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645ar – I Want The Money Lyrics (feat. SenseiATL)

[Chorus]
I want the money so I’ma go get it
Been had racks, you still ain’t did it
Racks sit on me like a mof**kin’ bench
If it don’t make paper then it don’t make sense
Racks on me, ran it up from some cents
This clip on my mind and I think about life
In love with finessin’, I wanna make it my wife
[Verse]
When I get to shootin’, I ain’t gon’ miss twice
Put your life on the hit and I’m shootin’ like dice
Glizzy get to bitin’, bite like Mike Tyson
Just shoot it out, we too ugly to be fightin’
I got a K and it shot a nigga up
Ain’t scared to go to jail, I don’t give a f**k
If a nigga say it’s up then it’s up there
We on the f**k shit, we don’t play fair
Tom Brady, in the air
He ain’t gang, we up in there
Shit gets slippery and my niggas be slidin’
If it’s go time then I’m ridin’
[Interlude]
I need racks
I’m talkin’ ’bout racks
[Chorus]
I want the money so I’ma go get it
Been had racks, you still ain’t did it
Racks sit on me like a mof**kin’ bench
If it don’t make paper then it don’t make sense
Racks on me, ran it up from some cents
This clip on my mind and I think about life
In love with finessin’, I wanna make it my wife

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Lil’ Kim – Too Bad Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
I’ma really, really run through it, run through it (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma really, really run through it, run through it (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma really, really do it (I’ma really, really do it)
I’ma really, really do it (I’ma really, really do it)
I got, ’cause I got, I got jewels, jewels
‘Cause I got jewels, ’cause I got, yeah, you know
Too bad for you, boo
Too, too, too bad for you, nigga
Too, too bad for you, nigga
Too bad for you ’cause we winnin’
[Chorus]
Too bad for you niggas, it’s too bad for you niggas
It’s too bad for you niggas (Too bad), it’s too bad for you niggas
I swear I don’t wanna win it, I don’t really wanna stay
I don’t really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
I just really wanna drink, I don’t take my pain away
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
I just really wanna, woah, I just
[Verse 1]
He said, “Shorty, you should go and bend it over for me
Bust it down, go and spread it open for me
‘Cause the gang up in here, you know it’s too bad
When the gang up in here, you know we doing bad”
I’ma shake it on him, shake it all around like a hula hoop
And now he wanna take me to Hawaii
And you know I’ma go, go and get it
Tom Brady, I’ma throw it, throw it back
Diamonds dripping all over me
But the money keep calling me
And I know it’s too bad for you niggas that we winning
Even if I go vegan, I’m still getting to the chicken
[Chorus]
Too bad for you niggas, it’s too bad for you niggas
It’s too bad for you niggas, it’s too bad for you niggas
I swear I don’t wanna win it, I don’t really wanna stay
I don’t really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
I just really wanna drink, I don’t take my pain away
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
I just really wanna, woah, I just
[Verse 2]
I’ma always be good ’cause the bitch is too bad
Got a new Birkin bag ’cause we 22 stacks
Bitches wanna ride a wave like a nigga durag
My ex texts me that he miss me, tell that nigga “Too bad”
Nigga, too bad
I know I’m the best you ever had, shorty
Like a quarterback, he focus on the pass, shorty
Gotta reminisce on how I used to grab his dick and French kiss it
Tried to roll you up, but you was big flippin’
Just be out here, out here, like your friends
Ain’t no loving lost because I’m winning
And these diamonds limping like a pimp
Baby, endless
[Chorus]
Too bad for you niggas, it’s too bad for you niggas
It’s too bad for you niggas, it’s too bad for you niggas
I swear I don’t wanna win it, I don’t really wanna stay
I don’t really wanna go, but I really wanna stay
And I really wanna smoke, I really wanna dance
I just really wanna drink, I don’t take my pain away
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it (Drown in it, drown in it)
I just wanna drip and drown in it, drown in it, drown in it
I just really wanna, woah, I just

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G Herbo – Everything (Remix) (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Chance The Rapper)

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Yeah, hit the scene, so fresh, so mothafuckin’ clean (Herbo, okay, Herbo)
And my car so fast, it’s leavin’ everything (Herbo, everything)
I love you so, mama, and thank you for everything (everything)
And you know, mama, I was doin’ everything
Usin’ guns, ecstasy, I’m on extra lean
In the hood I’m sellin’ molly, raw, everything (what you need?)
Heroin, we crushin’ Tylenol, everything
Weed, soft, everything
Hit the mall, 50 G’s, and I bought everything
Plug just like Tom Brady, boy, I caught everything
My Uncle a gangster, I’m the one he taught everything
You can’t be my lady, sneaky bitch, I saw everything

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" (Bow) Bitch, everything
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" (Huh?) Bitch, everything

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Everything on you phony (phony)
Niggas lie ’bout everything, put it on they homies (what?)
Hatin’ ass nigga, you want everything on me
Swervo saucy, everything got double Gs, don’t it
Italian beef with everything, extra cheese on it
I done iced out everything, them VV’s on it (ayy, Herbo)
I done tried everything, except coke and dope (hah)
I done fired everything, .40s blow the most (bow)
Seen dead bodies, everything, so I drove the Ghost (skrrt)
Told that bitch take off everything, I ain’t even close (I ain’t even close)
Took everything in me not to close your fuckin’ door (not to close your fuckin’ door)
Barney’s on me, everything, everything boss
Everything exhaust

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything (uh huh)
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" (Bow) Bitch, everything (uh huh)
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything (uh huh)
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" (uh huh) Bitch, everything

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yuh, everything (everything)
My new whip, that bitch, it came with everything (everything)
I’ma turn that boy into a heavy stain (bow, bow)
Whippin’ up that dope, yeah, that’s that heavy cream (whip it)
I been fuckin’ on your bitch since I was 17 (17)
Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17 (yeah)
Chop it, whole thing from the Medellín (uh)
My old gun, that shit was dirty but I kept it clean
Mask off, remember me
Extra button on the back ’cause my Uzi a lemon squeeze
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, swag swag swag, that’s my disease
Fuck her once, I gotta leave, smokin’ dope, I’m Japanese
Fucked her in the master suite, I ball like an athlete

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" Bitch, everything
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" Bitch, everything

[Verse 4: Chance The Rapper]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I gotta do everything
Model, DJ, do hair, everything, babysit, strip, run skrips everything
Doctor said, "What hurts?" said, "Everything" (Huh)
Somersault, nigga, you done been in every gang (yih, yih)
Shaun Livingston, you done been on every team (yih, yih)
Knew the game, still you gave that bitch a wedding ring (huh)
I took her number, gave her NuvaRing
And never rang, never give ’em everything
Chano what you do for fun? Smoke a blunt
Spades with the jokers, playin’ poker
Me and Oprah just might go for lunch
Fishin’ with some bitches where they breakin’ open coconuts
Shoppin’, goin’ postal, ain’t been local since we opened up (since we opened up)

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" Bitch, everything
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" Bitch, everything

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Watch Macklemore and Lil Yachty New “Marmalade” Video

Macklemore and Lil Yachty came through with a fun filled video for their feel-good single “Marmalade.”

The cut was co-directed by Macklemore and Jason Koenig and features both rappers dreaming about their imaginary sons stealing their dad’s car and went on a joyride with friends. The video starts out with Macklemore’s son stealing his car keys and a couple stacks of cash from him while he was sleeping on the couch.

The rest of the video was filled with fun adventures like driving through the city in a Maybach with music blaring. The crew then went and stole Tom Brady’s Super Bowl jersey and gave it to NFL legend Marshawn Lynch to get access to his pool for a pool party. Before you know the poolside was filled with kids from all over the neighborhood.

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Wild Thots

Lyrics to ‘Wild Thots’ by A Boogie wit Da Hoodie:

–Intro: Fabolous–
Young O.G
A Boogie, what’s up?
Another one
Yeah

–Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie–
You used to be my baby
Remember when you used to wear my chain and my bracelets
I know you blushin’ when I make a statement
So don’t you worry ’bout them bitches I don’t entertain them
They only want me ’cause I’m famous
I’m A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie but just call me baby
And I be rollin’ with the gangstas
Mask on, gloves on like they contagious
But what you think about me
Anything I put on I be lookin’ OD
Pull up to a party in a ‘Rari 88
Goin’ 200 it was me and E3
Pray when I decided I’ma go my own way
She all on my body and she hopin’ I stay
I guess that’s what happens when you run into the C.R.E.A.M
Cash rules everything around me (Cash rules everything around me)
But even when I’m with a new hoe
I still end up thinkin’ ’bout you
Because they just don’t know, they don’t know me like they really want to
And everywhere I go, when I come through all I see is wild thots

–Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie–
Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thots
Wild, wild, wild
When I come through all I see is wild thots

–Verse 2: Fabolous–
Look, let’s keep it real and never fake it (fake it)
Yeah, I’m gettin’ money, they can’t take it, take it, take it (I know)
The vibe is off, I gotta shake it (skrt)
Look, I’m nothin’ like them no one to mistake it
The sun is gone shine even through the shady
Just ’cause I play it Melo, don’t think you can trade me
You can’t buy class, I bought a new Mercedes
Came back on them birds, I’m the new Tom Brady
Wow, all I see is wild life when I’m out
Bunch of snakes, couple cats with my life in they mouth
Lion like they gorillas really soft as chinchillas
Don’t sweat the butterfly after you diss the catepillar
That’s wild
Wild, wild, wild
When I come through all I see is wild thots

–Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie–
Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thots
Wild, wild, wild
When I come through all I see is wild thots

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Wild thots – A Boogie feat. Fabolous lyrics

Lyrics A Boogie – Wild thots

You used to be my baby
Remember when you used to wear my chain and my bracelets
I know you blushin’ when I make a statement
So don’t you worry ’bout them b*tches I don’t entertain them
They only want me ’cause I’m famous
I’m A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie but just call me baby
And I be rollin’ with the gangstas
Mask on, gloves on like they contagious
But what you think about me
Anything I put on I be lookin’ OD
Pull up to a party in a ‘Rari 88
Goin’ 200 it was me and E3
Pray when I decided I’ma go my own way
She all on my body and she hopin’ I stay
I guess that’s what happens when you run into the C.R.E.A.M
Cash rules everything around me (Cash rules everything around me)
But even when I’m with a new hoe
I still end up thinkin’ ’bout you
Because they just don’t know, they don’t know me like they really want to
And everywhere I go, when I come through all I see is wild thots.

Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thots
Wild, wild, wild
When I come through all I see is wild thots.

Look, let’s keep it real and never fake it (fake it)
Yeah, I’m gettin’ money, they can’t take it, take it, take it (I know)
The vibe is off, I gotta shake it (skrt)
Look, I’m nothin’ like them no one to mistake it
The sun is gone shine even through the shady
Just ’cause I play it Melo, don’t think you can trade me
You can’t buy class, I bought a new Mercedes
Came back on them birds, I’m the new Tom Brady
Wow, all I see is wild life when I’m out
Bunch of snakes, couple cats with my life in they mouth
Lion like they gorillas really soft as chinchillas
Don’t sweat the butterfly after you diss the catepillar
That’s wild versuri-lyrics.info
Wild, wild, wild
When I come through all I see is wild thots.

Wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild thots
Wild, wild, wild
When I come through all I see is wild thotsss.
Fabolous lyrics
Video thots

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Brandy – What Have You Done for me Lyrics

[verse 1:]
You use to call
Now you don’t
Leavin’ me all alone, (alone)
You use to care
Now you don’t even have time for me, (anymore)
We use to walk hand in hand
You would never let me go, (away)
And I thought that we could be, (could be)
But you ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me, (no)

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby

[verse 2:]
You use to say those words
That I wanted to hear, (so good)
You made me feel beautiful
I was in love with you, (so much)
Whether not, I would call just to hear you say, (my name)
(say my name, say my name)
Really thought that we could be, (could be)
But you ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me… (no)

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?

[rap: riff raff]
It used I flip my iphone
And get a text message from ya
Then I’d drop the top
And we’d ride out all summer
Takin’ trips to Milan
Buy Louis Vuitton
Then slide to Vegas
We can do it tomorrow
And at first it was all gravy
But now you done gone shady
You ESPN, NFL, rider for Tom Brady
And I ain’t trippin’
What you done for me baby
But can’t replace me
Cause I’m doin’ this sh*t crazy

[Chorus:]
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, Lately?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby?
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby
What have you done for me
What have you done for me, baby

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Tory Lanez – Lick X Drive You Crazy (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Lick]

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Look, bustin’ out the lick and now I got it, bitch, I’m re’d up
I will never run off for the plug that got me keyed up
Bankin’, it’s so many Franklins in my shit, you think a nigga know Aretha
(Yeah, uh)
Bustin’ out the lick and now I got it, bitch, I’m re’d up

[Drive You Crazy]

[Intro]
I’ma, I’ma go easy on you niggas
I’ma go easy

[Verse 1]
I’m lyin’, really comin’ for these niggas this time
It’s a full-time job tryna keep ’em in line
Yeah the full court pressure, givin’ niggas the stretcher
I could kill your whole team combined, who want pressure?
More than a nigga that’s ballin’, I need a Espy
More than a Miami papi that’s on a jetski
Ice on Wayne, whole chain on Gretzki
When I start winnin’, don’t you rap niggas text me
Grinnin’ at the view of your corpses in a fortress
‘Bout to make Forbes list, everythin’ is gorgeous
Indoor B-ball courts lit where the floor sit
Still runnin’ shit like faucettes in an orphanage
Blog niggas gettin’ they core clicks off of whore shit
Rap niggas all at they peak, I got the door slit
On star island, cigar smilin’
Drive a couple miles south hit the beach, bitches start wildin’
I done came from the cop car sirens, block ball violence
Bunch of lil niggas stealing hot cars wildin’
Tops chopped off ’til the cops start wildin’ and the cop cars find us
Must you remind us, wintertime climates
Slicket set of "set up" bitches that try to line us
I have no infatuation with niggas
Only made the money cum im masturbatin’ the digits
Matter fact I’m on tour inflatuatin’ the figures
Used to be in low income, now see the show, income
Shit would make you sick, meanin’ of a gross income
I deserve every dollar here and then some
And I pray I never dress like y’all
Only bird on my shirt is when I press that raw
It’s umbrellas on my sweater for bitches thats under weather
Blowin’ kisses at the cheddar when I test that jaw
I, never lose, never snooze, crackin’ crystal sippin
Yaught pimpin’ on another cruise
Foreign model from another niggas pedestals
On the top, clock tickin’ on you other dudes
Think I’m typin’ in a site with all these W’s
Only watchin out for doe and niggas busting moves
My drive crazy, I-80 in a Lamborghini screamin’ "Rock-a-bye-baby"
Bad bitch just touched down, she Tom Brady
Me I’m Tom Ford, there’s more to the Concord
I been in the jungle, nigga, broke and on my last
You was on the feet, nigga, I was on my ass
You was in the sheets, nigga, I was on the ave
You was in the class nigga, I was on the dash
Hustlin’ in corner, swearin’ I was a goner
Welcome to the USA, I was a foreigner
Fame was a beautiful bitch, so I joined her
Came now I’m lookin’ for chips, get the coin up
I remained, all summer all fall
Still gettin’ money when the wheels fall off
Real ass nigga even when it’s called off
Real ass nigga even when it’s called off, my nigga

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Gucci Mane – No Smoke (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 1]
Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain’t no gun toter, pussy you ain’t no real soldier
You ain’t make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smokin’
Nigga stop that pump fakin’ who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain’t shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain’t scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filmin’ it
Finger fuckin’ my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 2]
My shooters they don’t pose for pictures
They ain’t doin’ no rappin nigga
You ain’t hit no licks, you ain’t sold no bricks
You ain’t did no trappin’ nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I’m headed my M&M
I don’t need no niggas to like me, bitch I’m a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I’m bouldercrestin’
You and all them non smokers go to the non smokin’ section
We see them choppers blammin’, fuck all that instagrammin’
You think you was killin’ Cam Newton the way that nigga scramblin’
It’s yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don’t care bout no nigga living
Don’t care if you nine feet

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

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Gucci Mane – No Smoke Lyrics

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 1]
Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain’t no gun toter, pussy you ain’t no real soldier
You ain’t make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smokin’
Nigga stop that pump fakin’ who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain’t shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain’t scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filmin’ it
Finger fuckin’ my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 2]
My shooters they don’t pose for pictures
They ain’t doin’ no rappin nigga
You ain’t hit no licks, you ain’t sold no bricks
You ain’t did no trappin’ nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I’m headed my M&M
I don’t need no niggas to like me, bitch I’m a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I’m bouldercrestin’
You and all them non smokers go to the non smokin’ section
We see them choppers blammin’, fuck all that instagrammin’
You think you was killin’ Cam Newton the way that nigga scramblin’
It’s yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don’t care bout no nigga living
Don’t care if you nine feet

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

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Meek Mill – Froze (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj) letras

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ball in NY, Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got that bag and we movin’ that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa, got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules

[Bridge 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

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MEEK MILL – Froze lyrics

I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ballin’ and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got the bag and we move in that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

(Nicki Minaj)
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist

You know how froze that is…

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Meek Mill – Froze lyrics

I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ballin’ and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got the bag and we move in that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

(Nicki Minaj)
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist

You know how froze that is…

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Meek Mill – Froze* Lyrics

[Snippet]
[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, real [?] Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I get it know, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
Ballin’ I’m tryna Derick Rose this shit
I ride around town in Rolls and shit
I got the Bach and we move in that Phil like Christmas to see if there’s hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night by I shine like an [?]
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Cowards they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper don’t count it though
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of ground
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Skrrr, driving around in a Bently ya
Following Meek and Nicki ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture [?]
She ride my dick like a dirt bike, you know she go both ways
[?] to a milli ya
Drive a Porche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, real [?] Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y’all

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
2012 I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie I’m living through this Scorsese lens
Get at me and deep throat a 380 [?]

Swifter jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on…