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MoneyBagg Yo – Nonchalant

[Hook]
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin’ on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
I’m the freshest in the joint
I give her the dick then I’m out of there
She like you ain’t shit boy you ought to care
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ let me fuck whenever
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ do whatever I tell her
I’m like mhm whatever
Time is money, ask the bezel

[Verse 1]
Mhm, whatever
Bout my money, gettin’ fella
Bout the cheese like Chester
Dropped a backend on a bezel
Know ‘em with the three letters
CMG on the charm
Bread gang in my pocket
Groupie hoes in the lobby
After we fuck then get up
I’m nonchalant when I nut
I be like go’n bitch, leave
She like you wrong and stuff
She like you ought to care but I can’t
Show her so much money, make her faint
Jewelry like water dripping in the sink
Pull up in a big body like a tank
Balmain cashmere coat
Seventeen-hundred the price
Move around the city catching bombs
Old school Jerry Rice
I might pull up and serve you everything
Then I roll like some dice
Got to be in the air, onto the next site
Louis luggage on the flight

[Hook]
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin’ on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
I’m the freshest in the joint
I give her the dick then I’m out of there
She like you ain’t shit boy you ought to care
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ let me fuck whenever
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ do whatever I tell her
I’m like mhm whatever
Time is money, ask the bezel

[Verse 2]
All this money got me nonchalant
Roll me up a three five blunt
Throw my neck back, pop a pill
Sixteen O’s, let’s crack a seal
I get it in then get it gone today
Found my feature, pull up then drive away
If it ain’t ‘bout money when we conversate
I be like umm whatever, I’m straight
Side bitch head ain’t ‘bout shit
So I hit up bae and let her do it
She gon’ put her neck into it
Spend some, she gon’ make a nigga do it
I’m in my lane doin’ me
They tryna block my shine, Patrick Ewing
Only thing on my mind is eating
So I’m selling dope while I’m touring
Hearing rumors ‘bout robbing me
I ain’t goin’ for it and you know it
I keep that thang on me
You gon’ hug god if I blow it
Money coming out my pores
Ran it up from the soil
When I come down off that oil
I be nonchalant on you whores

[Hook]
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin’ on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
I’m the freshest in the joint
I give her the dick then I’m out of there
She like you ain’t shit boy you ought to care
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ let me fuck whenever
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ do whatever I tell her
I’m like mhm whatever
Time is money, ask the bezel

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G-EAZY – The Plan lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this sh*t cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s sh*t you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t f*ck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I’m superman (ayy)
YSL on me, god damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean business
But I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This sh*t fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years this sh*t has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like “The f*ck you been doing?” (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like “who let you in?”
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This sh*t blap
She did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and sh*t
Ain’t gotta hide this sh*t
This sh*t’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this sh*t
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this sh*t (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South Beach
This is sh*t that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far
Don’t trap too hard
Bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like “Oh Sheesh!”

[Pre-Hook]
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (you know?)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
I might go f*ck up these bands (ayy)
I do this sh*t ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this sh*t got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

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G-Eazy – The Plan

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy
I do this shit cause I-
Turn, turn it up a little bit
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta blap
Yo, yo, ayy

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Growed up, now I am the man (yeah)
It’s shit you don’t understand (ayy)
Popeye just opened the can
I don’t fuck with no fufu that’s not on my brand (ayy)
Call me when you need a hand (yeah)
In the bay I’m superman (ayy)
YSL on me, god damn
Tell me, why is your girlfriend my number one fan? (yeah)
Always scrutinized, bags are super sized, why are you surprised?
Must have mixed us with a different group of guys
Spot the truth or lies, I mean business
But I’m not in suit and ties
Just been prophesized (yeah, uh)
This shit fell right into place (yeah)
Indy 500 my pace (ayy)
Drinking it straight to the face
Liquor and women, two things I don’t chase (uh)
Don’t got a minute to waste (yeah)
Mask off I’m showing my face (yeah)
Shoutout Dakari my ace (uh)
They hate so much it’s a disgrace (uh)
I put ’em back into place (yeah)
I put your bitch in a wraith
I just snatch her, she’s vanishing without a trace (yeah)

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (no)
Thought that was always the plan
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ten years this shit has been brewing (ayy)
I’m like "The fuck you been doing?" (yeah)
Hall of fame, Gerald’s a shoe in
You’ll never be Jordan, you’re more Patrick Ewing (yeah)
Number one spot, I’m pursuing (ayy)
Exclusive like "who let you in?"
Money talks, I speak it fluent
Got tired of my bitch, I went got a new one
Quick swish that
This bitch whack
Pack, flip that
Making quick stacks
This shit blap
She did that (uh)
Taking a quick trap nap (yeah)
I go all night and shit
Ain’t gotta hide this shit
This shit’s a freestyle, I ain’t even write this shit
Roll me some, Marty, and I’m finna light this shit (ayy, yeah)
My jaw swimming on South Beach
This is shit that they don’t teach
Don’t go too far
Don’t trap too hard
Bitch, don’t reach like (uh)
Drugs got me on a level, lock jaw, got slow speech
I’m courtside, I got floor seats
Next to Rihanna like "Oh Sheesh!"

[Pre-Hook]
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought this was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fly to Japan (ayy)
Honolulu get a tan (yeah)
To the beach I don’t bring sand (no)

[Hook]
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (no)
Thought that was always the plan (ayy)
Did it I do it again (you know?)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)
I might go fuck up these bands (ayy)
I do this shit ’cause I can (yeah)
I just took care of my fam (ayy)
Thought that was always the plan (yeah)

[Outro]
I thought this was always the plan
What were you doing?
What do you mean?
There’s only one way
There’s only one option
There’s only one route to get there, you know?
It’s not going to make itself
When you wake up and check the Chase App
And this shit got more and more digits than a license plate
Them seven-eight figures don’t make themselves, yadadamean?
You gotta get it!
This was always the plan

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Young Dro – Hell Is You Doin

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, chopping the fishes, they fluent
Migo the fam, QC the label
You should follow my movement
You staring and looking like you looking coolest
Hell is you doing?
Do a dropoff, I guess you brought a [?] in
Hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
Hell is you doing? I just kicked the dope for a hundred bands up in Munich
You know that your bitch she sucking my dick and it’s soothing
Which one is you choosing?
I met her at Newmans, don’t get no confusing
She swallowed my semen in Niemen’s
Then tried try to kiss me, bitch hell is you doing?
Newport and Lewis, saw my friend Lucas
50 bands pay for the hitman
Hit em with the cool and you flew to Saint Louis

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hell is you doing, 33 bricks like I am Patrick Ewing
I’m taking the pot, I finger fuck it and my wrist it be screwing
Baow, Baow, Baow, Hrah, fuck nigga hell is you doing?
Bitch nigga don’t move or your life, you’ll lose
I’ll turn your body into fucking fluid
My trap got insurance, [?]
When I hit the block, bet I rule it
Hell is you do nigga cool it
Call up my nigga, he’ll hit you with the ruler
Quavo [?] in Saint Louis
Hit a nigga with a bat like a Cardinal
Money, pounds, and ammunition in a nigga’s arsenal
Young niggas remarkable
Chop it up with Migo Carlos
Talking bout numbers like barcodes
We talking in person bout brick fare
No label coming in on truck loads
You an impostor like Gusto
Get out my face, might be homo

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

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KB – Dnou

[Pre-Hook]
Woke up, glow up, yeah
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
So what?
Nothin’ but Satan, no love, get no love
But ain’t talk, that’s my bonus
But my quota, what’s that?

[Hook]
Boy, don’t nobody own us
HGA that’s the law, yeah
Spurgeon with the Baldwin
Commas way after callin’
Patrick Ewing in the garden
Goin’ for my people starvin’
Keepin’ up with no Joneses
Generous with my goal, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us

[Verse 1]
Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
Counted our loss, counted our loss
Excuse me, I’m just tryna trust God
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
God said had to write it on the check
Don’t nobody own us
This right here ain’t a loaner
I move forward, too focus
All out of games, no tokens
No token, what’s that?

[Hook]
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody

No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I taught KBJ no nonsense, yeah
Don’t you ever skip my process
Does it honor God and conscience?
You owe nothin’ but your love man
Boy, do what you want man
Was trappin’ out apartments
Now I’m takin’ off on Tarmacs
Don’t be driven by a contract
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Not amazed with contact
There ain’t nothin’ that my God lacks
I don’t need none of your star stats
I was good way before rap
Wrote these so my God claps
Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Hip-Hop won’t involve this
Radio hasn’t bought this
Way, way too exhausted
To tap dance for your profits
I’m in love with my core fans
Only die before the door slams
Write free on my coffin
Christ rules with my content
Race, faith, and devotion
Free sons and the daughters
Free sons and the daughters
Boy, don’t nobody
I’m in my bag, I’m back to back compassionate
With a faster whip, with a fashion sense
Don’t try to tell me how to act in this
I’m black and rich and a Nazareth
And passages attached to Him
That’ll activist with a dash of wrist
But I’m back to biz, and packs of kids
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
The master is back in this
Can’t fathom this, born again
Only one manumit

[Pre-Hook]
Woke up, show love
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
So what?
He said death can’t hold us
Nah, I’ma tell ya’ll my motive

[Hook]
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody us

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Sauce Walka – Sauce Overload

[Intro] Po up po up

[Hook]
Drank
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall

[Verse 1]
It ain’t a day that I’m sobered up
When I wake up I be pourin’ up
Start off my day with a double cup
Walkin’ the drank I just buy it up
You got a pint then you know I want it
Give me the number and I’m right on it
Long as that bitch got a seal on it
Long as you give me a deal on it
Long as you keepin’ it real homie
Don’t be givin’ me the water shit
Don’t hit me with the karo mix
Hittin’ it with the syringe and shit
Tryna resell a old bottle put a new seal on it nawl nada
I can’t play with my ciabatta
I can’t have kidney problems
Gotta come from the doctor
Back to the Ferragamo slippers
Jump up in the Benz with some bitches
Finna hit the mall and spend some riches
Sippin’ on the freewayathin, pullin’ up to the valetathin
It’s a beautiful dayathin, I left my cup in the car waitathin

[Hook]
Drank
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall

[Verse 2]
Cream soda cream soda cream soda
Really to me that Sprite shit to me is over
I been drinkin’ it since ’99
I done drunk the shit a thousand times, 99
I ain’t sayin’ that it’s watered down
I be mixing cream with the pine
It taste better than that lemon lime
I ain’t pouring up for no pictures
I be sippin’ drank for the feeling
In Saks Fifth like it’s Christmas
In every city in the mall sippin’
I’m in Vegas at the fashion show
I just poured up a poured four
In Atlanta splashin’ all in Lenox
Pourin’ up a pint until it’s finished
I’m in melrose with some hoes
Got them spillin’ syrup on their clothes
I’m in New York at the Bape Store
I just poured up a whole 8 bro
I even pour it up on the plane
I’m buyin’ syrup in Balmain
I’m pourin’ up at the ball game
Watchin’ James Harden, beard game
I ain’t pourin’ up no beer mane
I hate when my bottle is clear mane
I gotta go and refill mane
I gotta keep it forreal mane
I know my addiction is real mane
Sippin’ and pimpin’ forreal mane
[?] I be doin’
Pourin’ up 33’s Patrick Ewing
I even drink this shit when I’m screwin’
Mix the codeine off the bitch
Pour the soda all on her tits
Tastes delicious I’m too legit
I live the life of a Barre Baby
Before Act and Hi-Tech it was Barre Baby
Sippin’ it out on a draw baby
Poppin’ the trunk on the car baby
Haters know who you are baby
Live the livin’ like a star baby
But you gotta hustle hard baby
Can’t be sippin’ drank bein’ lazy
Gotta go and get the [?]
If you wanna live like a boss
Flyin’ round the world drinkin’ sauce
Buyin’ everything that you want
Oowee

[Hook]
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall
Sippin’ on drank
Drank in the middle of the mall