show up
Selling till the door up tryna get all the dough up
I can take you care better, we can fuck a floater
Came a long way from tryna hustle a four up
Picture you sitting up in that kitchen
You cooking doing the dishes
I’m in the room wearing dope up
Shit’s changed, I done came from the pain
So when you see me promise that you’ll do the same shawty
[Hook]
And when the things change you’ll still be the same
And when the things change you’ll still call my name
As a nigga shawty I’m (?)
You know things change, things change yeah

[Verse 2]
And I’m just tryna be better
With this nine in my sweater
I hit the avenue and grind for the cheddar
For that bread, for that beef, that lettuce I’m working
Even when it ain’t worth it I bring you that burger
Gotta know that we be flipping dope
The coppers is on corners watching so we getting ghost
But it’s you on top of my mind when I’m in the corner hustling
With all of my niggas you gotta know I got to hit the folks
But look you knew the vision, I got a hustle the dream
My niggas hustle and scheme
It’s tryna hustle something
And that’s adjustments it seems all of us from the bottom
So when we got it, got it, know it’s hustle over everything nigga
Old time nigga, old time nigga
Shawty fuck me like I’m your long time nigga
Make ’em all forget you, they got alzheimer’s nigga
And they say they want you, it’s a long lie nigga
If they don’t see you then they all blind niggas
I mean it’s either that or I’m a sharp eyed nigga
Cause I see you and I think baby we a duo
Selling (?) get our pockets fatter than a sumo
NWO, that’s the way we team up
You deserve an award then get your body link up
You ain’t scared to check me on corners where I be on it
And you know it’s where (?) but I link up
Man I (?) tings up but it ain’t about that
It’s about you and nothing else cause I’m about that
You ain’t just pop out the sky, had to scout that
Just a few reasons why you should never doubt that

[Outro]
Father and it’s no one better
Used to show up in your house in that shogun leather
Used to push a Honda Accord in the 01 weather
Now me and you and that Wraith feel so much better, don’t it?
We came up together
It’s only right we Rolls Royce the lane up together
It’s only right we VVS the chain cuts together
And promise me you gon’ give me that same love forever
I swear I ain’t tryna play musical chairs
I ain’t here judging, I’m tryna come through in the clear
Fuck you, put two in the air
Fingers all through in your hair, tell me you love it
End of the day I’m just a TO nigga
I’m just tryna do better for ya
Tryna be the best so there ain’t nothing better for ya
Know how I feel, fuck ’em

Dora & Dolly – Party With My Woes (Family Ties Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
That boy Cass

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

[Verse 1: Dolly]
Travellin’ around and fuckin’ blow
Bankroll so big it can’t even fold
Real life family’s all I know
Friends they here, they come and go
Mama told me I’m next to blow
God is to my heart for sure
Sittin’ back, watch my story unfold
Did that, wasn’t meant to fit in
Get that, I’m a self made twin
For some moves that I’m tryna make it happen
Kendra, that’s my only best friend
She with me wrong or right so I got her to the end
Meditate cause my mind’s steady fakin’
When the world on top and you got blessin’s
(?)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m a roll ’em like a bowlin’ pin
Knock it down, stand up tall, do it all again
Head hard move solid (?)
Watch (?)
Graduated so don’t test my mental skill
Here you go, I bought you a meal
Eat cause that’s the only deal you’ll seal
That’s all you see me as, as a bill
And y’all supposed to be my family, tryna keep it trill
And I’m for real

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

[Verse 2: Dora]
All I do is party with my woes every night
I ain’t fuckin’ with these hoes, no-no
It’s a lot of he say she say that
And I ain’t with the shit cause I gotta get that
I want mine on top, better get back
Bitch came with my nigga, I’ma hit that
I ain’t playin’ with no ho, I’m tryna get that
I got the money comin’ in (?) back
I ain’t goin’ back and forth, no this and that
And I heard you lil niggas were playin’ with lil racks
You need to stop that
Mean while I’m in the Vette coupe with the top back
Rolls Royce shit, I run the cockpit
I got a house in LA
You cannot come where I stay, no
I’m far away, ay
You got to be in my shoes
You know the roles
It’s YSL to the death of me
You know the rules, rules
Kissin’ baby girl
You gonna lose

[Hook: Dolly]
Rollin’ deep is how we roll
Money, cars, they come and go
Fuckin’ bitches I don’t know
Glisten now on (?) Rolex
Let’s get stoned
Fuck it let’s get stoned, alright
Diamonds filled with lots of gold
Ear rings look like (?)
Representin’ what I know
Up until the sun come up
Let’s go
Party with my woes, alright

Kodak Black – From The Ugly (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m from the ally corner where we do a nigga nasty
Everybody toting straps, everybody trapping
Jigga jumped up off the porch now he making it happen
This for all my young niggas up the road snapping
Big wheels, big bills, big automatics
All a nigga wanna do is ball like the mavericks
I could get a Rolls Royce if i keep snapping
Dope boys, wrap the slabs in the plastic

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
How you came up off of these DP-baggies?
How you get that jag I see you whipping out in traffic
That lil nigga so scrap call him lil scrappy
How you get more money than your damn daddy
Nigga how you fit that whole thing in your jacket
Me and Trapboy we be scheming we be carjacking
Looking for me, catch me creeping midnight with that ratchet
I just linked up with more wheezy in the back alley

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m from the ally corner where we do a nigga nasty
Everybody toting straps, everybody trapping
Jigga jumped up off the porch now he making it happen
This for all my young niggas up the road snapping
Big wheels, big bills, big automatics
All a nigga wanna do is ball like the mavericks
I could get a Rolls Royce if i keep snapping
Dope boys, wrap the slabs in the plastic

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
All this money I be making I can’t even stash it
And them niggas they be hating and they wanna have it
You gonna’ have to come and take it I won’t let you have it
Niggas try to come and take it ima’ let them have it
Grinding on my mommas porch with my brother mazny
Everybody around me ready and they about that action
Why you think they call me Kodak? ‘cuz i stay flashing
Why you think nobody like you ‘cuz you stay flagging
If i stay consistent with it I can buy an Aston
I got shotta booty up she giving me daffy
[?] fuckin with me, he makin me happy
I just bought a new strap, I’m ready to blast it
Everybody in here with me straight bop-whacking
I can make a millie in my reebok classics
I forgot to bring the poker but i brought the flathead
Bout to make the bands drop, straight pop magic

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m from the ally corner where we do a nigga nasty
Everybody toting straps, everybody trapping
Jigga jumped up off the porch now he making it happen
This for all my young niggas up the road snapping
Big wheels, big bills, big automatics
All a nigga wanna do is ball like the mavericks
I could get a Rolls Royce if i keep snapping
Dope boys, wrap the slabs in the plastic

Red Cafe – She A Bad One (Remix) (feat. Cardi B) letras

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Down girl from the city, she a bad one
Ass on G wagon, she with the action
Told me I was call her nasty, Miss Jackson
Everything designer, she with the fashion
Oh yeah, ooh, she ’bout her bankrolls
Slim, thick, ooh, I need a sample
She smart, not just a pretty face
Make it pop, earthquake, girl you my taste
Oh yeah, ooh, she a leather boss
Macaveli, ooh, I’m a outlaw
Most wanted, ooh, you want my hit list
Putting in work on fitness, I’m fucking with you
[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch
Looking bad, bitch alert cause he trashing the dirt
Facts ain’t get hurt, took trash in the Merc
Scratch what you heard, these hands fast and they work
So what’s popping trig?
Got a shiny Cartier every time I’m walking in
That’s that bad bitch alert, they know what time it is
Ass in bezerk, can’t get enough of it
I like commas, commas, commas
Put that ring, too much drama, drama, drama
And I put that on my mama, mama, mama
If the bitch try me, I’mma find her, find her, find her

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 3: E-40]
Lady boss, hella pretty
I bet that pussy slap, thick like she from Mississippi
Bitch hella bad, nipples poking out her shirt
They hella mad, they wanna find her cause they hurt
Jealous house, ball in they Griffin club
Your pantyhose, magazine, holster shows
Centrefolds, booty cheeks and stripper poles
Decimals, tricking niggas throw some more
Sophisticated, she a Delta
AKA say
Highly educated
Bad bitch alert, the gang celebrate it

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one

[Verse 4: Red Cafe]
In that ass department, that girl a heavyweight
What your dick load and she levitate
Shawty hop up on the pole and she demonstrate
I bet you never get some bands that’ll generate
Girl you got a whole lot
Sitting in them leggings, how you carry that around?
You bring it a whole lot
Bad bitch alert, she got a million dollar box
Gon’ keep your glass full, all the bitches swerve
I’mma need a Rolls Royce to handle the curves
Oh yeah, she a bad one, you got the boomerang
When they turn to stalkers, she on a newer thang

[Hook: Red Cafe]
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Bad bitch alert, bad bitch alert
Oh yeah, she a bad one
Oh yeah, she a bad one