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Future – Undefeated Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
[Verse 1: Future]
Two loaded guns, I got double the shells
Count all the blue when I’m in the Chanel
Choppa in the Coupe and I move like a snail
You could smell all type of Kush in the air
Supply and demand and you movin’ them bells
You keepin’ that paper, it’s hot on your trail
Shootin’ the laser, yeah
Fresh in the blazer, yeah
Wrist like a glacier, yeah
Sharp as a razor, yeah
Big as a mayor, yeah
Hook her and slay her, yeah
Trust me, the player, yeah
I do not eat her, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah
It’s therapeutic, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
[Verse 2: Future]
Low as the vibes, they meet at the dock
Hand on that fire when I whip in that block
Family gon’ die when it come to the boss
Spray with the five when you hear the exhaust
Count so much money, it got me exhausted
I was in the dungeon before takin’ off
Stay in the streets and I’m breakin’ the law
Hang on that corner and they sendin’ that boy
You come with them dollars, you come for the boy
Came with the style, this drip isn’t a sport
[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
I got that bougie chick totin’ a pole
I grant that wish like a Cosmo
Bentley truck, not a Tahoe
Bashout, a thousand or more
Headshot, put the cash on you, fool
Gucci socks, Chanel, too
Big slime, bringin’ all the hoes
Yeah, baby, I’m thuggin’, I don’t know about you
Yeah, John Wick, shooter, yeah they killin’, ooh
Yes, I’m a big deal, pocket full of blues
‘Leven hunnid for the pant, ‘leven for the shoes
Christian Dior, Cuban link, Honolulu
You are not with it
These niggas tellin’
I seen it on television
Yeah, I send ’em some racks
He gon’ wrap it and mail it
Yeah, I sent the ho home
She was actin’ too petty
[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
[Verse 4: Future]
When she a pool, slip out the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Gimme the tool
If you gon’ snooze, then we gon’ lose
Shoot at the fool, then Whinnie the Pooh
Put it on cruise, makin’ her drool
Makin’ the news, makin’ the news
Scratchin’ her mouth, makin’ the news
[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
[Outro: Future]
I’m undefeated, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah

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Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

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Scarlxrd – Heart Attack lyrics

[Intro: Julie, David & Scarlxrd]
David, I love you. I fucking love you. I fucking love you, fuck
Hey, woah, woah, woah. Don’t do this, don’t do this
You fucked me four times the other night, David. You’ve been inside me
Julie
I swallowed your cum, that means something
Slow down, hey
Four times, it means something, David, four times
Stop the car
For 24 hours a day, Dave, I live with this aching possibility that you might call me to do something
Let’s go to your house and we’ll talk this out, I want to see where you (Hey, hmm, yeah, Scarlxrd)
Fuck (Aye, haha)
I want you to stop the car (Ouu)
Break

[Verse 1]
Full force heart attack
Five point punch, don’t hold me back
We see through you like it’s glass
All you niggas fucking trash
You’re not that savage or ruthless, no (Fuck)
Quiver with fear when you step to the GOAT
They gon’ force me to lose my control
Niggas ain’t ready to walk down that road, what? (Fuck)
Fuck this whole scene, man, we taking shit over
I’ve been doing business, I’ve been with the olders
It’s too late for niggas, the deadline is closer
The world has been mine, don’t you see I’m the owner, yah (Fuck)
We are that ultra light-beam, yah
We ’bout that money and cream, yah
I fuck your bitch to my beats, yah
I like the way that she screams
Little nigga doing bits, dropping tracks for the hell of it
Never been indefinite, I’m the master of the evidence
Run up on a nigga, I turn to John Wick, I’m a nemesis
Pull up on the trigger and do the venomous negative (Die)
I’m so down and aggressive
I run around with the weapon
I’m tripping out on the drugs
I’m ’bout to break me a record
I’ll knock your teeth like a dentist
I broke her heart, don’t regret it
I’m like Dennis the Menace
Oh my-my-my flow is stupendous (Fuck)

[Bridge]
Japanese ad-libs
Die
Japanese ad-libs
Aye, Scarlxrd, yeah, haha, where’s the coffee?
We lit, die
Japanese ad-libs (Ready?)
Aye, aye, hey, hey, die, aye, yeah, Scarlxrd, blegh

[Verse 2]
Keep my fucking name out your mouth, you don’t know me (Fuck)
You just hear the shit out my mouth, listen closely
Everything I spit is hot shit and unholy
Pussy-niggas never seen a clip, they’re so phoney
I fucking hate this place
I see hell inside your face
That shit fills me up with rage (Die)
Passing points we shouldn’t break
Scarlxrd’s really ’bout to change (Die)
From that railcard to the range (Fuck)
On some upgrade life exchange (Die)
I break down and recreate

[Outro]
Break
This could be interesting, watch me
Fuck, break
Uh, yeah, aye, hey

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Kap G – Marvelous Day (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

[Intro: Gunna & Kap G]
Came a long way (oh)
Pull out that Wraith
Niggas gon’ hate
Marvelous day
Gunna with me, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 1: Kap G]
You say you a shooter, you ain’t
I ride around with that thing
John Wick with that aim
I’m drinkin’ drank for the pain
I’m with Gunna and he rollin’
Uzi got on Rick Owens
All this gas like I growed it
She on the poll like we voted
I just see Cannon pull up in that panamera
Got sauce like marinara
Bitch, I’m Kap G, dinero
Uh, all that Gucci apparel (Kap G)
All that Louis apparel (Kap G)
Free J, no free Gerald
Yeah, they ain’t never tell, though

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert]
Let her drip in Chanel and Balmain
They keep sayin’ I’m ahead of the game
My auntie like the smell of cocaine
I’ma pray, she get better with age
Hear the gun when I walk on the stage
Had to walk out and wait for a chain
‘Bout to put some more ice on the ring
I’ma fuck her and love her with rage
I’ma love her and fuck her with rage
Hit it once and pull off in a Range
Hit it once so I don’t know your name
Put me all in my chain like a stain
Crib got unlimited space
Backyard, it look like vacay
Hundred fifty ’round me dying today
Now she gon’ do what I say
Lil Uzi gon’ make it rain
Gunna, he gon’ make it rain, yeah
Kap, he pull up in a tank, yeah
Movin’ that bitch like a Brinks
My new lil bitch, yeah, she Cuban
Give me that neck, we gon’ link
YSL, that be the team
All the way ’til I’m gray

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 3: Gunna & Kap G]
Gotta keep me a pint and stay sane
I’ma drip all the way to the bank
Thought I told you, that some of them lame
Yeah that, Kap G, my nigga, my mane
See done turned up a whole ‘nother lane
We gon’ count us a check, ease the pain
I said Kap we can’t play no more games
We gon’ chop down your block with the gang
I used to have to ride a train
Spent twenty on a chain
Pussy boy, why you hatin’?
I ain’t never been a lame
I used to listen to Wayne (Young Money)
You think I ain’t peepin’ your game
I know you peepin’ my flavor
They wanna be in my place

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

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Wat chu gone do – Youngboy Never Broke Again lyrics

Lyrics Youngboy Never Broke Again – Wat chu gone do

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck. (x2)
(wat chu gone do)

I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
Tell me what the f*ck you thinkin’ lil nigga
Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
No hesitation we handle the business
Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these b*tches
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Tell me what are you gon’ do versuri-lyrics.info
Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga.

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? (Wat chu gone do?)
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck. (x2)

Chasin’ a check got the d*ck on the tec
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Rollie that day with the ..
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do?
Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
When I up and dump lil b*tch what chu gon’ do?
Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
LONGWAY b*tch.

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deckkk. (x2)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Wat Chu Gone Do (feat. Peewee Longway)

[Intro]
Woahhh
Yea
Praa!!
Prrr!!

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
Tell me what the fuck you thinkin’ lil nigga
Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
No hesitation we handle the business
Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these bitches
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Tell me what are you gon’ do?
Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? (What chu gon’ do?)
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Chasin’ a check got the dick on the tec
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Rollie that day with the [?]
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do?
Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
When I up and dump lil bitch what chu gon’ do?
Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
LONGWAY BITCH

[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect?
What are you gon’ do for that check?
What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?
What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex?
Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

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DJ Khaled – Billy Ocean (feat. Fat Joe & Raekwon) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
I got my car back, I’m John Wick
The sky blue tint come equipped with the convicts
The don’s slick, some Billys we gon’ get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (Crack get ’em, uh)
Talkin’ sports trades with Pecas
While sides cheat on their husbands, those be the best vibes
Satin grain on the hood of the car
Switch lanes, yeah I used to flood the hood with them jars
You can get a taste for a flat out key
‘Cause now-a-days I’m Klay, see my spot up 3
Draped in Hermes scarves, crusing the Riviera
More solid than gold bars, the Billy era

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Hermes sweatsuits and S-Coupes
Fly around, NBA money in jets too
Back of the bag’s all crunched out, we vexed too
Should’ve been Billys in ’92, line who? The shine’s new
Yeah it’s sorta like a mafia movie
Sit back, Rocky and Groovie with the ‘9-2
Silk pieces in Velez’s sneakers
A duffle bag with handcuffs on it, we creatures
Ayo, runnin’ every strip club, lit love
Yeah we sit around and just drip bub’, the homies get piff love
To all the realest ones and rich thugs
One, my hundred niggas, Billy, we gun on niggas

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
From the mud to the marble floors, minks galore
Hustlin’ on the corners, now we own the stores
Fuck a million dollars, boy, I need a billi’ for sure
Ch-ch-ch-cheer tuckin’ Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean
More Billy’s, more problems
We got too many ways to solve ’em
My life is like a movie that made the Oscars
Turned a key into a billion dollars, Billy Ocean, Billy Ocean