MoneyBagg Yo – Mind Frame (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout you as I’m scrolling through my call log
Your number still in my contact but I can’t call y’all
Lost my niggas to the streets and it wasn’t even worth it
Tray-Tray, Lil Mafia, Lil Corey, and J Money, that hurt me, hey
Free Big Larry and every nigga that went fed man
Wouldn’t wish that time on nobody, fuck what they said man
Wouldn’t ever beef, I just bossed up and did my own thing
I saw my vision, I painted it, made my own lane, hey
Shawty fucked one of my niggas in my circle
I wanted to spazz, I wanted to crash, I wanted to hurt her
I had to learn hoes gon’ be hoes, nobody perfect
Cut from a real nigga cloth, I’m fuck shit allergic
They say my nigga killed my nigga so my mind-frame fucked up
I won’t put my trust in no one but this Glock on me with one up
I was posted with them packs on me all light until the sun up
Don’t fall for nothin’, always stand up, that’s how I’m gon’ raise my sons up hey

[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey

[Verse 2]
Niggas out here sending threats so it’s murder on my dome
They gon’ pull up and just hop out, we don’t send no shots on songs
My son mama say I’m wrong, she got that lil girl mind-frame
She ain’t built for this lifestyle, she cannot take what come with fame
I just sent my nigga a pack to penitentiary, now he straight
‘Cause my lil homie lawyer paid in full, know he beat the case
Took my nigga out the hood, showed him the world got more to offer
In Miami with the Dolphins, BGE ’til we in coffins
Mind-frame on I don’t care
Glock nineteen, I’m so aware
You can look and you can stare
It’s blood on me, you touch a hair
Niggas crossed me, said fuck me
Showed me really what it was
Now they callin’, tryna talk
But I can’t reimburse that love, nah

[Chorus]
Reminiscing ’bout my niggas that done died man
Goin’ through pictures and it’s fuckin’ up my mind-frame
Thinkin’ back when we was broke but we still maintained
Accepting calls from my niggas in the chain gang
His first offense, judge gave him all that time man
He in there buckin’ and it’s fuckin’ up his mind-frame
His bitch real bad and treatin’ him bad like she don’t know the man
I run with shooters and it’s murder on they mind-frame, hey

MoneyBagg Yo – Side B! $#Es (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey

[Verse 1]
Sun out, broke the foreign out, it’s a Monday
Hollered at my baby mamas, make sure that my kids straight
Smashin’ off, doin’ the dash boy, headed to Cathy’s house
I thought I was on to somethin’ but that bitch like to run her house
Cut her off, headed to the Nawf, picked up Tracy ‘nem
Rachet ass bitches like to fuck me while I’m tapin’ them
Text message from my old bitch, she on some old shit
Think her name was Kristen and she said she miss her old dick
Oh shit, why you can’t fuck like Ayesha
I got her name in my phone under Water
The pussy so clean I might eat her
Dropped my son off at the schoolhouse, end up fuckin’ his teacher
Kameisha like to smoke my reefer
And ask for hundred dollar sneakers

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey

[Verse 2]
My lil rachet bitch come and eat the dick, come and please a nigga
Hood ho get food stamps, she gon’ fuck and feed a nigga
Classy bitch, never ask for shit, she don’t need a nigga
Young ho, real playful bitch, like a teaser nigga
Rhonda, she a monster, we havin’ funds up
Every time we link, pills and dick go down her tonsils
But I be on chill with Lisa
She always ask for a feature
She so cool, she so trill
I help her out on her bills
I can’t forget about Amber
She hold the work and the hammer
Sometimes I hit her and talk ’bout my problems
She think she got all the answers
CeCe like to fuck me and the gang
She got a think for the clique
Crystal callin’ back to back
Damn, she got a thing for the dick

[Chorus]
When I’m sleep I can’t sleep at night (why?)
She wakin’ me up, tryna fight (damn)
Cracked the code to my phone (why the fuck you do that?)
Causin’ problems in my life
Why you can’t act like my side ho? (why you can’t?)
Why you can’t fuck like my side ho? (just answer that)
Do whatever I say like my side ho (damn bitch)
Ride or die like my side ho (woo)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(And I know I might sound fucked up)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(You gotta understand your security, you know)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
(I’m a little fucked up though)
See that’s why side bitches winnin’
Side bitch winning, hey

MoneyBagg Yo – On Me (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
I just wake up and get my day started like this here
This how I do this shit fool

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

[Verse 1]
My car ain’t got no key, you got to push start it
Pull up in a foreign and valet park it
I’m somewhere in Memphis at a day party
Security trippin’ at the door, we had to Bogard it
Boy your swag on fufu like the free market
I been doin’ this sauce shit since Ed Hardy
He froze up in the action, he a choke artist
My nigga ‘dem don’t miss shit, they scope artists
I need a bitch like Kash Doll, a black barbie
If this rap shit today, on Black I’m back robbin’
All these narcotics I’m takin’ got my head naughty
She eatin’ the dick while bumpin’ me, I got her head nodding

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

[Verse 2]
My homies gangster, uh-huh
I’m talkin’ dangerous, uh-huh
They don’t post no fuckin’ pictures of no bangers, uh-huh
They won’t go to court and point no fuckin’ fingers, uh-huh
In the trenches with ’em, don’t give a fuck ’cause I’m famous, uh-huh
Drop him where he stand, burn him like a tan
They gon’ do it for me, just on my command
Shawty thick as fuck, I wanna get in her pants
She got a man but tonight he ain’t in her plans
Let me show you why the call me MoneyBagg, hundred K large in a Gucci duffle
I got a real check on me, pockets I stuff ’em, hope I don’t bust ’em
Saint Laurents when I walk
You ain’t got these ’cause these here custom
Hittin’ your bitch from the back on the dresser last night
I fucked around scuffed ’em, damn

[Chorus]
All this money got these bitches on me, on me, on me
They like fleas, I can’t get ’em off me, off me, off me
Diamonds on me flash like paparazzi, ‘razzi, ‘razzi
Million dollar man, Ted DiBiase, ‘ase, ‘ase
In the club posted with my homies, homies, homies
Check on me just like Michael Conley, Conley, Conley
If I sneeze they might catch a homi, homi, homi
Too much drank and weed, I feel like a zombie, zombie, zombie

MoneyBagg Yo – Foreal (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m poppin’ pills like I’m ill
The drank better come with a seal
Shawty was blessed with some skills
She got me open for real
I told her thirty in the rocks
I’ma blow it, I ain’t boxin’
Twelve pull me over, they ain’t finding shit
I had the pack in my boxers
I got a Cali plug in the heels
He got the best deal for real
Before I was rappin’ I really was trappin’
I made them plays in the field
Now I’m poppin’ bottles and my bitches models
I’m on them drugs at Liv (Miami)
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout Meek, I want mils
The ice on me give her the chills
I gave her a xanny, she took off her panties
And got down and made the dick vanish
I threw back a viking, the soda I’m spiking it
I’m on a whole ‘nother planet

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

[Verse 2]
I’m on that drank like it’s NyQuil
I’m high as fuck from last night still
I’m back to back with them pills
Ugh ugh, like my ad-libs
When you see me scratchin’, tryna get it together
I been fuckin’ with the yellow
I need some water to hydrate
’cause I’m on both like Drake
We get high as fuck in my Sprinter
I walk to my shows late
She snorted so much dope off the plate
It made her nose ache
My nigga Don trappin’ so hard out the vacants
They got them good rates
I got out of there on the plug, ayy
Got a new one the same day
Yeah I put the codeine on top of the Slushie
It gave me brain freeze
I’m on them perks, lean, and the weed
I call it my main squeeze

[Chorus]
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real
I’m on them drugs for real
Ran off on the plug for real
You run up, I up for real
I came up from nothin’ for real
I walk in the mall, spend 200K
I blew a deal for real
Twenty-five hundred, a pint of that Act
I’m on that mud for real

MoneyBagg Yo – Insecure (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Hello? why the fuck is you just on the phone
You is not at the motherfuckin’ studio, like
Quit playin’ with me
I’m finna FaceTime you right now
Answer your FaceTime

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure?
Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?

[Verse 1]
Let me just make this shit clear, clear
I fuck with you tough, I’m for sure ’bout it
Can’t believe everything that you hear, hear
You gotta stay away from everybody
I got you ridin’ in the year, year
I went and copped you that new Audi
You stayed down, put up with my shit
Back when a nigga was nobody
You gotta accept all the flaws that come with me
I’m tryna build, I ain’t tryna lose ya
You gotta understand bitches tryna trick ya out spot
By spreading the rumors
You so insecure to the point I want cut you off
Every time I leave you think I’m fuckin’ off
I’m goin’ out the same way a nigga came in
Hard, like you ain’t got nothin’ soft
When you in your feelings I give you the dick
Hopin’ it make the situation better
I know this shit new or whatever
But you gotta understand I’m on a whole ‘nother level
How you gon’ criticize my love for you
Bought this out the mall, blew a dub on you
That’s the real me when I hug on you
I fuck with you heavy, ain’t no sub in you, hey

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure?
Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?

[Verse 2]
Why you always actin’ mad?
Always bringin’ up my past
You in your feelings ’bout a ho that don’t matter
Know that I’ll give you my last
Your sister and cousin all in your business
Like girl quit fuckin’ with Bagg
I seen him out of town with another bitch and she don’t look shit like your ass
You gotta ignore the rumors
Can’t let this shit sit on your mind-frame
You got to know when I say it I mean it
I ain’t just playin’ no mind games
You gotta understand I run the streets and shit
‘Cause that’s what I’m accustomed to
I fly you out, thousand dollar flights
First class, just to get close to you
Shit, like I wanna have fun with you
Do shit I never really done with you
You never think to spend time with me
You give these other hoes the attention
I pick you up to slide and vibe
And go wherever that the money gon’ take us
Together we strong, you know them folks hate us
So whatever don’t break us, it’s just gon’ make us

[Chorus]
Why you gotta be insecure?
Keep all your friends out your ear
How you gon’ let ’em comment on your situation when they shit ain’t secure
Just to be real with you, mad ass hoes probably wish they were here
They see how you livin’, they see how you ridin’
Takin’ trips and hop on the Lear
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?
Why you gotta be insecure-cure?
Why you gotta be insecure ’bout it?
I told you I’d always be here, here
Why you act like you ain’t sure ’bout it?

MoneyBagg Yo – Blog (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 1]
I heard he like to subtweet, I guess he scared to at me
I’m hitting her from the back and she like fuck my baby daddy, yeah
Fuck his tied ass, fuck that nigga, he ain’t shit
Want me to stay in the house while he somewhere with that bitch, hold up
I’m a real nigga, I don’t pillow talk ’bout niggas
He heard rumors ’bout her fuckin’ on that, he said he gon’ kill her
I heard rumors he gon’ spazz out if he ever see me with her
This no rumor, come the right way ’cause you now I keep my pistol, ayy
Why you gon’ make a fake page and DM my bitch and tell her my business
How you gon’ try to deny it, I know it was you, it wasn’t no witness
How you gon’ say you my dog
But you fuckin’ off with the enemy
How you gon’ say you a man
But all in your feelings, you got some bitch tendencies

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

[Verse 2]
How you gon’ say you don’t care, tryna post shit to make me mad bitch
I had to cut you off, put you in the past like my last bitch
How you gon’ say you gangster when you seen me in public and bitched up
But on the net talkin’ tough
Gon’ let her come and get you hit up, hey
Fake been a fold, never should I put the police in the business, never would I
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I don’t let it faze me, why you mad? I never understood why
Bitter bitches on the internet tryna bash me, should I call the ho and spazz?
Or should I be green, play some get back with her
Fuck her friend, make her mad, ayy
Why you playin’? if we don’t catch you we send shots at your mans
Have the clan pull up in vans and pop you like a xan
I thought she was smart, she couldn’t play her part
I had to pay her some’
Bitch you had Tiffany on the way, and was gon’ put a new ass on you

[Chorus]
I thought you was smart ho
Why you ain’t play your part ho?
I bought you a bag and you went put that on the blog ho
I thought you was street my nigga
I thought you was killer
You say you gon’ shoot me
Why you type that shit on Twitter, hey
I’m gettin’ real money, no it’s not a secret, no it’s no facade
How you gon’ beat a charge, puttin’ your whole life on a blog
How you gon’ suck and fuck me then tell my bitch, you done lost ho
How you gon’ go against the grain’, I can’t fuck with you at all ho

MoneyBagg Yo – Doin It (Federal 3X Album)

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck me like you ‘posed to, I’ma go fuck something better
She just wanna eat it off the bone and I’ma let her
She want me to whip it out so she can bend it over
She want me to fuck her like I own her and I choke her
Shakin’ that ass, I like how she doin’ it
Yeah, she gettin’ and I like how she move it
She do what she want, she breakin’ the rules
And that lil pussy stay wet as a pool
Yeah her bag Chanel, she rockin’ Phillipe
Her hair, her nails is always on fleek
Shawty the type to fuck you to sleep
Then clean up the house and cook somethin’ to eat
I call her Evette, I’m comin’ like Jodi
She pop pills ’cause she don’t like smokin’
Takin’ pictures with her ass out, posin’
Shake it, put that ass in motion
She do it, she do it good
She smart but she from the hood
She get money, that’s understood
Like a nigga that lay the wood, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it

[Verse 2]
She might get all my ones if I tip her
I fell in love with a stripper
I’m at V-Live, I can’t deny
If she bad, I’ma hit her
She say her brother the plug
I worked me a jugg down the middle
I said I was straight
But the ass on her make a nigga reconsider
Yeah, damn, ooh
She got that thang from her mama
She might beat a bitch
But really she want money, fuck the drama
She gon’ hold her nigga down
Knowin’ he ain’t shit, she a hundred
She make plays and call the shots
She a boss bitch, she ain’t a runner
Might fuck up a check on her, check on her
I’m grippin’ her neck on her, neck on her
She fuckin’ on me like she care ’bout me
She say she don’t give it to everybody
She got goals, she pursuin’ it
Name it and I bet she doin’ it
I’m throwin’ up cash and she pick it up
I’m lovin’ this moment, don’t ruin it, yeah

[Chorus]
Damn, ooh, she got ass on her
Got the trap, can’t deny, I can’t pass on her
I’m like fuck it, I might cuff it, then brag on her
Fuck Mini’s, we at Fifth’s, I blew a bag on her
She rockin’ Chanel, she doin’ it
Her hair and her nails, she doin’ it
She get what she want ’cause she doin’ it
She always on point, she doin’ it
On call, on house, she doin’ it
Her credit aight, she doin’ it
She can fuck her all night, she doin’ it
She earnin’ stripes, she doin’ it

MoneyBagg Yo – Trending (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up
Haha
Federal, ugh ugh

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Verse 1]
Ah shit, ah shit
Yeah, I’m on some boss shit
I’m fuckin’ the game good and I just came in it
I’m on some raw shit
I’m fuckin’ your bitch and she grabbin’ and clutchin’ on me
Like she a crawfish
These niggas mosquitos and I might just spray at ’em
Spray at ’em, I’m on some Off! shit
You used to be cool, you used to be aight
Now you my enemy
Got an all black draco with a hundred some shots for ’em
I can shoot for infinity
I won’t go back and for dissing you on no internet
That shit take too much energy
Everybody know that I trained you
Daniel San, you like my mini-me
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Verse 2]
That lil money you gettin’ ain’t shit to me
I just counted four hundred large nigga
I’m with some hitters that don’t give a fuck
They gon’ leave your ass scarred nigga
Why MoneyBagg run the rap game?
I don’t know, should ask God nigga
I got your bitch, she open for me
I just had a menage with her
Two bitches one me, that’s three federal
Two stacks on the Cartier’s, I can see better
I’m draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y’all
Yeah I’m talkin’ ’bout whoever
I bought some choppers with clips that curve on ’em
Just like that C letter
Run up on me if you want to, I heard cry out
Big as Coachella
Ah shit, ah shit
I got them bands on me, they marching
I hit the kushy then pop me a perky
Now I’m kickin’ shit with the martians
Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
I’m number one like my name was Uno
She gave me head, no Nu Gro
Then I got off and skrt-ed off in a two door, hey

[Chorus]
I’m trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can’t fit in my jeans ’cause I’m rockin’ skinnies
I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I’ma count money ’til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
I try to be cool, you gon’ make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending

[Outro]
I’m still hood with it
I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin’ in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
I’m grippin’ the wheel, other hand on her coochie
I really did run up some change, them facts
Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you tryn’ come for me, damn relax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat

Listen: Rick Ross Song “She On My Dick (Remix)” Feat. Meek Mill, Young Dolph & Bruno Mali Kidd

Rick Ross assembles Meek Mill, Young Dolph, and Bruno Mali Kidd for a new single “She On My Dick (Remix).”

The original version of the track has Gucci Mane on it and is featured on the album Rather You Than Me. While it certainly wasn’t one of the most standout singles on the album, getting a remix treatment might just be what it needs to breathe new life into it. Meek Mill and Young Dolph came through with some solid verses.

The remix for the Beat Billionaire produced single is straight fire and Rick Ross done well assembling a solid lineup for it. All three additions made good of the small time they were given to do something on the record. Knowing Rozay, you can bet that he will drop a video for the remix sometime in the near future, just like he did with Gucci Mane on the original version.

“Richest ni**a in the city so she on my dick / Shawty know she fuck me good and like she caught a lick / My daughters took that for the feds, went and bought a brick / Said welcome back, gave ’em some keys on some reporter shit, woah,” Meek Mill raps.

Monks Of Doom – Miracle Mile Lyrics

MONKS OF DOOM
Miracle Mile Lyrics

When your radar tower’s on the ground
And the dots on the screen have no meaning at all
Try to guide myself by sight and sound
But my location seems wrong
So show me a place where something’s right

Black smoke beating from miles of steel
Like cast iron ornaments upon the hillside
Like casks of solid oak, the whiskey starts to age
So take another drink my friend

Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day
Take another drink like a satellite
And hold it in waiting for the judgment day

When you walk along a desert shore
‘Til the soles of your feet are not there anymore
Would you drop yourself down a ways
For the savior to come
And steal your minds away

Black smoke was beating from miles of steel
Dotting the hillsides of the miracle mile
Looking up into the sky
Points of light that go rushing by

We’re just sitting on our hands
Like a satellite waiting for the judgment day
Waiting for the judgment day
Flat on our backs, holding it in
We’re just waiting for you
And waiting for the judgment day

Flat on our backs, holding it in
We’re just waiting for you
And waiting for the judgment day

Hey, the jokes on us
Rogue dreams reduced to snuff
Lots of talking on the left speaker than the right
Sid down

Joy Williams – Up Lyrics

JOY WILLIAMS
Up Lyrics

If you got a dream,
Go chase it
If you got a fear,
Then face it
Got a lot of life,
Don’t waste it
Sitting on your hands
While the sky is falling
Every single day
That’s dawning
Is another perfect morning
Got a lot to do, stop yawning
Listen up, the world is calling
You know you want to make a difference
Break the silence On your feet
Chorus:
People get up
If you wanna be lifted up
If you wanna be looking up
Do you wanna be ready
To take a stand, put your hand up
If you wanna be waken up
Do you wanna be shaken up
If you wanna be right on the money
Everybody get up
Every little thing you’re doing
Every little plan you’re brewing
Everything you’re going through
Gonna make you stronger
Just remember
If you ever trip and stumble
If you ever roll and tumble
If you ever fall and fumble
Dust it off, and get back into the moment
And make a difference
Break the silence
On your feet
Chorus
When you’re feeling down
Take a look around
Put your hands up, Put your hands up
When you’re feeling low
All you need to know
Put your hands up,
Put your hands up
So if you’ve got the faith
Let me hear you say
Na Na Na