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Ty Dolla $ign – Don’t Judge Me (feat. Future & Swae Lee)

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t touch me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
[?]Chinese molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a beam don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take it to the head to fuck on your face
[?]
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this shit aight

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Ty Dolla $ign Ft. Swae Lee & Future – Don’t Judge Me Lyrics


On the liq’ right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean dont judge me
I might pop a seal in a money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liq’ right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me. yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

FULL LYRICS COMING

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Gucci Mane – Enormous (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
I know somethin’

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
(OG Parker)
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
(It’s Gucci!)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I pulled up in that don with that Hublot on my arm
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton, lookin’ like I sold a ton (Louis)
Real trap nigga, baby, upper echelon
He a real rap nigga, he ain’t ever held a bomb (war)
When she in the room, baby girl, yeah, she perform (ow)
Carbon on the dresser, baby, please don’t be alarmed (woo)
Gucci Mane so charming he didn’t even wear a charm
She suck it ’til it’s numb, baby got a gold tongue (woo)
Well educated, but call me and go dumb (huh)
Lookin’ where she at, won’t believe where she came from (money)
Sippin’ on Patron, they love me like Don Juan
I told her keep it low, shawty call me Don Don (shawty)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop that pin, I’m all in your location (yeah)
Had to pull up just to motivate ya (‘vate)
Don’t be actin’ shy, I’m losin’ patience (ayy)
Oh yeah
Asses, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
Ace of Spades, Onyx
I wanna run up a tab (tab)
Champaign in my bath (bath)
Saucin’, cool ranch (brrr)
Love it when you clap it like that

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
This lady really is the truth, I’m givin’ props to you (you)
I love to fly you out the country just to shop with you (yeah)
She act like she a good girl, fuck like a prostitute (huh)
I’m actin’ like I’m good but really I’m in hot pursuit (go)
I think that I’m so fly that I don’t have to lie to you (damn)
But you so fuckin’ gorgeous I’m not tryna flutter you (hot)
My sex game so aggressive, I’m just tryna splatter you
Your booty is enormous and my dick’s enormous too (huh)
You showed out last night, I had a good performance too (wow)
I’m so healthy and prepared, I work it like your trainer do (trainer)
My paper so enormous I am not a normal dude (no)
You so bad I’m thinkin’ ’bout it but don’t dine on normal food

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s enormous (yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous (enormous, yeah)
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
It’s enormous (yeah, yeah)
Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you
It’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous
Aw yeah, it’s enormous

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Ty Dolla $ign – Ex (feat. YG)

[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)

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Ty Dolla $ign – Message In A Bottle

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 1]
Henny in my system
In here with the pistol
Middle finger to a hater
Any nigga with him
I just came to blow a couple bands
Hoes know I’m the man
Lil’ baby on a Xan
Rollin’ up a strand
‘Bout to get high enough to make my ears pop
It’s too strong for that Ziploc
They like, "You gon’ get us kicked out"
Seen the huge stones in my wrist watch
Got ’em blowin’ at me when I pass by
Starin’ like she got a glass eye
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Go piss outside, too drunk to drive
She said, "I got Uber, do you want a ride?"
Typed in my address, it led to some sex, now I’m dressed
Poppin’ these Advils and textin’ my ex, thanks to the…

[Chorus]
Message in a bottle
Let me get a swallow
Fillin’ up my cup
Section full of models
And we goin’ up like it’s a Tuesday
Drankin’ ’til I’m woozy
Know I’m ’bout that action
It feel like a movie

[Verse 2]
And I’m too drunk to drive, yeah
Share your location, girl, I’m tryna pull up
But I’m too drunk to drive, oh
Passive when it come to cannabis
But I’m blowin’ like a curtain
My homie got some women at his crib
Know I’m finna flourish
Drankin’ water, tryna save my liver
Walked in, seen some naked strippers
Couple homies started throwin’ money
I just watch you like a babysitter, I’m lit
Stuck where I sit
Please don’t mind me, girl, that’s just how I get
Gave me a lapdance, I had plans to take down a lick
But something told me to face down my ex
Must have been a message in a bottle

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Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

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Lyrica Anderson – Dolla Bills (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
Uoo Yeah! Oh!Oh!
Ty Dolla $ign
Uoo Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aey! (Uoo) Uoo Yeah! (So)

[Verse 1]
Why instead calling, I’m your Ex
I’m too busy runnin’ up a check
I ain’t tryna hear what you sayin’ now
My love speak a different language
I guess you’ll never ever understand it
Boy I promise I ain’t budging
If I didn’t make it clear
You may stoppin’ that’s it from here
Never goin’ back
Take your heart throw it in a trash
I’m gonna turn your love into some stacks
Cause cash rules everything around me

[Pre-Chorus]
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah!
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah, yeah!(Uh!)
Gettin’ to the money (Uh Yeah!)
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!

[Chorus]
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah!
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah!
We’ll be gettin’ money, money
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!
This on, this on, this on, this on
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!
This on yeah, this on yeah, this on yeah
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!

[Verse 2]
You text me I don’t write back
Like how you, how you like that
That I find new skeezer
I ain’t the one, or the two or the three, Yeah!
My love speak a different language
I guess you’ll never ever understand it
Boy I promise I ain’t budging
If I didn’t make it clear
You may stoppin’ that’s it from here
Never goin’ back
Take your heart throw it in a trash
I’m gonna turn your love into some stacks
Cause cash rules everything around me

[Pre-Chorus]
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah!
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah, yeah!(Uh!)
Gettin’ to the money (Uh Yeah!)
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!

[Chorus]
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah!
Dolla, Dolla, Bill, Yeah, yeah!
We’ll be gettin’ money, money
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!
This on, this on, this on, this on
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!
This on yeah, this on yeah, this on yeah
We’ll be gettin’ money on this Yeah! Yeah!

[Bridge]
You text me I don’t write back
Like how you, how you like that
That I find new skeezer
I ain’t the one, or the two or the three, Yeah!

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Yeah, yeah

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Ella Eyre – Ego (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
Ego, ego
Ego, ego
Ego, ego
Don’t let it go blow up your ego

[Verse 1]
I see you looking in the mirror
I see you thinking that you’re killer
Could you love someone else like you love yourself right now?

If I got another surface
I wonder if you’d even notice, yeah
I wonder could a girl like me get your heart on your sleeve somehow

[Pre-Chorus]
Know it’s something I should try to hide
It’s too late and I don’t wanna lie

[Chorus]
I’m thinking about you, you
I’m drinking about you, you
I hate that I do, now you know
Don’t let it go, blow up your ego
You, you
I’m talking about you, you
I hate that I do, now you know
Don’t let it go, blow up your ego

[Verse 2]
I guess I thought that I’d knew better
I told myself that I would never
I’d never let a guy I met get inside of my head like this, oh
I see you acting like you’re modest, modest
But you’re too pretty, let’s be honest, honest
Hoping you were a different type to the one track minded guy

[Pre-Chorus]
Know it’s something I should try to hide
It’s too late and I don’t wanna lie

[Chorus]
I’m thinking about you, you
I’m drinking about you, you
I hate that I do, now you know
Don’t let it go, blow up your ego
You, you
I’m talking about you, you
I hate that I do, now you know
Don’t let it go, blow up your ego
Blow up your ego, blow up your ego
Now, now you know
Don’t let it go blow up your ego

[Bridge: TY Dolla $ign]
Oh, let go of my ego
My baby boujee and bad like the Migos
I never question a thing, she always right
She never get in my way, she always right
By my side, everyday and every night
By my bed [?], damn brace is full of ice
Grind up the vitamins and the kenzo
Rockstar sex at back of the limo
Anything for lil’ baby, you the best
I can’t witchu’, darlin’ you a mess
VV’S and the matching Rolex
You ain’t never seen an ego big like, this

[Chorus]
I’m thinking about you, you
I’m drinking about you, you
I hate that I do, now you know
Don’t let it go, blow up your ego
You, you
I’m talking about you, you
I hate that I do, now you know
Don’t let it go, blow up your ego
Ooh, blow up your ego
Ooh, blow up your ego
Ooh, now, now you know
Don’t let it go, blow up your ego
Ooh, blow up your ego
Ooh, blow up your ego
Ooh, now, now you know
Don’t let it go blow up your ego

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

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign + Damian Marley]
I don’t know if this ???? all for you
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, so am I
So am I
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ll make this ???? all for you
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, 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)
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

[Drop: 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)
Yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Damian Marley]
I need you searching for the truth
But you so smart that you obvious know a lie
Baby, so am I
You sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
Baby, so am I
And if you 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

[Drop: Ty Dolla $ign]
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

[Drop: 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
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So am I

[Outro: Damian Marley]

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PartyNextDoor – Put It On Silent (Remix) (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
Even if your phone starts ringin’
Even if your boyfriend trippin’
I’ma keep going, going in
Even if your boyfriend ringin’

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Karma’s a bitch, yeah I know
Yeah I know
I fucked her too, baby I fucked her slow
I done break the bag so baby I can break the boards
Some things these niggas don’t gotta know
You say "Yes," I say "Woah"
Best friend was there too
She said she’d keep her mouth closed
Not worried ’bout it anymo’
Woah, woah
I’m already knocking it down like a four-by-four
I’m the one you wanna creep with
I’m the one you wanna sleep with
Cause I’m the one that make you feel it
I’m the one that’s gonna keep it up
There’s someone out there with sympathy for your nigga
Not me
Don’t trust your girl around me

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
Even if your phone starts ringin’
Even if your boyfriend trippin’
I’ma keep going, going in
Even if your boyfriend ringin’

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Woah, woah ooh, oh oh oh oh
You gon’ put the silence on your phone
Cause you know
Woah, woah ooh, oh oh oh oh
You gon’ put the silence on your phone
Cause you know
Yeah the boyfriend’s trippin’
Your boyfriend’s trippin’
Your boyfriend’s trippin’
Wait… I think your boyfriend ringin’

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Niggas say shit, yeah I know, yeah I know
She fuck with two things she tryna get on
Get it how you live I ain’t hatin’
Had to put it back on rotation
Shoot my shot, I’ma shoot my… shot
How you get you so fly dolla bitch on self-taught
Why you always high
Why you always this
Why you always that
When we gettin’ you and Party on the track
I’m the one she wanna be with
I’m the one she wanna sleep with
I’m the only one that make you feel it
I’m the only one that keep my word, word, word, word, word, word, word
He gon’ lie to you, not me
You said bring the weekend and have a three

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
I’ma keep going, keep going
Keep going, going
Even if your phone starts ringin’
Even if your boyfriend trippin’
I’ma keep going, going in
Even if your boyfriend ringin’

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Woah, woah ooh, oh oh oh oh
You gon’ put the silence on your phone
Cause you know
Woah, woah ooh, oh oh oh oh
You gon’ put the silence on your phone
Cause you know
Yeah the boyfriend’s tripping
Your boyfriend’s tripping
Your boyfriend’s tripping
Wait… I think your boyfriend ringing

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Bashment Music SA – Baddest Lyrics ft African All Stars

Bashment Music SA – Baddest Lyrics ft African All Stars

The tune features nine artists from seven countries voicing on one track.  The idea of the collaboration is not new, what is different is that all the artists are featured on one track, rather than each voicing on a single track of the riddim.  It was a crazy stunt to pull off, considering the logistics and time it takes, yet it was executed with precision and passion.

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“This is our biggest production to date. From the concept, putting together such an elite band of artists, working with our sound  and vocal engineer to piece it together..madness!”
Explains Xuga, producer at Bashment Music SA spearheading the project.

“One of my most exciting and explosive projects of 2017.” – LaSoul, Sound Engineer who worked on the project.

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Desiigner – Formula Lyrics

Desiigner – Formula Lyrics

[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, your bitch, she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

[Verse]
You going think she has the formula
You going think a nigga ball wit’ her
All shots, keep it going with her
Trying the meals and meals and meals
Everytime I get a check, I’mma flex up on the jet
And bills and bills and bills
I’mma run it through a bear
Run into a building, trills and trills and trills
My bitch, coco (huh) and she loco
Kickin’ hard like a dojo (huh)
I’m bouncin’ hard like the pogo
Running hard when I go slow
She body hard when I go slow
We gon’ feel all night, have sex on cam, on the GoPro
Driving that broad in that new ‘Ghini
Got couple broads in burkinis
Head to the bar Suit fitting
[?]
Niggas talkin’ like they know about it
What the fuck is niggas gonna do to me?
Livin’ old, nothin’ new to me
In the club, niggas blew 50
I get the guala, I get that
I’m from New York, when you talk shit
Niggas run and put your shit back
Big Draco make your ribs crack
[Ripping puzzles like big shaq’s?]
Whippin’ pies into big checks
I’m that big McDonald nigga
I be stackin’ ends on a big Mac

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[Chorus]
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My bitch, coco (huh)
Your bitch, ocho (huh)
Bad bitch, loco (huh)
Court side with a bad bitch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula

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Ty Dolla $ign – Love U Better (feat. Lil Wayne & The-Dream)

[Intro]
…head, all night long
You wanted me to love
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pull up on your girl with my roof gone
I’ma pull up on your girl with my jewels on
Pull up on your girl with that heat on
She don’t know if it’s a Dolla or a Dream song
First I beat it from the back, she on top now
Used to wanna leave, but she not now
She used to wanna be with you, but nigga, not now
It’s kinda funny how she put herself on lockdown
And now you talkin’ that blah-blah-blah
I’m up here ballin’ like la-la-la
Gave it to her, made her scream, "Da-da-da"
And now you wanna act all rah-rah-rah rah-rah-rah

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Girl, you should know that
I’ma fall asleep in it, popped a whole Xan
If you gettin’ cold feet, I’ll make the snow sand
I’ma rest in peace in it, pop a toe tag
Pull up on it in an Uber, that’s how I maneuver
Turn this D into a D+ and I’m her tutor
Turn a B into a D cup, hallelujah
Got her clappin’, yeah she booby-trappin’ out at Hooter’s
Treat the little lollipop like Lallapalooza
I’m the one to introduce her, kama sutra
Say she a cougar when it comes to Young Mula
12 gauge, girl, Tunechi ’bout to one-two ya

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, ooh, yeah
Oh, oh
No he can’t love you
Oh, he can’t love you, love you, love you like I do
Oh, no he can’t love you

[Chorus: The-Dream & Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

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Tyga – Move To L.a. Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

TYGA
Move To L.a. Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, “Get back at it
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
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Wizkid – One For Me Lyrics ft. Ty Dolla $ign

Wizkid – One For Me Lyrics ft. Ty Dolla $ign

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
Call on me, you can call on me
All I want, cause all I want is to be
You’re the one, you’re the one for me

[Verse 1: WizKid]
Oh lord
Loving your simple style, style
When you move girl I feel your style, style
When you leave me that’s a minus
Say together we’re a stronger soul
Whine whine say no man can control
If feels better than Silver and Gold
Is it forever girl let me know
Is it forever girl let me know
Can you be the one for me baby
Me wanna care for you love you forever
Can it be just for me baby
Sexiness, all this loving forever
Baby girl you’re a kiss from a rose
Say your love like a kiss from a rose
Girl just love me I swear I nor boast
Say when I see you I know you’re the one

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & (WizKid)]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(Girl you’re the one for me)
Call on me, you can call on me
(Girl just call on me)
All I want, cause all I want is to be
(All I want to be)
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(You’re the one for me)

[Verse 2: WizKid]
In my life, I know
And I know and I know and I know and I know
I know that you’re for me
In my life, I know
And I know and I know and I know and I know
I know that you’re for me yeaaaa
Can you be the one for me baby
Me wanna care for you love you forever
Can it be just for me baby
Sexiness, all this loving forever
Baby girl you’re a kiss from a rose
Say your love like a kiss from a rose
Girl just love me I swear I nor boast
Say when I see you I know you’re the one

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & (WizKid)]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(Girl you’re the one for me)
Call on me, you can call on me
(Girl just call on me)
All I want, cause all I want is to be
(All I want to be)
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(You’re the one for me)

Say if you love the guy say yeaah
Say if you are the one say I
Say if you got the one you really want to die for
Or you got the one you can burst a shot for
Just say yeaah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & (WizKid)]
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
Call on me, you can call on me
All I want, cause all I want is to be
(All I want to be)
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
(You’re the one for me)

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[Outro]
Oh lord, you’re the one, oh yeah
Baby You’re the one, alright
You’re the one, oh yeah
Baby you’re the one, say it for me gyal
You’re the one, oh lord
You’re the one, oh yeah
You’re the one, oh lord
Yeah yah!

Wizkid – One For Me Lyrics ft. Ty Dolla $ign

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Tyga – Move To L.A. (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro]
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, "Get back at it, girl"

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight

[Chorus Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga]
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

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Mac Miller – Cinderella (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Uh, sign
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sign
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Okay your legs like a store they open up
And you got people in the aisle
Been here every night for weeks at a time
You in my dreams that’s why I sleep all the time
Just to hear you say I love you, just to touch you, just to leave you behind
I told you, you don’t have to worry, you’ll be fine
This the type of thing I heard it happen all the time
Yeah, I just wanna see you fly
Because your fragrance got me faded, you be keepin’ me high
Said nothin’ better than the first time
I’ll be at your service like the check-in at the curbside
You don’t have to spend another second on this Earth dry
Wet you like a fresh group second and a third time, left you up a verse mind
And when you hungry I can shut you up with stir fry
Get you some dessert wine, elevate this third eye
First prize, Nobel, get a piece
Your clothes off, turn around, let me see
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Yeah, okay I came up with a plan it was
Take you by the hand
And bring you somewhere where the sand is
Two nights, we landed
We went straight into the room
And played the music and started dancing
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain’t in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved onto the floor
You started getting crazy, told me fuck you like a whore
I thought you was an angel now you yellin’ to the Lord
You used to tell me all the time I ain’t your type
Now you always wanna spend the night
Now I’m doing everything you like
When I’m inside your pussy, damn it feels so right
Yeah, but I still respect the game
Every time I’m out of line you always set me straight
The sex is great, and your sex I need it every day
I yell your name, sinner, rebel
Never gonna find nobody better
All my life
I been waitin’ all night for this moment
I been waitin’ all year for this moment
I been picturing you takin’ off your clothes for me
I been literally curvin’ all these hoes for you
Daddy told you, better bring your ass home
Cinderella better get your ass home
Man I swear the parents just don’t understand
You ain’t gotta be old to be a man
Take my hand, come with me to my room
Girl I got a suite at the SLS
I already know you got expensive taste
Take my hand, follow me to my room
Tell your little friends you gon’ be alright
Girl I got a plan for the whole night
Hey now, I’m saying
My only way out is way in
I won’t stop ’til you’re mine, no way
Well all my days now, they changin’
I got angels, no more Satan
Looks like God’s on my side
This time
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name, yeah
If it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain
Ooh Cinderella don’t you run out of time
It feels like you’ve been taking all day
Wherever you came from, wherever you going
I promise I’m not far behind
So don’t you dare throw this away
I been meanin’ to tell you
You lookin’ better every day
Write you letters
It’s only right that right after love I write my name
And if it’s forever or never it’s all the same
Under the weather
Feel much better when that weather isn’t rain

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Vitamin D – Ludacris feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics

Lyrics Ludacris – Vitamin D

Aw yeah, yeahhh
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just deficient in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda.

She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that a*s
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it.

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it).(vitamin d)

She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much a*s to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got s*x like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa.

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it).

Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda a*s if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ s**t
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda.

Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take ittt).(vitamin d)
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B.o.B – 4 Lit (feat. T.I. & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, should be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, should be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Ya yo that-that-that’s the shit I like
I ain’t got no type I can’t decide
Girl like girl like girl they can’t deny
Gettin’ pussy with a side of wine
No it ain’t no telling what we might do
When she in a penthouse with a tight view
Reefer got me so, she got my eyes glued
Oh yeah that’s my girl and that’s our wife too

[Hook: B.o.B]
Lit, she be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Shit
You know we all hit it
How a nigga quit and hit it and never call bitches
Ya’ll might see my young nigga pull in now we all bitches
Pick the shuffles up and did a over-tall bitch
Hey put that phone down and mind your fucking business girl
Hey put some money up in here, so independent girl
But I’m just tryna put some diamonds in your pendant, get your titty fit
Presidential suite some private jets outside the city shit
One thing I can’t stand is a petty hoe
Can’t keep your business to yourself, don’t go to telling folks
About where you been and how much pussy you be selling for
Don’t wanna see her with a telescope, tell ’em go

[Hook: B.o.B]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Yeah we all with the fuck shit
Two lit, shit be four lit
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here

[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, Dolla hit it, B.o.B hit it
Uh, T.I.P hit it, TC hit
Ay, I feel like we the new Dogg pound
Uh, she know Dolla gettin’ money now
Uh, I’mma pass her like Cam, yeah
I’mma pass her like Peyton
Ooh, I got diamonds on my neck
I got diamonds on my rib
Put some diamonds on my main bitch
Uh, in the Porsche so wavy
Put a Rollie on my lady
Dolla need a new baby
Yeah, she know Dolla stay litty
Still ain’t heard about Dolla?
You should come to my city

[Hook: B.o.B & Ty Dolla $ign]
Should be two lit, shit be four lit (Yeah yeeaaahh)
Pick me up before six
Gutter bitch, with another bitch
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all hit, yeah
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Ooohhh)
Yeah we all with the fuck shit (Yeah yeeaahh)
Two lit, shit be four lit (Yeeah)
We ain’t trippin’ cause we all here (Ooohhh)
Yeah yeaah, Dolla $ign

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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

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Taylor Gang – For More (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Ty Dolla $ign, Raven Felix & Tuki Carter)

[Intro: DJ Motor Mane]
We ain’t never gon’ fall off
We always stand tall in this thing
It’s the only way we know, it’s go hard, you feel me
Ayo Cap, what up, Ty what up
Raven I see you, Tuki, holla at em man let em know how we do

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Told her baby that I’ll be back for more
If the head good you know that I’ll be back for sure
You and I we been through the most
But you never gave up on me
You stayed by my side, you my ride or die girl
I gave you the keys to the Porsche, gave you the keys to the house
Introduced you to moms, girl
You should have my babies
We should start an empire, we can cuddle by the fire
Dolla getting money now, gotta get money now

[Bridge 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
And Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Woah
Dolla never falling off
Dolla still rep the Gang
Dolla never change up
Yeah

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 2: Raven Felix]
I started young, I saw a lot
Never questioned if I wanted this bad enough or not
Coming up I never thought about the top
Now I’m getting closer to it every song I drop
Bumps in the road, still moving
I was taught to keep it pushing till you get through it
Quitting’s not an option, whats a boss to a queen
Nah, more like whats a queen to a goddess
That’s always been my mind state, got a taste
Now there ain’t no going back to the ways when we was unpaid
Unemployed, I never had no other choice
Had responsibilities that I couldn’t avoid

[Bridge 2: Raven Felix]
I, never imagined that it could happen this fast
Came in the game just turning nothing into something now we counting this cash
And I know the higher up that you get means its harder when you fall down
So we gotta stay up, stay up, we about to have it all now
Got me feeling like I

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

[Verse 3: Tuki Carter]
I wake up on that get I, I push myself to get it
I make that product pack it up and seal it
Pump that volume if you with it
Draw it up and frame it, display it seal it
Stack some bread, (?) Action Jackson got it made like special ed
Some sexting got you vexing, so mad you sent a text
She sent a screenshot back like this nigga losing his mac
Dang, intimidated by money reiterate that he funny
You silly slacker I’m Taylor’d, I milly rock in some gators
I’m ice cold, chilly pimping don’t like hoes
A-Town stomping, itty bitty thick, booty bumping, shut up and say something
Make something, instead of hating on creative ways that make haters say negative bullshit
Most because they lost they woman to real niggas
So keep ya hustle on hustle, get the M’s up don’t struggle
I’m M&M’ing these suckers, you threw back candy in clusters
We move by state to state in these busses, to make our way on these fuckers
You charge the game up while they charge the lame up
Never put yourself down on the same ground that you would walk on
You diss that bitch you get your money and you walk along
You walk along, yea

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Been through so much, feel like I been here before
And I ain’t never gave up once, I’ll always be back for more
And I done learned so much in the game
Made it so far but I’ll never change
Know they waiting for me to fall off, but I’ll be back for more

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2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here, this is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

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2 Chainz – It’s A Vibe (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhene Aiko)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Yah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Trey Songz]
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
It’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Oh that’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
Oh it’s a vibe (it’s a vibe)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe, that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That’s a vibe (that’s a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That’s a vibe, yeah (that’s a vibe)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, that’s a vibe
She wanna vibe
That’s a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it’s a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah
Get high
It’s a vibe, oh it’s a vibe, yeah

[Verse 2: Trey Songz & 2 Chainz]
It’s a vibe
Don’t you like?
Your pussy drippin’
Gushin’, drippin’ down your thighs
It’s a vibe
Get high
Diggin’ deep while I’m lookin’ in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It’s a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it’s solely based on your performance (tru)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain’t got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I’m from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I’m shell shocked (bow)
A hell Glock, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Still got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I’m the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that’s loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year

[Verse 4: Jhené Aiko]
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh that’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I’ll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That’s a vibe
It’s a vibe
That’s a vibe
Oh it’s a vibe, yeah, yeah
It’s a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Kent Jones – Sit Down (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Dicky & E-40)

[Intro: Kent Jones]
Get up, get up
Walked up in the building, seen too many bitches on the wall
Niggas on the wall

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down

[Post-Hook: Kent Jones]
Oh my God, oh my God
I don’t really know her huh? Know her huh?
She wanna come over huh? Over huh?
I’m already over her, over her

[Verse 1: Kent Jones]
When I’m in town she make sure that she see me, you understand?
I don’t know just how you niggas perceive me, you understand?
Throwing stones but you just wanna be me, you understand?
Ain’t them guys that you see on the TV, you understand?

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]
Hey lil mama, you know you fuckin’ with a motherfuckin’ superstar
You know I pick your ass up in the foreign car
And fuck you right there in it like a porn star, yeah, yeah
Hey, why you so nasty?
She say "Dolla why you gotta be so nasty?"
She said "Dolla $ign, why you always stay high"
I say, "You ain’t ever lied, you ain’t ever lie"
I pull up on her, I got her choosey
Her man a loser, she in a real nigga presence
She want Dolla, she fuck with Dolla
She came for Dolla, pull up in that ‘Rari
She said "Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla
Why you spendin’ all your money on these bottles?"
Hey Dolla, Dolla, hey Dolla, Dolla
No more ratchets for me, only models

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down

[Verse 3: Lil Dicky]
Off top I was getting ready, white boy like my mom Betty
I’m too nice for this game ese, I walked in there was confetti
Girls took to me already
Lil hoe with them dreads wanna go make whoopie
Go ball Eddy, Heartbreaker, y’all all petty
These bitches wanna get it ultra strength
Pay a ton, I’m jamming like I’m Kemp
Y’all all a bunch of fucking Detlef Schrempf’s
Showstopper, got flow poppin’
These hoes knockin’ down doors
Jockin’ my stones, moccasin flows
Stay on your toes
I’m better than better
I’ll get it on top like a header, that’s word
Little mama lookin’ at me, nine o’clock
And from the look of it that bitch need a vagina mop
And you mistook if you think we that gon’ designer shop
I’mma pull up like a bull up in the china shop, break you down
Chicken parmesan, how you want it, I’m cookin’
I got a nose for these hoes, I’m the Piglet of pussy
I gotta know if you pro, going down on my tooshie
Cause if you are then you’re probably too aggressive for Dicky

[Verse 4: E-40]
When I was a teen I scored a half a meal ticket
My team moved mean and they’ll smoke you like a brisket
Raised in the slums, in the sewer, in the gutter
Where shit ain’t sweet like unsalted butter
Make more paper than your daddy and your mother
Pulled up European, started with a fixer-upper
Throwing up signs like a third base coach
Baby she a dime, got a rump like a roast

[Hook: Kent Jones]
Hey, baby, you there
Light skin, thick with the blue hair
Red ‘Lenciagas, got a new pair
Every real hood bitch do hair
Hey, won’t you come here?
Get down, you know how I get down
Tell your hatin’ home girls, sit down
Take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down
Sit down, take a seat, sit down

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Bad bitch – Bebe Rexha feat. Ty Dolla $ign lyrics

Lyrics Bebe Rexha – Bad bitch

You’re sayin’ that your tired of all your empty habits
You want something that’s deeper ’cause you’re over the generics
You’re f*ckin’ with them basics when you really want the baddest
So come on, baby, get it, ’cause to miss it, it would be tragic.(bad bitch)

You say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad bitch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeahhh).

You know I can handle it
You know I can handle it
When you throw that thing back
Get me like collateral
You be goin’ all night
When you on that adderall
We be goin’ all night
When you on that adderall
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
You ain’t never average
Kissin’ double C’s on your back with the basic
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch versuri-lyrics.info
You ain’t never average
Center on the jeans with the center on back too.

You say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle this
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ohhh, yeah, yeah, yeah).

I pay my own bills and I pay my own rent
‘Cause I’m indepe-, independent
I buy my own rings and I do my own things
‘Cause I’m indepe-, independent
I know it really hurts, I know it ain’t fair
You’re not allowed to touch, but you can stare
Know it really hurts, know it ain’t fair
So keep sayin’ your prayers.

You want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got a bad b*tch, show me you can handle this
Say you want a bad b*tch, baby, now you have it
Now you got the baddest, show me you can handle this.

Bad b*tch, bad bitch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, bad b*tch
Show me you can handle thisss.
Bebe Rexha lyrics
Video bitch

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Fat Joe & Remy Ma – Money Showers (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro]
Joe Crack, Remy Ma
This is Dolla $ign, oh ya

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
10 bands for the prettiest bitch
No hands if you really the shit
My nigga pretty new drop the music, he got something to say
Got her staring at the pole like election day
I make it rain on them hoes, I got that Amber vision
We in the back of the Rolls, her and Blac Chyna kissing
Give me a slice of the cake, I made it shower with dough
That’s a whole lotta bread, you know it had to be Joe
Cathedral ceilings in the crib, got sinners in it
I had bitches eating pussy like it’s dinner in it
No lie, see everything Gucci, we steady mobbing
Who else could turn a stripper into Tonya Harding?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
See you gotta understand I’m bad enough to take your husband
Bitch I fuck your man then give him back when I’m done, ugh
Front of my pussy on the back of his tongue
I ain’t had love for a nigga since what happened to Pun
So if he fuck around and I don’t happen to cum
Nigga you can be my ex, that’s where I’m from
Man these funny style bitches, I be laughing at them
Hoes be grabbing his dick, I be grabbing his gun
Walking out the court, thumbs up, Jon Gotti
On my ’93 Biggie shit, bullshit and party
Bitch claiming she the queen, what? Not hardly
Who the fuck gave you your crown bitch? Steve Harvey?

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town
Yeah, understand, they gotta understand a nigga
Got her on the town
Every time I’m in your city, make ’em understand
You know how this shit gon’ blow up whenever I’m in town
Whenever I’m in town

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain
Whole lotta money showers, rain, rain, rain, rain

[Outro]
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Rain, rain, rain, rain
(Why don’t all the ?)
(But why don’t all the treat her?)
(Why ?)
(But I like honesty what have I done to you ?)

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2 Chainz – Lil Baby (Feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Get out my car lonely, take care the bar cover
Shawty got an ass so fat she got a scarf over it
I got them rocks on me, used to have blocks on me
Now I’m living for PETA cause I got a fox on me, ah
Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas
She come through this bitch with Chanel on her pumps
Apples in back of the trunk
You know I flex if I want
We gon’ bust stops on the highway
I got my hands on her thighs
I play with her pussy and listen to Sade
Told her to bring it here shawty
Told her to drop it there shawty
I’m from the belly of the beast
Remember I barely used to eat
Now that my weed is so loud you can hear it down the street
Pull up 10 cars deep, you can’t get rich off sleep

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I call her my lil baby
She act like a lil baby
She spoiled like it was the worst
She trip I buy her the suitcases
We make the screw faces
Had sex in a few places
Bedroom, living room
Bathroom, kid’s room and the basement
Straight shot, no chaser
You’ll always be my lil baby
Wanna know how your day been
Can’t wait to go bare skin
Stretch you out by the bear rug
Give you hugs by the fireplace
Going down like the fire escape
Estate with the iron gates
All the diamonds got a ping on ’em
Living life like a king don’t I
Walk around with your dream on me
Never front on your team homie
They say sex a weapon
Shit mine got a beam on it
My spinach got cream on it
Ty Dolla go on and sing on it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby, ooh

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Lil baby, lil baby, ooh

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DJ Mustard – Lil Baby (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
Nanana, oh nananana nana
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that thang too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’ll beat it right, I will
If it’s hard, take my time, I will
Hell yeah, you got the right idea
You let me hit it from the back like a Rottweiler
Girl I kill that punani
Hit it raw doggy in the morning
Give it to you everytime you’re horny
Every time I’ll pull it cocky got you put it on me
Got you screaming oooh oooh
Goddamn it girl you so nasty
And you know
I just can’t let you walk past me

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that thang too big", oh
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I put it on ya
Hit it to a swirl, break the ice out
Ain’t even with her, you gon’ wild out
I’m the only nigga that you talk ’bout, oh ya
Tell me who the coldest
Anybody record I get on is, on the radio like a Jonas
I’m about to check her then finesse her out of garments
Singing oohhhh
Goddamnit girl you so nasty
And you know
I’ll be right there when you ask me

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that ain’t too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
Nanana, oh nananana nana
Nananana, nanananana
Yeah, they know not what they do
But I’m still making moves
Tryna make some moves with you
And you know…

[Hook]
Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will
Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did
She be like, "Slow down zaddy yeah that ain’t too big"
She a pretty young thing and ain’t got no kids, oh
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama (What it do?)
Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama
Yeah, yeah

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Taylor Gang – Brand New (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wiz Khalifa)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla signed a brand new deal, yeah
Dolla got sex appeal, yeah
Dolla keep it way too real
Dolla ain’t got no chill
Dolla tell a nigga how he feel, aw yeah
Dolla bought a brand new watch
Dolla might run from the cops
Dolla get his looks from his pops, yeah
Dolla might sip some Henny
Dolla just count a milli
Dolla pulled up with Diddy, ay
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla might take your girlfriend
Dolla gonna get his money
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Saint Laurent and Gucci
Dolla getting money, aw yeah

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla met a bitch on tour
Dolla made a mil on tour
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
Dolla did the cover of The Source
Dolla did the XXL
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Cam bought a brand new Benz
Cam fucked a girl and her friend
Cam’s all about his ends
Cam got the OG Kush with the tan
Cam bought a bus for the fam
Cam came up from a van
Cam got tats on his hands
Most call me Wiz but the hoes call me Cam
Cam got businesses
When it’s done, Cam don’t leave witnesses
Cam got bitches, kid
Cam pull up in the car with the switches in it
Cam never gon’ stop
Cam never gon’ flop
Cam never gon’ fuck with a cop
Cam always on top
Cam always in the room with somebody else girl with the door locked
And they don’t really like ’em
But they all fuck with Cam
Cam got the keys to the Lamb
Cam blow trees like it’s legal again
Cam always on the flight with a certified freak
That’s who get up on her knees when we land
That’s your girlfriend?
Bet she won’t be no more if you leave her with Cam

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign + (Wiz Khalifa)]
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla met a bitch on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla made a mil on tour
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the cover of The Source
(Cam did too, Cam did too)
Dolla did the XXL
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought my bitch Chanel
(Cam did too)
Dolla bought a brand new Porsche, yeah
(Cam did too, Cam did too)

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Sevyn Streeter – Fallen (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Cam Wallace)

[Verse 1: Sevyn Streeter]
If you keep on putting it down, you gon’ make me love ya
If you keep on putting it down, you gon’ make me stay
Ain’t no competition, you that nigga by far
Maybe you the best, got me going so hard

[Chorus: Sevyn Streeter & Ty Dolla $ign]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does he stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you boy, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
But let me get it right now

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, how you got a nigga comin’ back
Got me lookin’, got me lookin’ with my lookin’ ass
And you know what you be doin’ when you walkin’ past me
Straight up, that ass too fat
Yeah, love when I pull on your hair
Love when you kiss me right there, aw
Way that you do is no fair
Way that you do is no fair

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does she stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now

[Verse 3: Cam Wallace]
I been thinkin’ ’bout your ass like all day
Grade school, way back in the hallways
Yeah, I think she finally get it
I used to wonder back then, let me finally hit it
It’s goin’ down, right now
You ain’t gotta say shit, don’t make a sound
Fuck, now I got the pussy in the ground
I’m swimmin’ in the pussy, I’ma drown
When I found her, shit, I thought I found love
Nah, better yet, I found drugs
Damn, now I’m gettin’ faded too much
Need to step back but that pussy so clutch
What, damn, this girl gotta hold on me
She got me singin’ like Jodeci
Like ma ma ma, ma ma ma
Oh, this Johnny Gill, fuck it man, that shit was ill

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
Ooh, I want it too, yet again
Ooh, even thought I know it’s bad, I keep runnin’ back to you, baby
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolla $ign, Cam, steady love

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Sevyn Streeter]
And if this isn’t love, why do I feel this way?
Why does she stay on my mind?
And if this isn’t love, why does it hurt so bad?
You make me feel so mad inside
Something about your love that’s got me staying
Something about you girl, don’t know what it is
And all you did to me, I’m steady fallen
God damn, your pussy sweet, it’s steady callin’ me
So let me get it right now