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Drakeo The Ruler – They Don’t Know You Lyrics (feat. Ralfy The Plug)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Benjamin Franklin, them ain’t none of your friends
It’s money calling, bitch go and make you some new friends
It’s diamonds on my neck, they hit the light, they do the dance
Don’t run up on me, boy that Glock forty do not jam
Benjamin, Jackson, or Grant don’t even know you
Niggas love to rap ’cause they can boost ’bout shit on Pro Tools
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Nigga they don’t even know you
All that flexing on Pro Tools
Bitch you know it’s the motive
Bitch I’m holding a hundred
F&N what I’m holding
I done paid off my offer
Flu flamm with a stocking
With my jewels in the moshpit
Pippi Longstocking damn, all of my friends are dead
Benjamin Franklin, I’m tryna beat the feds
Lil bitch I don’t f**k for free, but you can give me head
Big Banc Uchies in my hand, you want me cut the check
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
A five in a twenty ounce mud, gotta say I love codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
I keep an acronym, better watch who you approaching
Damn why you do ’em so cold, shit I think it was the codeine
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know you
[Outro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Talkin’ about all this money and all that nigga
Let me see some nigga, like nigga
What you talkin’ ’bout nigga I said like
Benjamin Franklin, nigga they don’t even know
They don’t know you nigga, like, like like
Like it on some Javar shit, like all, all on a jewelry like
All these f**king diamonds, I’m like
And they like like, where your ex? Tell them like, that nigga said
What that nigga say? oh, okay, okay
Benjamin Franklin, them ain’t none of your friends, bomb

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Young Dolph – Eddie Cane Lyrics


(Verse 1)
I got no love for a hater, no respect for a buster
My lil b*tch she a dime, that’s one lil bad motherf**ker
Always been hungry, even after the meetings
Did a lot of shit when I was young, I hope god forgive me
Took a lot of chances, hurt a lot of feelings
Dodged a lot of cases
Bad b*tch didn’t want shit from me but penetration
Chasing a hundred M’s but I’m starting to get impatient
Benjamin Franklin my favorite
I stay fly in the latest, yeah yeah
These millions getting contagious
Half a million dollar coupe look just like a spaceship
When she with me all we do is go shopping and take trips

(Chorus)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)

(Verse 2)
Whole lot of drugs, whole lot of b*tches
I’m a rockstar, f**kin’ popstars
Everybody run when you see that squad car
Soon as they leave everybody right back on the block
F**k 12
The neighborhood hot but they still catching sales
Every time I perform I feel like I’m Eddie Cane
B*tches screamin’ loud, throwin’ they panties on the stage
I got water ’round my neck and on my wrist
You got diamonds but they ain’t hittin’ like this
I roll up a blunt when I get tired of my b*tch
Big old diamond rings, it come with the fame

(Chorus)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)

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Young Dolph – Eddie Cane

[Verse 1]
I got no love for a hater, no respect for a buster
My lil bitch she a dime, that’s one lil bad motherfucker
Always been hungry, even after the meetings
Did a lot of shit when I was young, I hope god forgive me
Took a lot of chances, hurt a lot of feelings
Dodged a lot of cases
Bad bitch didn’t want shit from me but penetration
Chasing a hundred M’s but I’m starting to get impatient
Benjamin Franklin my favorite
I stay fly in the latest, yeah yeah
These millions getting contagious
Half a million dollar coupe look just like a spaceship
When she with me all we do is go shopping and take trips

[Chorus]
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)

[Verse 2]
Whole lot of drugs, whole lot of bitches
I’m a rockstar, fuckin’ popstars
Everybody run when you see that squad car
Soon as they leave everybody right back on the block
Fuck 12
The neighborhood hot but they still catching sales
Every time I perform I feel like I’m Eddie Cane
Bitches screamin’ loud, throwin’ they panties on the stage
I got water ’round my neck and on my wrist
You got diamonds but they ain’t hittin’ like this
I roll up a blunt when I get tired of my bitch
Big old diamond rings, it come with the fame

[Chorus]
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane, Eddie Cane (yeah yeah)
Gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang), gang (gang)

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Shah – Pay Day lyrics

Intro:
Open up the register
This is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day

Verse 1:
All I wanna do is see the profits
Jesus, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
Boy I got that gatorskin graveyard wallet
Full of dead presidents, peace be upon em

Shout out my girls that want the D but not no DNA with it
Momma said I’m sexist prolly true, I admit it
But look around who isn’t, this ain’t right, is it?
Y’all been gettin less dollars per hour for a minute

Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
Money all over the mattress, got money all over the atlas
It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

So y’all can pray, I go get it
Y’all go prey, I go predator
I brought body bags for the dead presidents
Now baby open up the register

Hook:
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register

Verse 2:
I just wanna see the profits,
Moses, Benjamin Franklin, Mohammed
Rakin’ in that money, Ronald rakin in the dollars
Made off with their money, Bernie Madoff’ing their dollars
I just bought a crib in the East Village
Empty walls, need some art to put up in it
Walls are full dog, I went passed the limit
Now I all I needs another fucking crib… are you kidding?

Money over bad bitches, money over actresses
Money over strippers, pick it up pay for class with it
Money all over the mattress, money all over the atlas
It’s blasphemous, we put money over happiness

So y’all can pray, I go get it
Y’all go prey, I go predator
I brought body bags for the dead presidents
Now baby open up the register

Hook:
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day, pay day, pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
This is pay day
Baby this is pay day
Baby this is pay day
Open up the register
Baby this is pay day
Baby this is pay day