Mistah F.a.b. – Another B*tch Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
Another bitch
Dolla $ign

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Pump rock, pump rock on that other shit
Blow pop, lollipop on that sucka shit
You a bop, you a bop gon’ and suck a dick
I gain a hoe, then lose a hoe, then go get me another bitch
I slide through the function, all the hoes choose me
I leave up out the function with about a two-piece
I can pull up something wishin’, I can pull up in a loopty
And I still get that coochie from them groupies, they use me
They love a nigga, hug a nigga
Run up and they rub a nigga
Tell me that they miss me and they always thinkin’ bout the nigga
Give me kisses, give me kisses
I’ve been a fly guy, so I’ve always had bitched
But now I’m gettin’ money, yeah I’m stackin’ up my riches
And I keep a couple bands in my britches
And I don’t f*ck with you niggas, don’t f*ck with you bitches
And I’m done f*cking with punk bitches

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch

Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch, yeah
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I’m different, I’m different
Two chains on, yeah bitch, I’m acting pimpin’ (Pimpin’)
Hate it for a hoe bitch that didn’t listen
Since you didn’t’ listen, now hoe, we business
Get up out my business
Hey, what is this?
Don’t tell me how to do something if you ain’t did shit
Pretty hoes got the most issues
Garmin, why you all outta, you bitch you
f*ck, shit, damn, I know you wish that I miss you
No, I don’t, I’m not f*cking with you
Tap out, tap out, yep I quit you
Sharp nigga, not a mark nigga
Icebox, where was the heart, nigga?
Tryna play me, hoe, you crazy
Gone out with my brother, then had his baby

[Pre-Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I got me a bad bitch, yeah
She don’t deserve a nigga
She finer than a motherf*cker, mane …
She be gettin’ on my nerve, nigga
I told her be cool, she act like she ain’t heard a nigga
What you tryna be cruel?
Damn, what you wanna hurt a nigga?

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch
I need another bitch
I need me another bitch
Aye, lil mama what it do?
I need me another bitch

[Outro: Mistah F.A.B. & Ty Dolla $ign]
I need me another bitch in my life
Dolla $ign
I need me another bitch, another bitch in my life
f*ck you, you punk ass bitch

Tish Hyman – What It Feels Like Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DeJ Loaf)

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
I’m from New York City so you know you better come, right
Tourin’ overseas, no sleep ’til sunrise
If that was your girl, then she wasn’t last night
Don’t be mad at me, nigga, that’s your life
Said she love my jewels, wanna know what it feel like
You got too many rules and she lookin’ for the free life
Drop top Rolls, she tryna catch a breeze like
She know I got the gold, she tryna catch a breeze like

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She know what it feels like
She know Dolla lay the pipe (aw yeah)
Baby got a past (so what?)
She got miles on that ass
Shawty been in mansions
Shawty been in foreigns
I just follow shawty
She told me you’re borin’
Hotel, hotel suite (hotel, hotel, hotel)
I’ma do the Louis supreme
Shoppin’ ’til we fall out (fall out)
We just f**k after we fall out, ooh yeah

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
Chanel bags, Givenchy
The back of the woods, watch you lean on me
Your nigga be purp’ed out
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout I no weed
I been with the same OG’s
Bust down, twin Rollies
Bust ya down, try to rob me
Whoa
Passport, get you stamped
Have you ever flown on a jet?
Baby, let me take you there
Pick a place, we go there
Eeny meeny minie moe
We spend it all ’cause there’s plenty more

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

Tish Hyman – Dreams Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Fabolous)

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
You say you love me, but you lyin’ and I don’t believe it
I said I don’t want a relationship, and that’s how I treat it
You gettin’ mad cause I don’t call you back
I be busy, on my grind, tryna get these stacks, I
Could never be feelin’ you that much, to give all this up
My money and my pocket is the only one I trust
What do you think? I’m tryna get this bank
I don’t got no time for no mothaf**kin’ games, I

[Pre-Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Love you, love you
Want my heart I
Love you, love you
Want my love, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road, I
Love you, love you
Want me there, I
Love you
Think that I don’t care, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout it, thinkin’ ’bout it all day
My mama told me music is a hobby
My ex-girlfriend gave up on me, I never gave up
I kept smokin’ weed every day, then I came up
Hundred to a Chevy, Chevy to a Bimmer
Bimmer to a Porsche, she ain’t mine, she yours
I just want the toppy, you can have her back now
I’m just spendin’ racks now, I’m just blowin’ cash now

[Chorus: Tish Hyman + Ty Dolla $ign]
Love you, love you
Want my heart I
Love you, love you
Want my love, I
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road, I
Love you, love you
Want me there, I
Love you
Think that I don’t care
Love you, love you
Want my all
But I’m runnin’ down this, runnin’ down this road

[Chorus: Tish Hyman +Ty Dolla $ign]
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream
Tishy, baby, tell ’em what we dreamin’, huh

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Dream so big, can’t get no sleep
Stack money machine, when it hit those beeps
Sounds shallow, but the shit’s so deep
It’s lonely at the top, don’t forget your peeps
Yeah, cause I ain’t rich if he ain’t rich
And she ain’t rich, then we ain’t rich
I hit the road and she ain’t bitch
Over ten in the game and he ain’t switch
I’m havin’ dreams about gettin’ this money
Havin’ nightmares of them gettin’ it from me
Wakin’ up to it, it’s time to go do it
It must be new hundreds if they say I blew it, let’s get it

The only one that I’m searchin’ for is one million
And after that I’m gon’ be searchin’ for two million
I want a threesome with the money (ding)
And I ain’t playin’, this ain’t funny

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
Cause I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream
With that same old dream
I’m on a mission with that same old dream
I’m out to get it with that same old dream
I’m gon’ be winnin’ with that same old dream

Mustard – Surface Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Ella Mai)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1: Ella Mai]
Chances, take them, don’t make me the one that got away
Promises, don’t break them, baby, two can play that game
I need to show you some’, show you some’, boy
So I can get to know you, get to know you, boy
So let me show you some’, show you some’, boy
I wanna get to know you

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
Yeah I’ma have you, runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
To get below, below, below, below the surface

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Truth is, right now
You the only one I want, bae, I’m focused (Woah)
Emotions, flowin’ (Flow), girl, you make it so hard to control it
Don’t matter day and night, I swear you’re always on my mind
You said it’s mine, never be nobody else’s
And keep them bitches out my face, you so selfish

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Surface)
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Girl, you got me)
Runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Ooh yeah)
To get below, below, below, below the surface (Get below)

[Verse 3: Ella Mai]
If you really wanna get my presents unwrapped
No sugarcoat, can’t be low, I need all facts
‘Cause baby, you gotta know where my head’s at
Oh, before I show you where my bed’s at, oh
Try, try, try, try, try
Don’t want no lie, lie, lie, lie, lies
Put in the time, time, time, time, time
‘Fore I X you out for crossin’ the line, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Ella Mai]
I know you got others callin’ your phone whenever you’re alone
But if it’s really me you want, you gotta cut ’em off

[Chorus: Ella Mai & Ty Dolla $ign]
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface
Yeah I’ma have you, runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
To get below, below, below, below the surface
If you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Surface)
I know you wanna get below, below, below, below the surface (Girl, you got me)
Runnin’ around, losin’ your mind, ooh yeah, ooh yeah (Ooh yeah)
To get below, below, below, below the surface (Get below)

Ty Dolla $ign – Hottest in the City Lyrics

Play this song

[Part I]

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin’ mane
(Yeah, oh no, oh my)
(Ohh)
Yeah, mane, Ty what’s good mane?
Onsight mane, when I see that bitch I’ma…

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Beat the pussy like I’m Joe Jackson (Yeah, ho)
Lick that pussy, stick that pussy, that’s the total package (Yeah, ho)
Pretty brown skin geeked, late for all her classes
‘Cause we wasted half a hour gettin’ head in traffic (Yeah, ho)
Made it rain on her, now that pussy extra splashin’ (Yeah, ho)
In that thang soakin’ wet, I forgot my jacket (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
720S Mclaren, my shit go the fastest (Woo)
Got a stain on my shirt from these Cookie ashes (Yeah, ho)
New Versace denim, bust ’em with the cherry ashes (Yeah, ho)
All she want is new Chanel and Celine glasses (Yeah, ho)
Anything she want, anything she want (I’m buyin’ it)
She want sushi, we fly out to Tokyo for lunch (For lunch?)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Who the hottest in the city? (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Hottest, now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Ain’t no nigga in this bitch did it like I did it (Now, who the hottest?)
Who the hottest in the city? (Yeah, ho)
Who the hottest in the city? (H-H-H-Hottest, yeah, ho)

[Part II]

[Intro: Project Pat]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis
North Memphis, North Memphis

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
SOSer, ain’t no panties under that dressa (Mmhmm)
Nipple rings pokin’ through the shirt, tats on her neck-a
Ass fat like a Mack truck, ready for a wrecka (Ayy)
Rich nigga dick betta, come with a checka

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
I might have to flex her, bust a Rollie on a bitch
Promised her a Tesla if she swallow all the kids
Hands on the dresser, she might let my dogs hit it
That pussy stay wetta when it’s on a raw dick

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
Called her ass lit, at the club on that peach Crown (Mmm)
Been a minute boo, ooh that pussy need a beat down (Mmm)
Ritz-Carlton hotel, them sheets need a skeet down (Skeet, skeet)
Ass wide, I got the gun, I had to hold the skreet down

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Juicy J]
Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real (Ooh)
Yeah she gon’ hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, hold it down, for real
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Bounce that booty, bounce that booty, bounce that booty for me
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho)
What you lookin’ at? (Yeah, ho, what you lookin’ at?)
Yeah, that ass fat, and that monkey fat (Bounce that), let me smack that (Yeah, ho), I had fun with that (Woo)
Onsight, onsight she know I need that (Bounce that)
Onsight, onsight, like where the weed at? (Yeah, ho)
Onsight, onsight, I cop it off the lot (Yeah, ho)
Screaming “Free 03” til’ they let him out (Yeah, ho)

Kanye West – Butterfly Energy (Song 4) lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih)

[NOT FULL]

[Chorus]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have it [?]
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They say, [?], you on, I said “how, Sway?”
I said slavery a choice, they say “how, Ye?”
Just imagine if they caught me on a wild day
Now I’m on fifty blogs gettin’ fifty calls
My wife callin’, screamin’, said we ’bout to lose it all
Had to calm her down ’cause she couldn’t breath
Told her she could leave me now but she wouldn’t leave

And that sundress, ooh, ooh

And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Oh, don’t bring that up, that’s gon’ get me sentimental
You know I’m sensitive, I got a gentle mental
Every time something happened, they want me sentimental
We got an incident but I cover incidentals
You want me working on my messaging
When I’m thinkin like George Jesson but sounding like George Jefferson
Then they questioning my methods then
If you tweakin’ out my texts again then I don’t get reception here
I got the mind state to take us past the stratosphere
I use the same attitude that done got us here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
Plus, what was meant to be was meant to be
Even publicly I lack the empathy
I ain’t finna talk about it [?] for centuries
One add one is two but me and you, that’s infinity

[Chorus]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have it [?]
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
Man, I know you and [?]

[Outro: Kanye West]
For any guy that ever fucked up
Ever embarassed they girl
Ever embarassed they wife
She told you not to do that shit
She told you yous gon’ fuck the money up
But you didn’t wanna listen, did you?
Now you testing the lords
This what they mean when they say
“For better of for worse”, huh?
For every damn female that stuck with what they do
Through the best times, through the worst times
This for you

Zara Larsson – So Good lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Zara Larsson]
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
My love is more potent
Than anything in the cup that you’re holdin’
One little taste will have you open
Aye, I know you want some, you want some
Too strong, no limits
It’s not official, so take your time with it
It go straight to your head, control your mind with it
Aye, I know you want some, you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is…

[Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
My love ain’t runnin’ out
Got a endless supply, there’ll never be a drought
I put you to sleep, you’ll never leave the house
Aye, I know you want, know you want some

[Pre-Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You know I’m the only one that gets you higher
Gets you higher, babe (high, babe)
And you ain’t gotta worry ’cause you know I got it
Know I got it, babe (you be)

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional
My love, my love
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Dolla, Dolla $ign)
Yeah, girl, your love so good, girl
Got me comin’ back for seconds, what’s good, girl?
Got me clearin’ out my schedule, tryna link up
Girl, you know you ’bout to get that thang beat up
When I pull up, you know what I came for
Dolla lay the pipe, keep some dope D for you
Put your body straight to sleep
I got you wakin’ up thankin’ me

[Chorus: Zara Larsson & Ty Dolla $ign]
You be stuck on it ’cause my love so good
You got me stuck on that, your love so good
So you keep comin’ back to get some more
Got you in your feelin’s, all emotional (Oooh, yeah)
My love, my love (My love)
So good, so good, so good, so good (So good)
You know my love is (Yeah)
So good, so good, so good, so good
You know my love is

Zaytoven – What You Think lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Ty Dolla $ign – Stare (feat. Pharrell Williams & Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
911, I bust ’em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin’
New McLaren or DeLorean
Move around and go forward
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin’ a deal, uh
Just got through poppin’ the seal, ayy
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that’s somethin’ I can give
Dolla don’t want no mo’ kids, uh
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Dolla don’t want no mo’ friends
Dolla just want some more Ms, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Act’ in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin’ and shit

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Post-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I’m livin’
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your hoe
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
They got emotions through semen
Your thot is suckin’, you creamin’
‘Cause Dolla hittin’ it, gettin’ it
Get ya outta here, he hittin’ it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that’s all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That coke white and that’s Off-White
Guess the supermodels only fuck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act’ right
If I fuck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I’m not them, I’m that guy
Spaceships, I’m that high
Superfly, I’m that fly
So, understand why…pshh

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa & Ty Dolla $ign]
Keep goin’ through your phone
Keep stackin’ up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin’, let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
‘Bout the hoes, we don’t bite niggas
All the shit that I been through, I can’t even explain
Smokin’ O’s to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got variants
Too much luggage, I can’t carry it
Lot of money, I might marry it
We ain’t stayin’ at the Marriott
Presidential, that’s my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin’ weed soon as your man get up
She with me ’cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can’t say that I blame her (uh)
I’m puttin’ KK in the paper (yeah)
I’m coppin’ a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I’m takin’ them pics with my haters (wow)
Don’t need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don’t think I’m sweet ’cause I’m famous (no)
My niggas cockin’ and aimin’ (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Seein’ things isn’t a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare
Bein’ things you never imagined, the possibility’s up in the air
I know you ain’t just gon’ stare

Ty Dolla $ign – Drugs (feat. Wiz Khalifa) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh yeah
Right now sounds

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
You know we pop champagne and Rosé
Spilled that shit all on my Balmain
Yeah, jump in with the campaign, yeah
Popping Xans on aeroplanes
We all cruise through, we got red leather
Whip that wrist on your bitch and make her head better
She been having too much fun, she a bad weather
Save me with that [?] and look back at it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
(Young Khalifa, man)
Walkin’ straight into the club, been here with all of my thugs
I said I’m rollin’ up drugs, told her it is what it is and it was what it was
She leave with me just because, say she in need of some love
And if Khalifa the one, hit her so good that she don’t wanna leave in the mornin’
Got your own girl, yeah, I know you grown
You came here alone ’cause you don’t get along with your home girl
Diamonds, they all on me dancin’, I’m like just what is the chance
To pick you up sometime and show you that I am the man
I really don’t care for them bands, I’m spendin’ them, baby girl

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa]
I don’t know ’bout you but I got my own drugs, yeah, yeah (that’s kinda hard, bro)
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs (yeah, aw, c’mon Khalifa)
Hit you with that 2345 when I call back, woo
Hit you with that 23, roll a brown when you’re on your back
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs
Yeah, yeah, got my own
I don’t need no plug, I don’t need no plug
Got my own drugs, got my own drugs, yeah

Ty Dolla $ign – So Am I (feat. Damian Marley & Skrillex) lyrics

[Intro: Damian Marley]
I don’t know if this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I (yeah)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll make this sh all for you

[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you’re looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you’re looking for a real one

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
(Put it on her tongue, yeah)
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Damian Marley]
And if you’re searching for the truth, but you’re so smart that you obvious know a lie
Baby, so am I
You’re sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
Baby, so am I
And if you’re searching for somebody who is willing to stay more than overnight
Baby, so am I
And if you needing some support, instead of someone coming home to pick a fight
Baby, so am I

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Damian Marley]
So am I
(Yeah, owee)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Said you wasn’t comin’ over, but you’re happy that you came, yeah Said you wasn’t gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
Didn’t think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain’t you’re glad that you stayed, yeah

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I

[Drop: Skrillex & Ty Dolla $ign]
So am I
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Roots, roots
Too real to the roots
Roots, roots, roots
Too real to the roots

Ty Dolla $ign – Lil Favorite (feat. MadeinTYO) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Skrrt, skrrt, yeah
Sound, sound, sound

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, I can’t trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I fuck around, that’s why she keep ignorin’ me
You tyin’ up my line, but baby, that’s the old me
I’m dealin’ with a lot, this liquor keep on pouring
I beat a case, they tried to make me do the whole thing
So when you say you love me, girl, you gotta show me

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it, so I don’t end up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, said I fuck around, I swear that’s what she told me
All she wanna do is lay up and on me
Got a bag, then we blew it all together
Got a bag, then we ran up that Margiela
Put lil’ shawty in a pearl and diamond necklace
Got a Porsche and I dri-ive reckless (skrrt)

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’m done with chasin’ love, I’m fuckin’ with you only
I’m tryna make it so I’m down and up your homie

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’, wishin’ on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, Louis on her belt, never leave her by herself
Ooh, diamonds too damn cold, they’ll never melt (bling blaow)
Playin’ Speaker Knockerz on my lonely (skrrt skrrt)
She my lil’ favorite, that’s my homie (yuh)
Bands in my pocket, yeah you know I got it (yuh)
That’s my lil’ favorite bih, don’t stop it (ooh)
She be rockin’ Prada with Balenciaga (sauce)
Pull up in that foreign playin’ Lady Gaga (skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I’ve been stressin’, I’ve been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I’ve been flexin’ with you on my mind
You ain’t even gotta test it, girl, you know you’re my lil’ favorite
Lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Lil’ favorite, lil’, lil’, lil’, lil’, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

Ty Dolla $ign – In Your Phone (feat. Lauren Jauregui) lyrics

[Intro]
Hahaha
Dun De-e-e-e-al

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (wrong)
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone (phone)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone (oh)
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Tell me what you’re waiting for
You wanna jump in the ‘Rari
Show me your passport
I can be out in your past calls
You be all on my nerves
But your love is the best
But you already do more
But I want you to say less
Chic-chic boom, too many problems
You been doomed, too many wild thoughts
Yeah, sometimes you a challenge
I wanna even the score
I want madness

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lauren Jauregui]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do me wrong)

[Verse 2: Lauren Jauregui]
Tick tick on you, too many others
When I’m in the room, I feel the eyes on me
Got some nerve saying I’m the challenge
But I know, I know that you know, I’ve been damaged
You be honest, your love is the best
But I get so in my head when you keep shit to yourself
Why you always in your phone? Can’t you talk to me?
‘Cause I know that you need it more then I’m out this crib, I can’t ignore

[Chorus: Lauren Jauregui + Ty Dolla $ign]
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong

Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Sleep On Me (feat. Future & 24hrs) lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on (Please don’t sleep)
Stop sleepin’ on me
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Stop sleeping on (Stop sleepin’ on me)
Stop sleeping on
Stop sleep on me (Ooh-yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Please don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out (Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me
Don’t sleep on me
No, don’t let me find out
Don’t let me find out

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t let me find out
Don’t sleep on me
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Got my piece on me (Got my piece)
Cause you know I’m crazy (You know I’m crazy)
Crazy over you
Out my mind, ain’t no tellin’ what I’ll do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain’t switchin’ up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
I remember when you fucked me in the Beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only had two bucks
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did our own shit, fuck what everybody does
We was geekin’ off a molly at the festival
Now I’m in a booty club, throwing all the ones

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 2: Future]
I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some ooh juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebrating, no curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
G63 when you swerve through
Droppin’ points on you, ma
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jealous bitches be despised
What the fuck they from?
Who hide them?
Fuck the nigga, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No sleep gang
I’ll drop you off where I found you
Only pain we recognize is pills (pills)
Xans, xans got you dozin’ off
Manolos, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dozin’ off
Tennis bracelet, diamond chain, got you goin’ off

[Bridge: Future]
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we seen
We make love and not wise with the sneak

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
You can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Verse 3: 24hrs]
She play Twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, “Twenty, do you want to fuck my homie?”
All my bitches bad, and they ain’t got no stomach
Gucci jacket cost me fifty-four hundred
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I fuck with him
You work and I see you up next to him
Don’t sleep on me
That’s my only fear
She said, “Twenty, boy, this your year”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Don’t sleep on me (Don’t sleep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Don’t cheat)
Don’t let me find out (No, no, no, no, no, no)
Don’t sleep on me
Please don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
Don’t creep on me (Please don’t creep)
No, don’t let me find out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Can’t sip my lean if you gon’ go to sleep
Don’t you sip my lean, don’t you sleep on me
Don’t you sleep on me, Hermés all on me
Don’t you sleep on me, I pass you up in the big old V

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl, you know I’m crazy
Crazy for you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do
You know I’m crazy
Crazy over you
Out my mind
Ain’t no telling what I’ll do

DJ Mustard – Why’d You Call? (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & iLoveMakkonnen) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off playing, lies you were saying
Started off laughing, then I start to believe
Said you were stayin’ but you were lying
You’re thinking bout leaving, walking out on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
You be actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Started off at backstage, ended up at the hotel
Started off fucking now like oh well
You said that’s my pussy, said that’s your dick
You’ve been thinking ’bout cheating, creeping on me
Like all I’ve done, it wasn’t for fun
Now you not here, my heart still bleeds
Now you actin’ so brand new
Seeing someone else and it just ain’t you
Can you tell me why?

[Hook: ILoveMakonnen]
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call? If you got other numbers to dial
Why’d you call? If you’ve been seeing someone else
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call Just to play with my heart?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?
Why’d you call?

Dice SoHo – SSP (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Desiigner) lyrics

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 1: Dice SoHo]
Ayy, walk on the court smellin’ like gelato
Bust down Rollie and I’m [?]
Ice in my face ’cause I know it’s my time
Cut the bitch off, she got outta line
New bitch ass soft as a cushion
Hoochies call me like, “We gotta keep pushin’”
They tryna get time in the feds
Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey)
Remember school days with Brody and Lex
I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick
I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy
Now hand that’s puttin’ hand on the ground
Mama trippin’, thought it wasn’t gon’ work
My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt
Fuck it, I ain’t trippin’, she could be worse
Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt
I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah)
Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin’ with me ’cause of hoes
Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
That’s how I [?] perform, uh
I like to hold the chrome, yeah
I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh
I like it home alone, uh
I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin’ on the block
And they trappin’ at home, uh
First she had next, now break up, yeah
Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah
Face look pretty with no make up, yeah
I look good, I stay up, yeah
I count cash, no pay cut, yeah
I cook crack, I bake up, yeah
I took my service gone, uh
I got a mobile phone, uh
I’m trappin’ home alone, uh
Nigga, I got a chrome

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

[Bridge: Dice SoHo]
Woah, get the dough is all I know
So, yeah, ’cause they gon’ hate regardless
No love for these bitches, I’m heartless
Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone
Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp’
Pop a perc’, left her, savage gone
Now we on, she was different back when we was home
Keep it goin’, feds tappin’ on my mobile phone

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

Ty Dolla Sign – Pineapple lyrics

[Intro]
Cash Money AP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her sh*t together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good n*gger, from how you walk
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet
Pineapple sweet, we geeked
Fuckin’ up racks, wanna put Chanel on her feet
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded
The double cup muddy
All of a sudden
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents, ball player like the Hornets

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

Ty Dolla $ign – Pineapple (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
CashMoneyAP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her shit together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet (yeah)
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
All of a sudden
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

Zaytoven, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih – What You Think (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Zaytoven – What You Think (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ Da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fuck with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

DJ Mustard & Rjmrla – Is It Mine (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
Games
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Let me know what’s on your mind
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it?

[Verse 1: RJmrLA]
Hit me when you choose up
Hit when you high or when you sober
Maybe we can both nut
And if we do this one time, it’s for both of us
Baby, do you hear? Don’t believe, I’m your friend, not an enemy
Chin to your knees, got you pimped off your pedigree
[?] SOP, every sin ain’t a felony
Spend how we shoppin’ how we spend once
I don’t wanna waste no time, when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Babe, let me know what’s on your mind, we can both save time
If you keep it 100, no chain gang bang
I been pullin’ on your hair, yeah
I know you feel it when your eyes rollin’ back, throw it back
I been drillin’ everywhere, yeah
And then you wonder where we go, go next, on set, on the set

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time

[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
You say this pussy for me
I gotta see if it’s true
Oh, dive in it
See if anybody else got in it, I’m in it
Ooh, leave this position to me
We switch positions for you
Baby, let me show you what I’m blessed with
Beat it up until you get the message
Cleanin’ up the messes
I like when you scream out who the bestest
I ain’t tryna press it
I just make investments
Started off at home, happy I dressed it
Still a YG but baby, listen, I’m a veteran
Waste no time when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Just let me know what’s on your mind ’cause you been on mine
All day, I have you dreamin’ ’bout sex
Safe sex, latex, ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?
Is it mine? Huh, whose is it? Whose is it? (Whose is it? Whose is it?)

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & RJmrLA]
Is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy?
Look, is it mine in the morning?
Is it mine when I want it?
Is it mine when you need me?
Is it mine when you greedy? (Is it mine ’cause I need it)

Pitbull – Better On Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Pitbull]
You have to have vision to understand love is blind, talk to ’em Ty

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 1]
Got a room with a mirror on the roof

And I could bet the bank and almost guarantee
That you will always look better on me
I handle my business in the boardroom and the bedroom
My name ain’t max but I always got headroom
G-g- get it, g-g- g-g- get it
Went from selling perico and reefer

I shut down Spain
And I ain’t even have to take a pill in Ibiza
I’m a beast bro
I love when you put on them sexy one piece outfits
With the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror
And see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
I’m allergic to the fake and these negative crabs
So get from me with your negative ass
I live for the future, you live in the past
Found somebody else, I hope that it lasts
But you know that I know that we know that you’ll be thinking bout me
But you know that I know that we know that you look, that you look better on me
I ain’t here to sell ya, I’m here to tell ya, all I’ve ever done is learn from my failures
So god bless mami, cause God knows I wish you the best mami, that’s right
I love when you put on that sexy one piece outfit with the hole in the middle
Now take a look in the mirror and see you always look better on me

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s been a while and you found somebody else
They say you really doing good for yourself
But I know you out there feeling so lonely
As far as my eyes can see
Don’t need no proof or no validation
You leave no wound on you second to none
You said you over me but you looking lonely
So as far as my eyes can see, you look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
You look better on me
Aw aw aw, aw aw aw, aw aw aw
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Better on me
Better on me
Better on me
You look better on me
Better on me
Better on me
As far as my eyes can see, you look better on me

Ty Dolla $ign – Side Effects

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

[Bridge]
No preparing for how you do it
Couldn’t get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain’t been right since you took it
Yeah, my world’s been upside down, it’s almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don’t wanna eat
Yeah, You come around and I-I don’t wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me ’bout the side effects, side effects, you did

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain’t nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (Side, side effects, nno)
Safe from the side effects, no

Wiz Khalifa – Something New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro]
One, two, three, four, one

[Verse 1]
I got too many people I got left to prove wrong
All those motherfuckers been too mean for too long
And I’m so sick of crying, yeah
Darling, what’s it for?
I could fight forever, oh, but life’s too short

[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Verse 2]
Been underestimated my entire life
I know people gonna talk shit, and darling, that’s fine
But they won’t break my spirit, I won’t let ’em win
I’ll just keep on living, keep on living, oh
The way I wanna live

[Chorus]
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down
Don’t let the bastards get you down, oh no
Don’t let the assholes wear you out
Don’t let the mean girls take the crown
Don’t let the scumbags screw you ’round
Don’t let the bastards take you down

[Bridge]
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey
Na na na, la da da da da da, na na hey, na na hey

[Outro]
So was that a good one?
Should we go again?

Ashanti – Say Less (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DJ Mustard)

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
This is your body
Ain’t no way I could hide it
I wanna be your top supplier
Cause I’ll provide this all to you

[Verse 1: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
To you, to you, to you, to you
Cause I’ll provide this all
Pull up to the party, party (yeah yeah)
Jewels all on my body, my body
Your chick on my body, body
They can’t tell me nothing, no

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)
This is your body
Ain’t no way I could hide it
I wanna be your top supplier
Cause I’ll provide this all to you

[Verse 2: Ashanti]
The only kind of love you’ll ever need, baby
I’m the one you better know when you see it, baby
Tell Ashanti got you weak in the knees, babe
And you gon’ hit the homies next weekend
Cause Imma put that good on you
Like a woman should on you
That new engine that could on you
(Make that thing go, chugga chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga)

[Bridge: Ashanti]
I will give you everything you need, babe
Everything you say
And you can have everything on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything on me, yeah
Mustard on the beat

[Pre-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Pull up to the party (party)
Jewels all on my body (my body)
Your chick on my body (body)
They can’t tell me nothing, no
Like stop it, them bitches over there not poppin’
Ay, we gonna order more bottles
And they can’t tell me nothing, no (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ashanti]
Like get in my face, say less (say less)
If it ain’t about the money, say less (say less)
If he ain’t from the clique, say less
Bitch, say less

[Post-Chorus: Ashanti & Ty Dolla $ign, Both]
Got my woes with me (with me)
Young nigga got the pool with me (on me)
Make it rain, got a budget on me (on me)
Blow a check, got bands on me (yeah)
Say, fuck you mean? (Oh yeah)

Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG) (On Jimmy Kimmel Live)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

Joe Moses – On My Bumper (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been feelin’, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you was in your feelin’, she wanna be winnin’
And you discovered too many problems, it’s too many hotties
For me to sit for too many hours, it’s no logic
Back then they didn’t want me, now they be stressed out
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
Petty, got my eye on it like Fetty
The same woman dissed me, the same ones who ready
The same ones curved me, the same ones be textin’
But now I’m just flexin’, Ty I’m just flexin’ for real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 2: Ty]
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
Peep the [?] in my new Rolly
Back it up, fuck it up, you the one
You know I run it up on my baby
Damn damn damn
You look better than you do on the ‘gram
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
Got me like down down down
You know I like it when you do with no hands
Back it up on me like whoa
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
Because you know

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been living, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you get out your feelin’, maybe I consider
My ex woman was bitter, take a shot to the liver
The same ones be laughin’ now cry me a river
The same ones was frontin’ now blowin’ my cellie
She never made the mistake to wifin’ up a headache
Shoe never made the mistake of sleeping with no jacket
And calling you out your name but sure callin’ you rachet
Intrigued but not flattered, who’s callin’, it don’t matter
Paragraphs on the ‘gram, you mad, you gotta add her
I laugh, the grass ain’t greener between her
Girl we done, it was just a little fun
So now you wanna make up rumors and hit the shade room
The same one telling you leave, she in the living room
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
And that’s real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Outro: Joe Moses]
We got another one
We got another one

Chris Brown – Only 4 Me (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds)

[Intro: Verse Simmonds]
You know what time it is
Legendary
And I brought some of my friends with me
Like they here, here go, huh

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight

[Verse 1: Verse Simmonds]
Told her, you ain’t gotta tell no lies, girl, you ain’t gotta tell no lies
I don’t wanna be the one who judge you, baby, it’s your life
I ain’t gon’ gas you up, girl but that ass on fire
And I know you got a man, but fuck that nigga nine (uh-huh)
All these niggas tryna holla
I’m ain’t tryna waste your time, tryna bother
I just wanna come through, do you got friends?
I ain’t tryna press you, do you got plans?
Room 112 at the Four Seasons
Left the key downstairs, get it on your way in
She said, "I ain’t got no panties on"
And you gon’ leave with no panties on

[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds & Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Chorus: Chris Brown & (Ty Dolla $ign)]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (me yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
You smell that girl perfume on my pillow
I said, "Don’t worry ’bout it", ain’t got nothing to do with us
I knew as soon I hit it more than once
I gave you the wrong impression, still haven’t learnt my lesson
That love is good as a motherfucker, girl
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, I got you sprung and I’m up, aw yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Verse Simmonds]
And that night I’m going through the same thing
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (let’s switch ’em up)
I switch ’em up, just like a million, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds]
Faces in my pillow case (all of these faces)
Mascara on my sheets, sheets (oh, oh, ooh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh (just me, me, me, oh, woah, yeah, yeah)
Tonight, only for me, me, me (all me, all mine, tonight your mine, yeah, yeah, girl)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
You see my phone ringing when I’m asleep
You know it’s them other girls, I come around you all the time
And you can’t believe that it’s your best friend
And you say, "How could you cheat with them hoes?" Woah
I should have been, told her, I had a couple of her friends over
We started drinking, I wish I would have stayed sober
We started dancing, they started fooling
Straight to the bed, then we started fucking, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Verse Simmonds, Ty Dolla $ign]
And that night I’m going through the same thing (same thing)
She know I ain’t looking for a main thing (ooh, oh, oh)
And she gon’ do whatever for a real one (real one)
I switch ’em up, just like a million (yeah, hey, oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case (yeah)
Mascara on my sheets (oh, oh)
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh (oh, girl)
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me (only for me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (only for me)
Tonight, tonight

[Bridge: Verse Simmonds]
Yeah, only for me
Verse, for me, Ty, for me, Breezy
Hey, only for me
This goes out to all the girls, for me, hey, yeah
She gon’ drop that ass only for me (woo)
She gon’ pop that pussy only for me (woo)
Yeah, yeah, dance, dance, dance do it only for me, do it (do it)
Dance, dance, dance do it only for me, huh (do it)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Faces in my pillow case
Mascara on my sheets
She shake it for the money
She shake it like a freak, oh
Only for me, me, me, oh
Tonight, only for me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Tonight, tonight