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Carnage – Learn How To Watch lyrics

(feat. Mac Miller & MadeinTYO)

[Intro: MadeinTYO]
Skrrt, skrrt
Carnage! Ooh, ooh

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Jump out the top (skrrt skrrt, ooh)
Wrist on my watch (ooh, ooh)
Told her to stop (hey, yeah)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, yeah)
Learn how to watch (sauce, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, uh)
Learn how to watch (wam, yeah)
Learn how to watch (wam, uh)
Stack up my guap (ooh, uh)
Weight in the pot (hey, uh)
Rubbin’ her spot (skrrt skrrt, uh)
Learn how to watch (swag, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (hey, ooh)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, ooh)

[Verse: Mac Miller]
Yeah, what it look like? Little too much sauce, get it cooked right
I’m the same mothafucka, been the same mothafucka
Make a mothafucka faint like Suge Knight
Shit, better make time, and it really ain’t shit if it ain’t mine
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a K9
See the way I make her go down like a bassline (whoo!)
Yeah, back when I was just a youngin’
Didn’t have me nothin’, always up to somethin’
Started gettin’ money, now I’m off and runnin’
Way too high to function, call it comin’ up
And yeah I’m on the escalator, they be starin’ at me
They the spectators and I’m player, Magic, I’m a ex-Laker
I’m a mess-maker, I don’t stress paper, I don’t care who has it

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, jump out the top (skrrt skrrt, ooh)
Wrist on my watch (ooh, ooh)
Told her to stop (hey, yeah)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, yeah)
Learn how to watch (sauce, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, uh)
Learn how to watch (wam, yeah)
Learn how to watch (wam, uh)
Stack up my guap (ooh, uh)
Weight in the pot (hey, uh)
Rubbin’ her spot (skrrt skrrt, uh)
Learn how to watch (swag, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (hey, ooh)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, ooh)

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Carnage – Learn How To Watch (feat. Mac Miller & Madeintyo)

[Intro: MadeinTYO]
Skrrt, skrrt
Carnage! Ooh, oh

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Jump out the top (skrrt skrrt, ooh)
Wrist on my watch (ooh, ooh)
Told her to stop (hey, yeah)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, yeah)
Learn how to watch (sauce, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, uh)
Learn how to watch (wam, yeah)
Learn how to watch (wam, uh)
Stack up my guap (ooh, uh)
Weight in the pot (hey, uh)
Rubbin’ the spot (skrrt skrrt, uh)
Learn how to watch (swag, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (hey, ooh)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse: Mac Miller]
Yeah, what it look like?
Little too much sauce, get it cooked right
I’m the same mothafucka, been the same mothafucka
With the mothafuckin’ fame like Suge Knight, shit
Gotta make time
And it really ain’t shit if it ain’t mine
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a canine
See the way I make her go down like a bassline (yeah)
Back when I was just a youngin’, didn’t have any nothin’
Always up to somethin’, started gettin’ money
Now I’m off and runnin’, way too wild to function, call it comin’ up
And yeah I’m on the escalator, they be starin’ at me
They the spectators and I’m player magic
I’m a ex-Laker, I’m a messmaker
I don’t stress paper, I don’t care who has it

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Jump out the top (skrrt skrrt, ooh)
Wrist on my watch (ooh, ooh)
Told her to stop (hey, yeah)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, yeah)
Learn how to watch (sauce, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, uh)
Learn how to watch (wam, yeah)
Learn how to watch (wam, uh)
Stack up my guap (ooh, uh)
Weight in the pot (hey, uh)
Rubbin’ the spot (skrrt skrrt, uh)
Learn how to watch (swag, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (ooh, yeah)
Learn how to watch (hey, ooh)
Learn how to watch (skrrt skrrt, ooh, ooh)

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Jazmine Sullivan & Bryson Tiller – Insecure

[Verse 1: Jazmine Sullivan]
Gotta’ lot on my mind
I’m thinking I’m needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn man
Can I get a minute get some space, man
You been through my head, playing games man
You be way too controlling
Got me feeling like I can’t breathe, I can’t even hang with a homie
Ain’t no reason not to trust me, I’m your lady not a slave
You my nigga not my master, I’ll escape thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
With a chill vibe, who a nice time, who can lay back, who don’t pick fights, who ain’t insecure

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta’ be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get up off my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Been a long time, ain’t been home – I been away
Work got me in and out of state
Don’t know what you’re doing, wonder what you’re doing
You got niggas in you’re face, I’ll never let you go to waste
You’re my treasure, baby, not my trash
Thirsty bout to make a nigga spaz
Why I treat you like a trophy, control freak
I tell you that’s better than no freak
Find someone better you can go free
Stop trippin’ girl you know me, I’m your homie
Don’t cut it off, we done said it all and we done it all
I want it all, for myself sorry if I’m coming off insecure
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get up off my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that

[Verse 3: Jazmine Sullivan]
Don’t you never trust, it’s important
Ever heard of that, is it foreign to you?
Is a good time really boring to you?
You be on your Suge Knight, Always trying to fight
You a bully or a lover
Are you my man or my big brother
Baby somethings wrong with this picture
You make it hard to wanna stay with ya
I’m your lady, not a slave
You my nigga, not my master, I’ll escape
Thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
I’m a good girl but you reachin’
’bout to make me give you reason to be insecure

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta’ be so insecure? (so insecure)
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more (but you be wanting more and more)
And why you can’t get above my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that (but I won’t take that)
No I won’t take that no more

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Bryson Tiller & Jazmine Sullivan – Insecure

[Verse 1: Jazmine Sullivan]
Gotta’ lot on my mind
I’m thinking I’m needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn man
Can I get a minute get some space, man
You been through my head, playing games man
You be way too controlling
Got me feeling like I can’t breathe, I can’t even hang with a homie
Ain’t no reason not to trust me, I’m your lady not a slave
You my nigga not my master, I’ll escape thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
With a chill vibe, who a nice time, who can lay back, who don’t pick fights, who ain’t insecure

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta’ be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get up off my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Been a long time, ain’t been home – I been away
Work got me in and out of state
Don’t know what you’re doing, wonder what you’re doing
You got niggas in you’re face, I’ll never let you go to waste
You’re my treasure, baby, not my trash
Thirsty bout to make a nigga spaz
Why I treat you like a trophy, control freak
I tell you that’s better than no freak
Find someone better you can go free
Stop trippin’ girl you know me, I’m your homie
Don’t cut it off, we done said it all and we done it all
I want it all, for myself sorry if I’m coming off insecure
(Ooh, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get up off my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that

[Verse 3: Jazmine Sullivan]
Don’t you never trust, it’s important
Ever heard of that, is it foreign to you?
Is a good time really boring to you?
You be on your Suge Knight, Always trying to fight
You a bully or a lover
Are you my man or my big brother
Baby somethings wrong with this picture
You make it hard to wanna stay with ya
I’m your lady, not a slave
You my nigga, not my master, I’ll escape
Thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
I’m a good girl but you reachin’
’bout to make me give you reason to be insecure

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta’ be so insecure? (so insecure)
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more (but you be wanting more and more)
And why you can’t get above my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that (but I won’t take that)
No I won’t take that no more

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JAZMINE SULLIVAN – Insecure lyrics

Gotta’ lot on my mind
I’m thinking I’m needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn man
Can I get a minute get some space, man
You been through my head, playing games man
You be way too controlling
Got me feeling like I can’t breathe, I can’t even hang with a homie
Ain’t no reason not to trust me, I’m your lady not a slave
You my nigga not my master, I’ll escape thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
With a chill vibe, who a nice time, who can lay back, who don’t pick fights, who ain’t insecure

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta’ be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get above my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that

[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller]
Been a long time, ain’t been home – I been away
Work got me in and out of state
Don’t know what you’re doing, wonder what you’re doing
You got niggas in you’re face, I’ll never let you go to waste
You’re my treasure, baby, not my trash
Thirsty bout to make a nigga spaz
Why I treat you like a trophy, control freak
I tell you thats better than no freak
Find someone better you can go free
Stop trippin’ girl you know me, I’m your homie
Don’t cut it off, we done said it all and we done it all
I want it all, for myself sorry if I’m coming off insecure
Ooh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta be so insecure?
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more
And why you can’t get above my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that

[Verse 3: Jazmine Sullivan]
Don’t you never trust, it’s important
Ever heard of that, is it foreign to you?
Is a good time really boring to you?
You be on your Suge Knight, I was tryna find
You believe you’re a lover
Are you my man or my big brother
Baby somethings wrong with this picture
You make it hard to wanna stay with ya
I’m your lady, not a slave
You my nigga, not my master, I’ll escape
Thinking who can I run to?
Got me looking for a new dude
I’m a good girl but you reach in
’bout to make me give you reason to be insecure

[Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan]
Why you gotta’ be so insecure? (so insecure)
When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more (but you be wanting more and more)
And why you can’t get above my back
And I can take a lot of shit, but I won’t take that (but I won’t take that)
No I won’t take that no more

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Tyga – Feel Me (Bitch I’m The Shit 2 Album)

[Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye this shit gotta be club
Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Ah! Bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
911 on my wrist, feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

[Chorus: Tyga & Kanye West]
I like my bitches thick, you gotta feel me
"Happy birthday, here’s a Benz," feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I need my cash money
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
We lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
Then skrrt off and eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’
Can’t get that python through customs
Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates (huh!)
Hansen’s with the cake
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

[Chorus: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo
Catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahaha

[Chorus: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Project Pat – Gel And Weave Lyrics

PROJECT PAT
Gel And Weave Lyrics

[Hook]
She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, ætill Crunk!She got gel and
weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Wit a big round ass, I’m yo man to be

[Verse 1]
You can put a wig on a pig-a-lig
Make her dance the jig-a-lig
Bring all the money back to Daddy and I’m diggin it
Burgundy or honey blonde
Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum
Don’t forget the gold teeth and set the club half naked
In the sto house shoes, cussin out authority
Body full of tattoos
Bedroom doin things, pickin out her tounge ring
Livin in the projects, could be in the game
She from the hoody-hood all to the goody-good
Lips and her tounge and it’s all understoody-stood
First of the month now your kids on the sat Similac
Droppin over Mama’s house, æ‹irl what’s crackilatin?Hookin up with so-called,
g-string or no draws
Fingernails, big hips, juicy wet, pink lips
Ready man to do the damn thing at the motel
If you’re bang-banging all night she’ll go tell

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Baldhead scallywag, wit nothin in back
You better yak it, ten dollar for a bag
Messed up in the trash
Could be some can kalong
Dude who sold it at the boot liquor run
All to the good though, drink it like a wine though
And smoke till she pass out, mainly the hydro
A state in a care fate
All up in LD’s wanna be a twilight, you know what I like
Hey duck she gon break somethin
Turn around and make some
Meet a real nigga anywhere she gon shake somethin
Like shoutin out ’cause her butt like an elephant
Got a real girl dog, that is irrelevant
A mé–šage a twa twa, she’ll call me DaDa
Or maybe PaPa in back of car car
Her friend can join in, go snap that porn in
Call Mr. Hit wit a playa was born in

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
When you get her on the drank she gon get a lil frisky
Legs stayin open, no rubber, kinda risky
Got a bad body makin moves like a gypsy
Cornbread fed at the club very tipsy
Only dealt wit those that be in the hood slangin
Lunch at Matt’s car wash shit is where they hangin
System up loud in the car keep it wang’n
Out wit Suge Knight, shake em up do they thang and
Lookin real hard she’ll know that I want it
Got me on hard so I go and get a bone and
Hey baby gal, all that, can you lone it
Weave and them contacts, man I’ma bone it
Say it’s all good she about to kick her man out
Left her wit a wood and she gon blow the brains out
All in her bed so I had to yank my thang out
Pullin on her fro, wasn’t hair and it came out

[Hook]

I like em ghetto!

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Tyga – Feel Me (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Tyga & Kanye West]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye this shit gotta be club
Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Ah! Bitch I’m the shit, feel me?
Them niggas ain’t this, feel me?
911 on my wrist feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
"Happy birthday, here’s a Benz", feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 1: Tyga]
I need my cash money
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
We lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
We skrrt off, we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’
But can’t get that python through customs
Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates (huh!)
Hansen’s with the cake
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo
Catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahah

[Hook: Tyga & Kanye West]
We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

[Outro: Kanye West & Tyga]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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TYGA – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
Bitch I’m the shit (Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

I need my cash money, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My hitters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off we eat in a Bentley
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
Hansen’s with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie, Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie, holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with? Don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross the sweatshirt
I wear it to a meetin’ like a dress shirt
Top shotta put the pressure
Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typin’ hard as hell
Goin’ heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catch feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone soundin’ like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up
I had to bring back the Spreewells

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Tyga – Feel Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah man
Aye this shit gotta be club, car and pussy at the highest level nigga
Bitch I’m the shit
(Feel me?)
Them niggas ain’t this
Feel me? Skrrt
9-11 on my wrist
Feel me?
Not the time but the whip, bitch
Feel me?

Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
Happy birthday, here’s a Benz, feel me?
First, last name rich, feel me?
Yeah, bitch, I’m the shit, feel me?
We at the highest level, feel me?
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

I need my cash money, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili, a mili
These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty, we lit up the city, you feel me?
My haters is humble, we hit up the city, we skrrt off with [?]
Take her shoppin’ but can’t get that python through customs
Hundred k for the PJ, fuck it, garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
Getting money, you relate, feel me?
Bank account liftin’ weights, feel me?
Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
Bel-Air estates, huh
[?] with the cake, huh
I’m hands on with that cake
I need my bitches A1
I got a lot at stake, feel me?

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)
Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
At the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly

Flew in for the fight, that’s that thug life
Pac sittin’ shotgun next to Suge Knight
Coogie Coogie, Coogie, Coogie on
Feels like I’m in the movie holmes
Texted my Consigliere
Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
(Who you tryna get crazy with, don’t you know I’m loco?)
That Calabasas ‘cross a sweatshirt
I wear it to a meeting like a dress shirt
Top shot, I’ll put the pressure
To make a nigga with the measure
There’s levels to my retail
The devil’s in the detail
Niggas be typing hard as hell
Going heavy metal on the email
Niggas be so emo, catchin’ feelings like a female
Get quiet as a church mouse
Phone sounding like a seashell
Niggas get so choked up, I had to bring back the [?]

We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
I’m at the dealership like what’s the dealy?
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
(Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly!)

Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Usher Raymond chain, it’s too chilly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah