MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
maybach music group - 600 benz
[Rick Ross]
600 Benz, house 600 grand
That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
600 Benz, Condo 600 grand
I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands
[Rick Ross]
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
I put that shit from my man
[Wale]
Wale, real nigga, while I tote a blow and bomb haze?
I just tell Cj keep on rollin' thats my shorty
Tinted out, you aint seeing through
All black everything, this shit like a Hbcu
Maybach music, major moves
I'm saving major loot
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
One whip just aint enough, I just seen 33
You only half a W without a second V
Gotta be dreamin, gotta be chosen
Shawty when I was 20 I had to carry a token
But now I'm ok, I got my shit together
Rozay told me keep on working,
shawty you'll be rich forever, ever
Forever my endeavours and I sever my opponents
I'm cold like its in Denver
The dilemma is, you think I got no conscience
You think I just here flossing or ? shit about ?
[Rick Ross]
600 Benz, house 600 grand
That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
600 Benz, Condo 600 grand
I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands
[Rick Ross]
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
I put that shit from my man
[Jadakiss]
Dependin' on how I feel, either the coupe or sedan
I'm only dealin' with you, nothing to do with your man
Ruin your plans, it's best to do what you can
I'm up to 600 bricks, started with 200 grams
Hand to hand in the cold
Pockets on hella swole
I was breaking 'em down, now I'm selling 'em whole
Work straight out the kitchen
Aint no competition
You just shut up and listen
and you can complete the mission
Know you want me to fall
I don't do nothing but ball
You heard I was in jail, but I just came form the mall
I'm on my way to the jeweller bout to cop me a mula
Keep the digital ruler, at arms length of the ruger
Life's a bitch and I feel her
Aint nobody iller, ? Godzilla
Catch me blowing vanilla's
Used to be blood money now it's go hard scrilla
After I count it all up, I'ma go to the dealer and get a?
[Rick Ross]
600 Benz, house 600 grand
That was 6 years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work from my face
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
600 Benz, Condo 600 grand
I got 12 hundred kicks them straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked I put that shit on my hands
[Rick Ross]
I get that work from my face
[Wale]
I put that shit from my man
[Wale]
Hope you heard that intro
This that I been grinding cause I've been saving for that benz flow
So mash on them petty badges
Tell em' ? but they never gon catch us
If I am pulled over, I know they gon be on it
Cause it's hot in here and I got no L like the '72 Dolphins
Woooh, race my nigga, and
I bet you never pass me like a (free) safety, nigga
I'm Polamalu, 600 the newest model
My newest motto to use a condom with newest models
Uhh, got a hundred on the dash uh
Ya aint killers ya'll got hundred yard dash guns
I'm a rare one, camo's and some rare ones
Where I'm from a circus hope you don't expect a fair one
Dropping hundreds like it aint nothing
Really it was but you know I never sayin' nothing
maybach music group - actin up
(Intro)
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
(Chorus x2)
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em
(Verse)
These hoes be actin' up
And these nigggas be lettin' 'em
I crushed them hoes, I never let them rose
And these niggas be sweatin' 'em
Cause I run shit, like Edgerrin
Or better yet, like Rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red man
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no damn methamine
They Louis Voutton and I super grind
Via stones, they super shine
I pop the perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, Root Canal
I rock Tom Ford, conchords
And I shine on these dime whores
This bitch bought me a rolex
And I still ain't got no time for her
These hoes be actin' up
These niggas be actin' tough
I'm in the phantom, I'm backin' up
And I'm bust down, but I'm strapped as fuck
So hold your horses, Polo horses
Aston Martin, we roll in Royces
Real niggas up in the building
Them hoes choose us, ain't no more choices
(Chorus x2)
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em
(Refrain)
These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
And me, I don't respect 'em
(Chorus)
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em
(Verse)
These hoes be actin' up
See, me, I don't practice much
Gold albums from the word of mouth
Gold bottles in the back of us
These Jones be broke as fuck
Too uptight, they won't open up
She got her arms folded in my arm for 'em
I'm like, what the fuck is she here for
These hoes be actin' up
These niggas keep wifin' up
Freeze homie, got me crackin' up
Never spent no more than a night with her
These hoes be a fuckin', Joe
They'll never say a nigga didn't warn you though
Cause you can hit my phone like four in the mornin'
And I be like, hah,I told you so
(Chorus x2)
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em
(Refrain)
These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
And me, I don't respect 'em
(Chorus)
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em
(Verse)
These hoes be actin' up
Big bread we rackin' up
Straight to the back, see you up
Cancel that bitch like, Nino
Ratchet ass ho, don't play with me
Want to Kobe me, want to Humphrey me
Want to Michael me, Russell me
Take me to the bank and Tiger me
Now these hoes be actin' up
These clothes ten stacks and up
These cars 100 racks and up
These drums 100 rounds and up
Bitch, blow me, like a trumpet
Twenty thousand on it, hundreds
Fuck it, money, money, money
Money,money,money, ah!
(Chorus x2)
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em
(Refrain)
These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
These niggas be lettin' 'em
And me, I don't respect 'em
(Chorus)
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
These hoes be actin' up
And these niggas be lettin' 'em
maybach music group - all birds
(Intro: Rick Ross)
Walk with a real nigga
Self made millionaire
What more could you ask for, huh
(Verse: Rick Ross)
I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati
I'm a John Gotti, got my own army
Worth fifty million and it's all on me
Fifty on my Rollie knowin' yours phony
Last problem I had a nigga head-shot him
Say, the word on the street is that my man got him
If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him
I got Lears and all, don't need Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem
All my Cds gold but the Visa darker
Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars
Double-M G this little thing of ours
Take it to the door muthafucka plea
Niggas layin' on your crib while your momma sleep
Home cooked meals for the real niggas
Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas
Warning shot lift come and boost this
We run the fucking game nigga truth is
Cargo pants and my red bottoms
Talking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em
(Chorus: French Montana)
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back, I'mma ball first
(Verse: French Montana)
Anything you need know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay makes millions while he gettin' sleep
Cars European come and see the fleet
Work commercial come and see us if you need the street
I'mma bring it home nigga bet the bank
Sierra Leone all up in the link
'Bout to double up,make some Mason Betha shit
Huddle up, round table, King Arthur shit
Shorty ass fat she can't stand straight
Spent your down payment on my landscape
Niggas sideways like the phantom door
Hundred round drum sound like round of applause
Slicker than a can of grease
Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece
Coke boy I'll be thirty for sure now
Coke damn near same price as dope now
(Chorus: French Montana)
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back, I'mma ball first
maybach music group - bag of money
(Intro : Rick Ross)
Money over everything
Self made
But right now shorty
You looking like money
I'm talking 'bout real money
(Chorus : Rick Ross)
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
(Bridge : Rick Ross)
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning
(Chorus : Rick Ross)
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
(Wale : Verse)
Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can teach you, 'til you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
We can do like 8 positions
Hit it til your make up missing
Baby girl my stroke official
And you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line, most of 'em 9's
Couple of 'em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
And I ain't always on the prowl its just my soda mixed with brown
Got me quite open for a while
So let me in or let me out
And I like my marijuana bright
And I like my window tinted out
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Yeah George you know what this about
I just might throw a big amount
Don't know if I'm 'posed to take you out
I just know I'm 'posed to praise you up
Don't mean I aint 'posed to take you down
Word up
(Chorus : Rick Ross)
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
(Verse : Meek Mill]
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
Er'time time she fuck me she say "can I have some money"
And I say "can I get a threesome"
She say "boy, you funny"
But I be like fo'real, just pick up that phone
Call up one of your girls
When I'm on that pill and I pop that purp
Girl I put in that work
Long as she calling me first
It's 14 racks when I put on that purse
Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad
When I murk through pass in that dark blue jazz
She like my style but I talk too fast
And I got that drive and she just might crash
Hold up
She say she fucking with me the long way
She gon' ride this dick I had a long day
Nigga look at my bitch you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
(Chorus : Rick Ross)
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
(Bridge : Rick Ross)
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning
maybach music group - black magic
(Chorus)
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
(Verse)
Could you knock that hoe
Could you blame that bitch
Cause you wanna roll with a real nigga like me
Then go and suck that dick like hoe to a fiend
Fuck throw on a lean, take long on a perk
Mad hoe on the beam, still money over these hoes
Got whites on my clothes, and blood drips on my sneakers
Nigga you hating on me, she chose
And I ain't fucking your girl she role
My sick ship she drove
Did everything that she pose
I pull my camera out she posing
And I was like god damn, drop that, pop that
Got a top back, on a drop back, I'm back
And a glock end with a croch hack
I'm strapped,while I rock tail
Would've watched you, stop that
'Cause you caused that, not that,I'm late
Telling my bad,Dante, I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all niggas ain't bout that, bout that, life
(Chorus)
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
(Verse)
Poof, niggas fuck your life
Fuck y'all niggas and fuck ya wife
Got 2 bad bitches with a nigga they know the gonna fuck all night
And I rock whole white
Niggas risking pride,I pull up on the horse and I'm sitting on force
In a big boy drive, car big boy shot,
On clean stones and my big boy white
All year long got the shrimp on lock
Erytime we in this bitch man she ain't gonna pop
My hip on glock, your hip on run
My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be fronting
Red carter yeah, red bottom bitch
Red bottoms on her
Hair long as shit, hold up
Yellow gold rub, yellow bone hoe,
And yellow bottles of Spain nigga
Whole pics of Maine nigga
(Chorus)
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield.
maybach music group - black on black
(Chorus: Ace Hood)
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me better know it's straight like that
My nigga we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black
Flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon' ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black
(Verse : Gunplay)
I put black on the paint
I whip white in the sink
I put work on the pipe
I ain't scared of handcuffs and links
Only thing that petrify me is no money and paint
I'mma Chevy out there sprayin' bitch, I'll jail bite the crank
I'm a shark out the tank, I don't bark I just bite
Keep that K all day, don't walk up on me I'll put that knife
All gold Dayton spokes strokin' the pavement slow
I did that ho a favor and she paid me back in throat
I took the kitchen, they wasn't cuttin' the loaf
Butcher knife on the shelf like, "Where the fuck the filet mignon"
Take a close look at my face, the war paint is on
Stuck my dick in the world, now I'm rapin' this song, I'm wrong
(Chorus: Ace Hood)
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me better know it's straight like that
My nigga we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black
Flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon' ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black
(Verse : Bun B)
Man I'm sitting in a black room dressed up in a black fit
I'm cleaning my black guns and loading my black clips
Count from one to fifty, that's a fully loaded mag
I pick it all up and put it in a black bag
Put on my black gloves, put on my black mask
Pop my trunk and load it up and jump in my black Jag
Sippin' on black Hennessy out of a black flask
And best believe that I'm coming to get your black ass
When I pull that Mac out, they know I'm finna black out
They start hittin' fences, taking alley ways and the back route
I caught one of 'em slippin', but that thing up to his back
Pulled that trigger on that nigga, and all he saw was black
(Chorus: Ace Hood)
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me better know it's straight like that
My nigga we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black
Flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon' ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black
(Verse : Ace Hood)
Okay now black lil nigga, in them all black denims
With a Mossberg pump that I have them sleep in your liver
Better watch that shit that you say, my goons don't play
That black Glock 9 never leave my side, no way
I keep that strap when I pray, even when I bow head to say grace
Any nigga bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 spray
Yeah nigga that's black on black, my whips all black
That ghost don't fold them 40 hours on that
And I keep that black Louie bag, racks on racks
My bitch so bad, Chinese and black, yeah
I'm a wild young nigga, gettin' rich off rap
My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that
(Chorus: Ace Hood)
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me better know it's straight like that
My nigga we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nigga we black on black
Flag all black
Put it all on that
My niggas gon' ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black
maybach music group - bury me a g
(Intro: Rick Ross)
They told me it's never too late for prayer
Well Lord! Pray for us niggas
Cause we ready to die for this shit
(Chorus: Rick Ross)
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
(Verse : Rick Ross)
I look to my left, I look to my right
All I see is my blood, all I see is my life
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma
Been robbin' my whole life, I gotta look out for karma
Sellin' them white squares I swear I'm well prepared
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell
Chopper still heat seakin', block gettin' hotter
When them niggas go to beefin', slide me 'til we got 'em
(Chorus: Rick Ross)
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
(Verse : T.I.)
Machine gun man, seen him on the news
Every gun I had was one the home invaders couldn't use
Let a niggas catch me slippin', I refuse, not a chance
Listen dude, tip to use any tool known to man
And don't think that I can't hit you Jekylls, it ain't in my hand
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand
Fifty cal' with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter Lelah and my partner
Rap your ass off somethin' proper, you'll get blow, blow, blow
Did just what I gotta do, it's me or you and boy I'm stayin'
Know that Atf listening, I'm just playin', I'm just playin'
(Chorus: Rick Ross)
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
(Outro)
It's Maybach music,sweet
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ma-ma-maybach music
maybach music group - by any means
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[Meek Mill]
No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot
We chargin' you niggas up you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same bitch, my whole team poppin'
My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4
Fuck niggas we don't fuck with dough
Bad bitches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
This 62 so comfortable
I'm a field nigga, you a house nigga
I'm a real nigga and you's a mouse nigga
Code red, which means you go red
But I don't knock you I just blame it on your head
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped
Plymouth rock
And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jamal
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top
She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my dean Insha Allah I'ma get her right
On the Bible you can run but you can't hide
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
[Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi,
federales severe rallies, massacre lives
Teaching to Shabazz that's Malik on behind the grass
Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask'
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Malcolm bettin' platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed,
a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
Niggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed
It's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, fuck your chains and your master nigga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
maybach music group - fitted cape
Beat billionaire
[Rick Ross]
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this
(M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music)
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the Lebrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
Foamposites (Wale!), the Lebrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Wale
[Wale - Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde
11 know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my Sbs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's some nigga from 10.deep Atl, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't e'en tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
It's ironic how I drop some dough when
I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
Got Lebron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my
4s, cut wit' laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo',
makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me,
Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the Lebrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Meek Mill
[Meek Mill]
Yo
I said I'm swaggin' out in my
Cool Greys, no Ll, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head,
I'm too paid
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high,
George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
It's Mmg, Mob, young nigga, I been Og
Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, Hd, I came so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the Lebrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
[J. Cole]
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her?
Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the Lebrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the Lebrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
maybach music group - fluorescent ink
(Intro: Rick Ross)
As I flip through pages of my notepad
Wow, I really wanna shine
That's what it boils down to, real shit
(Verse : Wale)
I just want my mind to be free
Never mind if they fond of me, I've been a beast
I recline in my seat, number nines on my feet
Womanizer admittingly, but mind you I'm deep
Although they inclined to critique
Motherfuck 'em, they couldn't lace up a nigga's Chucka's
'Cause money talk and I make them bussa's pay for discussion
Chasing duckets, chasing dreams, got me praying for foes
Chasing hoes, dick 'em good enough to make 'em propose
Winning, the feeling is so incredible
Something that's forever true, my niggas over revenue
Little bit of Chanel, decorate your appearance
Double C's on your purses, perfect I get the message
Isabel Marant I get you some, you give me that
All of my thoughts fluorescent ink, though
I'm always thinking black
Sitting back, cognac, sixty-two behind the pack
I ain't thug, but I ain't stupid four niggas, five slavs, hold up
Fire shots for the winners
And as long as I'm delivering this genre's gon' be winning
Double M-G pimping, my relevance never ending
My penmanship ain't too pretty, my ink is why they gon' feel me
(Chorus : Wale)
This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
Double M-G, thank you, this the real me
(Verse : Stalley)
I got a couple old schools and some new girls
They like old jewels and new pearls
They obey no rules, they some rude girls
You know the bad ones that rule the world
They just wanna have fun and crash parties
But when them games is over they down to ride for me
Bonnie and Clyde story, Mickey and Mallory
A killer in them sheets, they bring that ish up out of me
After that I sit and counting a G's after G
'Cause it's right back to these ends
Send her on her way, tell her come back with some friends
We can do it all again, the repetition that I like
The reputation of a pimp
And I do it all on himp peep the way I limp
Pimp walk I been brought my chick, it was money well spent
They say it's cold-blooded how I talk
I been winning this way for years, so what if I ain't lost
(Chorus : Wale)
This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
Double M-G, thank you, this the real me
(Outro: Wale)
Sometimes it's like
Eyes is low, moment is perfect
You see things brighter than you normally see
With twenty-twenty, ya know
Enjoy your vice
maybach music group - fountain of youth
(Intro: Rick Ross)
Fountain of youth
May our legacies live forever
Hunh
(Verse: Rick Ross)
All my niggas quiet but we burning loud
Machiavelli to the max, never turn it down
Mac 11 in a Benz, how you like me now?
I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town
Niggas talking like bitches is it my income
Am I fucking your bitches, Is it official
My nigga did a dime, didn't learn a thing from it
Came home, in two weeks got him a 6 hundred
Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks coming
Chicks at the beach house like they gonna miss something
From the churches I rose, only loving the dough
From the Chevy to Rolls, now it's fur on the floor
Smoke an ounce of the truth, that's my fountain of youth
R.I.P. to Mr. Shakur, this one is for you
Nippsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on it
Double Mg burning out in Cali on it
(Chorus x2: Nipsey Hussle]
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
(Verse : Stalley)
These rap books buried in gold
The treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold
My life's big let them camera's explode
Capture this rags and riches story that I unfold
The youth fountain for the few counting
Made money, but who's counting
It's hard stuntin living in subsidized housing
Every bag you bring though the door, dude's counting
And every new girl you bring through, dude's hounding
They want your youth, so they watch your moves
From your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoes
Rope chains with the precious jewels
The dope game had impression rules
What they did with cocaine and a couple spoons
Had the whole hood acting like goons
Trying to be the richest, trying to the be flyest
Claim to be ballin, end up like Len Bias
Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence
(Chorus x2: Nipsey Hussle]
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
(Verse : Nipsey Hussle)
Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first
Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul-search
Run this money marathon 'til my soles hurt
But no materials could measure what my soul's worth
I wanted everything, feel like I had no choice
Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce
Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
I made a promise, give me options and I cold-turkey
Sick of sitting on the side while it's game point
Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain't had no voice
Crazy lady speaking tongues said it's gon' work
Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokesperson
Study rich niggas' moves like my homework
Sacrilegious however streets was my own church
(Chorus x5: Nipsey Hussle]
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental
maybach music group - i be puttin on
(Chorus: Roscoe Dash)
We poppin bottles of the pink shit take 'em to the dome
We ain't ever on that weak shit always blowin' strong
Every day we party until early in the morn'
Put that shit on instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
I know you see me, yeah, I be puttin' on
I be puttin' on,there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me,
Stop and pose for the pitcher,yeah, I be puttin' on
(Verse: Wale)
I know you see me with your lookin' ass
What the fuck you lookin' at
This is Mmg and we don't speak to all you fuckin' crabs
Got a bunch of cash but money is under fam
I'd rather be over-prepared than slip in here understaffed
Did you understand I'm down to ride with my niggas
Just a double
M you can't fuck with them unless your certified to ride
With us
Keep the broads far above my business
and my mind following the ditches
And I ain't trippin off of potential that's another word for
ain't this
Shit
Work, and I put D.C. on, we ain't been this high since the
E.R., see R
You niggas be some peons, talkin' bout y'all be gone
Whole time niggas wanting swing plans, tee-ball
(Chorus: Roscoe Dash)
We poppin bottles of the pink shit take 'em to the dome
We ain't ever on that weak shit always blowin' strong
Every day we party until early in the morn'
Put that shit on instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
I know you see me,
(I know you see exactly what the fuck a nigga like me
doin' man)
Yeah, I be puttin' on
Ah,ah,ah
I be puttin' on,there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me,
(It's hard not to see that shit man)
Stop and pose for the pitcher,yeah, I be puttin' on
(Clear the motherfucker smoke, it's loud enough)
(Verse: Wiz Khalifa)
Hundred thousands hundred thousands,
I be throwin' hundred thousands
I know why they trustin me 'cause
I got all these funds around 'em
My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around 'em
Educated sisters to bitches dancin' with ones around 'em
I know you think all we do is have fun around here
But I'm from a city where young niggas carry guns
Don't single out any corner its poppin' on every one
They talking about what they goin' do
its probably already done
I'm running through cake runnin' through states
Take your one to the face every one or two case
Just bought a new crib, that's a wonderful space
Ask me how I feel I got it so my nigga
(Chorus: Roscoe Dash)
We poppin bottles of the pink shit take 'em to the dome
We ain't ever on that weak shit always blowin' strong
Every day we party until early in the morn'
Put that shit on instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
I know you see me,
(I know you see)
Yeah, I be puttin' on
Ahhh
I be puttin' on,there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me,
(I know you see me)
Stop and pose for the pitcher,yeah, I be puttin' on
(Puttin' on,Puttin' on,Puttin' on)
(Verse: French Montana)
I be cooler than a motherfucker
Wanna hit the fans selling work on the internet
call it instagram
And you know I do it for my city, know I'm puttin' on
Hundred racks on this clothes a nigga puttin' on
Self made, self paid forty on my belt waist
Underground lobster feast get a shell face
I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe
Closet two floors safari doe
Brown bag paper tag nigga can't pay for swag
We know we love the game but we hate to brag, Montana
Me and Rozay twisted on a boat
watchin' all you fucked niggas choke
(Chorus: Roscoe Dash)
We poppin bottles of the pink shit take 'em to the dome
We ain't ever on that weak shit always blowin' strong
Every day we party until early in the morn'
Put that shit on instagram so they know I'm puttin' on
I know you see me,
(Yeah,yeah)
Yeah, I be puttin' on
I be puttin' on,there's no way that you wouldn't know
I know you see me,
Stop and pose for the pitcher,yeah, I be puttin' on
maybach music group - ima boss
[Meek Mill]
Look I be ridin' threw my old hood,
But I'm in my new whip.
Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit.
They say they gon' rob me, see me neva do shit.
Cause they know that's the reason
that's gone put em on a news clips.
Audemar on my wrist... Bustdown!
We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown.
Memba meek dead broke?
Look at me up now.
I run my city fron south philly back to uptown.
Thank god all these bottles I popped,
All this paper I been gettin',
All these models I popped.
I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop'd.
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit now look at me, look at me.
I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay.
Shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like "no way! "
Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way.
And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell Yaaaay!
Bitch I'm a boss,
I call the shots.
I'm with the murder team,
Call the cops.
We in the building,
You are not.
You short on the paper, you gone ball or not?...
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a boss!
[x4]
We in the buildin',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Ricky Rozay]
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye.
Shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride.
No love, cry when only babies die.
And when I go to that casket, better cost a hundred thou.
I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes.
Snatch his soul up out that shirt, let's take him for that ride.
O.g. is one who standin' on his own feet.
A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat.
Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet.
I'm a spazz on yo' ass like I'm on E!
Or a double stack, better nigga, double that.
Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back.
Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters,
Better run that dope back.
Boss!
And I put that on my maybach.
Fo' hundred thou, bitch you wish you saved that...
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a boss!
[x4]
We in the buildin',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
[Meek Mill]
Couple cars I don't neva drive,
Bikes I don't neva ride,
Crib I ain't neva been,
Pool I don't neva swim,
Fool you ain't better, I move like the president.
Err'thang black on black, you know I be strappin' that.
Ratt'n ass niggas walkin' round wearin' wires.
Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire.
Bitch I'm a king, call me sire.
If you say I "don't run my city",
You a mu'fuckin' liar...
Bitch I'm a Boss!
You a fraud.
You cross the line, I get you murdered full cost.
Out in Vegas, I twist them laws.
At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor.
Scared money don't make no money,
If I eva go broke,
I'm a take yo' money,
I ain't neva dropped a dime,
You ain't take nun from me,
In the hood err'day,
Bitch I'm good, what I say?...
Bitch I'm a Bosssssssssss!
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a boss!
[x4]
We in the buildin',
It's goin' downnnnnn.
Yeaa I'm the king,
Now where my mu'fuckin' crown?
maybach music group - mia
(Intro)
Fuck her I don't care
(Verse)
My new lady says she leaving me
Ah fuck her I don't care
Plus I got another over there
She been wantin' to be with me
Got her in her underwear
Gave her what she want, now she need me
I got more of that coming over soon
Lingerie all up in my room
I'mma make this toast to that one girl I love
I still smell her perfume
(Chorus)
Pour one up, no pour another
Pour one up, no pour another
Pour one up, no pour another
Numbin' up
(Refrain)
Since you've been away, love's been Mia,Mia,Mia,Mia
Done looking for love, cause you took away her
Now I'm Mia,Mia,one love,one love,Mia
Done looking for love, cause you took away her love
(Verse)
Fuck her I don't care
My new lady says she leaving me
Ah fuck her I don't care
Told me that she loved me, yeah
I just give them the scenery, they won't ever compare
To the ones that still got it
I call her up but she won't answer
And she knows what I'm looking for
And she knows what I'm looking for
(Chorus)
Pour one up, no pour another
Pour one up, no pour another
Pour one up, no pour me up some
'Cause I'm loving
(Refrain)
Since you've been away, love's been Mia,Mia,Mia,Mia
Done looking for love, cause she took away her
Now I'm Mia,Mia,one love,one love,Mia
Done looking for love, cause she took away her love
(Verse)
Call me a rolling stone, missus
Still tryna deal with ya
Loving too much will leave you blue and I ain't pledge Sigma
I'm a real nigga
Giving feelings just ain't me
The more attention you give em
The more options they seek
Talk is cheap, knew I should've kept the receipt
She said she loyal, but all bitches gonna talk in the streets
That's how I play it, how I play it
All it is is game
As I hit another paper plane I'm Mia
(Refrain)
Since you've been away, love's been Mia,Mia,Mia,Mia
Done looking for love, cause she took away her
Now I'm Mia,Mia,one love,one love,Mia
Done looking for love, cause she took away her love
(Outro)
Fuck her I don't care
maybach music group - pacman
There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
There he go that's John Doe
And I'm still whipping up a kilo
There he go that's John Doe
On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost
Pacman - Over one hundred sold
Pacman - just ordered one hundred more
Pacman - you can fry it in a pan
Pacman - in no time you will be buying land
Pacman - do it for your mom and them
Pacman - until I get one hundred in
It's "P" "I" Double "L"
Professional Shit Kicka
Yams on the stove I'm fuckin your Favorite Strippa
Highs flyin out
Them zips they grew wings
Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings
Straight drop hard got them J's plate licking
Ground basing jumping over cars they blake griffin
Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight Lifting
See one thousand stamped
on the tape because they yay shape shifting
That's that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip
I can show you how crack flip
While I'm loading that Mac clip
Catch em loading that mack truck
I'll unload til his back drip
All I know is I'm stacked up
And when I'm back them packs in
One Hundred in
I'm on my Gucci shit
Gucci Luciano bitch you know I'm Gucci Rich
Mazaradi boy I got two of them
Same color boy I just got two of them
10 Chains see I'm one nigmae nigga
I'm a whip it just to spend it nigga
Blew a mill ticket
One night at King Of Diamonds
Me and Puff Daddy
Bitch I'm the king of Diamonds
Small Change that's what we call that
A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat
I'm on the mound, I got a pound
My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down
This that namco yay
Pacman what we selling
Got these J's chasing rocks
Like they chasing power pellets
Met this ladie named Eselis
Say she nag for some terrace
But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling
Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly
And these niggas dancing in these mask don't want stage credit
Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card
We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready
Okay Then
And quit flexing like the soda sack
Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac
My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks
Pink city representa thought I told you that
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